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

Yunzhi thought that Mr. He said he was boring and dull, a dull person.

Putting aside the veracity of these claims, Yunzhi wants to add something to his account, in addition to what he has already stated:

He likes to lie.

He clearly said he would be careful, and at first he did indeed only gently kiss her tongue.

As they kissed, he grabbed Yunzhi's hand, slipped it between her fingers, and pressed her hand to her sides. His tall and imposing body pressed between her legs, forcing the girl's slender, white legs to grip his narrow waist.

He kissed her so brazenly.

Gu Shihe took her mouth very deep, his touch incredibly tender and lingering, the sound of the water stirring making Yun Zhi's heart pound wildly.

"No, no more kissing... Mr. Crane, Mr. Crane—"

How can anyone kiss like that?

Yun Zhi felt like a drowning person trapped in the water by a siren, unable to struggle upwards or sink downwards. She could only helplessly grab onto Gu Shihe's clothes and barely survive by relying on the breath he gave her.

Gu Shihe murmured, "That's so unfair. Zhizhi is completely breaking the rules. Calling her that at a time like this..."

Isn't this enticing him to attack the child?

When Gu Shihe realized that Yun Zhi was increasingly taking over his gaze and attention, he became clearly aware of his own feelings.

Older people don't feel ashamed of being attracted to someone, and now they are experiencing a mixture of pleasure and a surge of dark, murky emotions within them.

……

The reason why a novel is considered a "masterpiece" in the online community is because of its extreme and dark content, which is difficult for outsiders to understand, yet it clearly reveals the inner emotions.

Not only did Crane not say "that's enough," he went even further.

Perhaps, as others say, I am not a normal person; there is demonic blood flowing in my veins.

[It was only after meeting that I realized how intensely controlling I could be towards someone.]

I want to see her every moment, I don't want to miss a single detail about her growth, and I want to hear everything from her personally.

If she knew, she would be terrified.

After all, she was that kind of child, like a pure white, timid bird that couldn't be disturbed.

Fortunately, I was the one who was allowed to approach her.

It's clearly just words, yet it gives people a sense of self-satisfaction.

As if entangled by some cold-blooded animal, the words gradually reveal a touch of indifference and coldness.

We successfully struck up a conversation, and she gradually began to accept my advances.

The child, who had gradually come to trust and rely on me, confided her secret to me.

At that moment, I was genuinely happy; I felt like I was a little closer to that child's heart.

While I was happy, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

As an idol, one must be ambitious, enterprising, and never be satisfied.

[...but she doesn't seem to meet any of the requirements.]

She doesn't seem to pursue money or care much about fame. Even though she entered the entertainment industry, a place of superficiality and decadence, she should be seeking fame and fortune, but she doesn't seem to care about high-end endorsements or big-budget productions.

[The final choice was surprisingly a minor talent show.]

What's so great about participating in a show like this?

[Besides, there are so many fools. They're just using her, using her as a stepping stone, and recklessly squandering her kindness.]

Yet she was so tolerant of those people, even though she knew the show was deliberately leading people astray, she still earnestly said, "Everyone here is a very good person."

[...So kind.]

Why be so kind?

Others are others, how can she be the same?

How can anyone else compare to her?

I don't care if I'm called a biased person; this heart always belonged to her.

All those who gain fame and fortune without working should behave themselves, keep a low profile, and be grateful for her kindness.

One second they're praising her, the next they're desperate to climb over her and steal her attention.

Such an ungrateful person is not worth her attention at all.

[It's not just the contestants; the production team that can't see the bigger picture, the short-sighted organizers, even those who dared to say they liked the girl the moment they met her, only to change their minds again because of someone else—all of them fill me with disgust and hatred.]

Since you can't always like her, don't waste your cheap feelings on empty words.

The whole world should love her, and should love her forever.

But she doesn't seem to think so.

I asked her, "Why? Don't you want everyone to like you?"

She said she didn't need everyone's approval; a small group's attention was enough.

I thought, how could this be enough?

Human preferences are the most fickle thing in the world.

[To make a promise to her something you yourself aren't even sure will last—isn't that incredibly cruel and excessive for her?]

This is especially true for fans who are active in the entertainment industry.

They might say they like you today because you're cute; tomorrow they might say they dislike you because your personality doesn't fit their expectations.

How could you ask for a fleeting, unattainable sincerity when you want nothing in return?

They might even waver and doubt themselves, wondering if they are worthy of that fickle heart.

[Even though only what you possess is real, she falls into such a pitiful state of confusion over such trivial matters.]

[They might even ask me with concern: Really? Do you think I'm someone worth liking?]

She asked, "Will you always favor me?"

Words like "always" and "forever" are almost synonymous with lying, and in a sense, they also seem to be equivalent to making a request.

[But she wants affirmation from me, and she seeks eternity from me. How is this any different from her directly demanding love from me?]

……

Yes, Gu Shihe thought so too at that moment.

Just as Yun Zhi was almost out of breath, Gu Shihe chuckled and released her entangled red tongues, licking the overflowing wetness, and softly praised her through his parted, moist lips and teeth:

"So sweet."

The young man leisurely stood up, put his arm around Yun Zhi, and let her sit on his waist.

"Is it because she just ate pudding? Or is Zhizhi just naturally such a sweet and charming child?"

"It's so soft and fragrant, a million times sweeter than I imagined."

Yun Zhi's lips were moist and red from his kiss, and the corners of her eyes were wet with tears. Her slender white fingers held Gu Shihe's shoulders, and she didn't even have the strength to refuse.

"You're not resisting at all? So obedient..."

"Zhizhi, if you keep indulging me like this, I might go really far, you know?"

Yun Zhi's forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her voice wet and trembling with tears: "You've already gone too far..."

Gu Shihe listened to her complaints, but instead of getting annoyed, he moved closer and nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his high nose, his eyes becoming even more pleased.

"Is that so? It seems I can go even further..."

The skirt folded and piled up, and a broad, slender hand, uniquely masculine, disappeared into the shadows along with his kissing motion.