Quick Transmigration: Will Even a Foolishly Popular Person Be Forced to Love Him?

Hearing such words in real life, Yun Zhi felt a slight burning sensation on the tips of her ears.

"...I'm not a bad child."

Even in his denials, he couldn't hide his guilty conscience.

Yunzhi, who had met someone she was very close to online, not only failed to recognize him but also secretly scoffed at him, completely too ashamed to look up.

It's really embarrassing to make a solemn promise only to have it quickly exposed.

"That's a little liar."

Mr. He, who only shows favoritism towards Yun Zhi online, makes people blush even when he teases her in real life.

He said with a smile, "I'm so sad."

"That...that's your fault," Yun Zhi said, her head lowered and her face flushed. "Without giving you any hints, who would have thought of it?"

She snorted, "You should be sad if I rushed up to every person whose name has 'crane' in it and asked, 'Are you the Mr. Crane I know?'"

Gu Shihe laughed: "Alright, Zhizhi is right, it's all my fault."

He then brought out the pudding he had prepared to coax Yunzhi: "Want to try it? It's my cooking."

Yunzhi took it, looked it over from left to right, and said with curiosity, "Mr. He really can make desserts?"

The milk pudding was made perfectly. Inverted on a white jade plate, it looked even more translucent and appetizing.

Yunzhi used the golden petal spoon next to her to scoop out a mouthful.

After just one bite, her eyes widened in surprise: "Wow..."

Are you that surprised?

Gu Shihe started laughing again, while Yun Zhi ate her pudding, pretending not to hear.

Mr. He has always given people a reliable feeling, but Yunzhi never expected that he could actually make desserts so delicious.

Gu Shihe had indeed shared photos of himself learning to cook with her before, but Yun Zhi always felt that it was a fabrication made up by the seemingly omnipotent butler behind Mr. He who could be driven to the brink of collapse by birds.

After all, Gu Shihe looks like the kind of ruthless capitalist who exploits others, but I didn't expect him to be so virtuous in private.

While eating the pudding, Yunzhi relaxed.

She asked, "Why did Mr. He decide to participate in 'One-Day Lover'?"

"Why did you come here... Zhizhi, wasn't I obvious enough?"

Gu Shihe turned his head to look at her, his face bearing that smile that would make Yun Zhi blush.

Yun Zhi unconsciously scooped up a small bite of pudding, but didn't put it in her mouth: "...How would I know if you didn't tell me?"

"Probably because you're here."

Gu Shihe said, "I clearly said I wanted to see you not long ago, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity yet."

"I finally got a chance, but so many people are competing with me for it."

He was clearly smiling, but his tone was soft, speaking in a way that Yun Zhi couldn't understand, as if nothing was wrong:

"Actually, I was a little angry at the time. The thought that so many people could meet you, get to know you, understand you, and do all the things that can only be done in real life before me, while I was just watching you through a screen, made me feel so resentful."

Yun Zhi lightly rubbed her toes against the blanket on the floor: "...Eh."

She replied curtly, "Is that so?"

"And..." Gu Shihe said.

"And, moreover?"

Yun Zhi looked up and met the other person's gaze.

"Didn't Zhizhi want to understand me?"

Gu Shihe smiled at her, a rare clarity shining through his mature eyes, revealing a touch of youthful naiveté: "Were you disappointed when you saw me?"

Yun Zhi blinked.

Yunzhi's intuition told her that this might not be what he wanted to ask.

The answer he wanted from Yun Zhi was perhaps even more complicated.

But Yunzhi still looked at him carefully.

The gaze moves from Gu Shihe's more pronounced brow bone arch to his high, straight nose, then down to his slightly bobbing Adam's apple, finally settling on the hair tie on his wrist before returning to his eyes that are looking at him.

Mr. Crane, who described himself as much older and boring than her, was actually quite different from his online persona in person—but in reality, he was both similar and different. Regardless, he was...

"No, not at all." The pretty idol was a little embarrassed. "Mr. Crane is Mr. Crane. Because it's you, anything is fine."

Holding the pudding, she smiled at Gu Shihe with her eyes crinkling, "I won't be disappointed in you."

Whether before or after you were disappointed in me.

Gu Shihe stared at her quietly for several seconds, then smiled helplessly.

"How cunning," he said, "I'm completely defeated by you."

"It made me suppress many of the really bad thoughts in my heart."

Yun Zhi was somewhat incredulous: "Do you intend to do something bad to me?!"

"yes."

Gu Shihe actually nodded, and said in a serious tone, "Even if you try to coax me again, I'm still going to settle accounts with you properly."

"Do you remember what I said to you back then?"

Yun Zhi tilted her head: "?"

"If you recognize me at a glance when we meet, I'll give you a surprise gift."

A deep, mellow voice came from above, carrying a hint of laughter.

"If you can't, then I'll tie the same hair tie around my wrist, bring you your favorite milk pudding, and then, one night, knock on your door—"

He slowly drew out his words, his fingertips gently touching Yun Zhi's face and caressing it.

"And then, I'll ask you for a kiss from someone who broke their promise."

He gazed at Yun Zhi, the small mole on the corner of his lips shimmering with the curve of his lips, inexplicably captivating.

"Zhizhi, do you want to try kissing me?"

……

"...Huh?"

Yunzhi's mind was a bit of a mess.

When someone took away the half-eaten pudding from her hand, Yunzhi instinctively took a step back.

Gu Shihe approached step by step, and Yun Zhi retreated step by step.

Until her ankle hit some kind of supple texture.

The villa was very spacious and the interior was extremely luxurious. There was a soft and comfortable sofa where she stepped back. Yun Zhi lost her footing and her back hit the sofa.

Once you've lost all room to retreat, you can no longer resist the person in front of you.

The girl had just finished bathing; her face was clean, her lips were moist and red, and she had a pleasant, warm fragrance.

Gu Shihe leaned down, buried his face in Yun Zhi's neck, and took a deep breath.

The familiar fragrance instantly filled my nostrils. The faint scent that I could only perceive in the fabrics before was now penetrating my fair and delicate flesh, richly taking over all my senses.

"...Mr. Crane."

The petite girl barely reached his chest, and he held her in his arms like a bird.

Before she had even done anything, the subtle heat made her eyes well up with tears. Feeling uneasy, she stammered, "I...I'm a little scared..."

Yun Zhi tried to push him away, but instead landed on Gu Shihe's full chest muscles.

Perhaps because it was evening, he was only wearing a thin shirt. When I pressed my palm against it, the touch was warm, full, and extremely elastic.

Yunzhi felt a little dizzy and uneasy.

"Being afraid is useless. This is punishment, after all."

He chuckled softly in Yun Zhi's ear: "Being coquettish won't work, it'll only make people want to bully you more."

"At this time, there's no need to say anything. Just listen."

Gu Shihe's voice was deep and slow, with a hint of a smile, as he gently coaxed, "I'll keep things in check, trust me, okay?"

His kisses were light, like raindrops falling on Yun Zhi's eyebrows and the corners of her eyes, following the lovely indentation of her eyebrows, gently touching the tip of her nose, and then Yun Zhi's lips.

"...Good boy, open your mouth."

Gu Shihe was tall with long limbs and larger hands.

The fingers are long and the knuckles are distinct, and the palms are slightly warm.

Then, he held Yunzhi's face, pressed his fingertips against the girl's soft lips, and easily pried open the slit, revealing her red, soft tongue inside.

A sweeter fragrance wafted from between their lips and teeth, and Gu Shihe pressed down on the back of Yun Zhi's head, his tongue probing inside.

"Good boy/girl," he praised.