The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Because I was a Censor, I interacted frequently with officials from the Ministry of Personnel. During a discussion about official selection, a young and promising official and I discovered that our views on talent were remarkably aligned. When our eyes met, it felt like an electric current passed through me, and a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

As our relationship deepened, our rapport grew stronger. We began discussing academic matters and appreciating poetry together after work. One day, we met at a teahouse in the city, enjoying the moonlight and discussing world affairs. The official prepared a poem of his own, one that expressed his admiration for me. Deeply captivated by his talent, I returned it with a poem expressing my respect and affection. That quiet evening, our souls were elevated through our exchange of poetry, and our bond quietly blossomed.

One spring afternoon, the official and I strolled through the garden, discussing poetry and life. Our conversation was filled with mutual admiration and understanding, as if we were close friends who hadn't met in years. Amidst the flowers, our eyes met again, and a faint blush tinged my cheeks. The official gently plucked a blooming flower and pinned it to my hair. In that moment, a deep love welled up in our hearts.

At court, we were tacit colleagues, and in private, we were close friends. Whenever night fell, he would invite me to admire the bright moon and discuss poetry. We would stroll through the garden, hand in hand, admiring the blooming flowers and feeling each other's warmth. On a stormy night, he held an umbrella for me, and we strolled in the rain, our heartbeats mingling in the sound of the rain. He would prepare special gifts for me on various holidays, letting me feel his care and concern. Our relationship gradually blossomed through these romantic moments, and we began to engage in deeper exchanges.

Over time, our collaboration grew in rapt rapport, each eye contact setting our hearts racing. On a moonlit night, he and I strolled through the Imperial Gardens. The moonlight shone on the flowers, illuminating their vibrant colors. A gentle breeze caressed our hair, bringing with it the fragrance of the flowers.

We walked quietly, savoring this peaceful and beautiful moment. He gently held my hand and looked at me tenderly, his eyes filled with deep affection. Under the moon and flowers, our figures intertwined, as if time had stood still for us. He whispered softly, expressing his longing for the future and his admiration for me. I was moved by his sincerity, and my feelings for him grew stronger.

He frequently frequented the backyard of my mansion. One day, we entered, the door closed, and the flickering candlelight illuminated the room. He gently held me in his arms, and I could clearly feel his breathing quicken. Our lips slowly moved together, as if an endless tenderness was spreading. He carefully peeled off my clothes, and my breathing quickened. Soon, my clothes were completely removed, leaving only my naked body. Our skin pressed tightly against each other, our bodies tightly embraced. In this loving moment, we passionately responded to each other's emotions, exploring each other's deepest desires together. In this lingering time, we were immersed in a sea of ​​love, savoring the sweetness and happiness that belonged only to us.

After we were done, we snuggled together, sharing the warmth and satisfaction.