Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

"No, are you stupid? I'm a bad woman, and you still love me?" Gu Xiaoxiao stared wide-eyed at the other person, her face full of disbelief.

However, the other party seemed to completely ignore her words. Not only that, but they also forcefully withdrew their previous accusations and said firmly, "Nonsense, how could you be a bad woman? You are clearly a very, very good person."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xiaoxiao felt a throbbing pain in her temples. She stood there blankly for a long while before letting out a soft sigh and saying helplessly, "Whatever, I can't control you anymore." With that, she turned and prepared to return to her room.

Just then, He Jing suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm. Gu Xiaoxiao turned around in surprise and saw He Jing looking at her with wet, pitiful eyes like a puppy, muttering, "My umbrella is broken, can I wait in your house until the rain stops?"

Gu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but roll her eyes and said irritably, "Seriously, your umbrella is broken, but you have a car, right? You'll get wet while driving, won't you? Besides, couldn't you have your assistant bring you a new umbrella?"

He Jing pointed innocently to his watch and explained aggrievedly, "It's four in the morning! I asked my assistant to bring me an umbrella? If word got out, people would probably think our company hires illegal workers and dares to exploit them like this."

Gu Xiaoxiao was furious with his attitude. She slammed the ginger tea she was holding onto the table with a loud "bang".

"Okay, if you want to wait for the rain to stop, then wait on that sofa in the living room!"

After saying that, the woman angrily slammed the door and went inside, ignoring He Jing in the living room.

He Jing sighed softly, then cheered up again. At least Xiao Xiao had agreed to let him into the house, and he believed that if there was a first time, there would be a second.

He refused to believe that Xiaoxiao saw his empty eyes...

Raindrops meandered like a silver river along the French windows. He Jing curled up in the dark green velvet sofa, fiddling with his watch. The dark pattern on the back of the dial, hX0917, shone with a faint blue hue under the dim wall lamp.

When Gu Xiaoxiao came out drying her wet hair, she saw him unbuttoning his soaked shirt with one hand, and a crooked star brooch hanging on his pale collarbone—the silver-plated one she had bought at a street stall when she was eighteen.

Below the collarbone is a row of well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles.

Xiao Xiao hurriedly looked away, afraid that if her gaze fell on He Jing, she would lose control of her desire.

"Does the sofa conduct electricity? I'm afraid I might..." He Jing suddenly looked up, his Adam's apple still glistening with the light of raindrops. "Miss Gu is even further away than when she was teaching me math problems back then." His fingertips intentionally or unintentionally traced the carved details of the sofa armrest, the rustling of the fabric creating a sharp, ambiguous sound in the dim light, causing Xiao Xiao to swallow hard, inwardly cursing He Jing for not playing by the rules.

"It seems the rain won't stop until..." He took off his glasses and wiped away the condensation. "I'll just have to make do on this sofa for the night."

Before he could finish speaking, a large bath towel suddenly fell on his head, and He Jing was startled when his vision was suddenly blocked. He then heard the woman's embarrassed and annoyed voice on the other side, "Go take a shower, so you won't make fun of me and mistreat you!"

Steam from the bathroom seeped through the frosted glass, and Gu Xiaoxiao stared at the soaked shirt on the coffee table. She leaned closer, almost unconsciously, and suddenly noticed the faded "hX→0917" engraved on the back of the brooch—the very same scribbles she had made at a street stall ten years ago.

The moment the sound of water stopped, He Jing, wrapped in a bath towel, pushed open the door and stepped out. The loose fabric barely covered his waist, and his beautiful silhouette was faintly visible in the steam.

"I don't think I have any clothes to wear..." He approached with water droplets dripping from his hair, asking sincerely, but Xiao Xiao pushed away his handsome face and backed away, saying, "The third wardrobe by the door has the shirt you lent me last time!"

As Gu Xiaoxiao stumbled backward, she knocked over a ginger tea cup. Just as He Jing reached out to catch her around the waist, the bath towel suddenly slipped halfway down. She hurriedly closed her eyes, but then heard a muffled laugh from above her: "So Miss Gu still remembers the shirt I lent you last time?" A warm palm suddenly pressed against the back of her neck. "I thought you were going to secretly keep it and never give it back!"

Gu Xiaoxiao got angry when she heard He Jing's words and dared to scold him, "Well, you didn't return the clothes I lost last time either, did you? We're even, no one's better than you."

He Jing, however, seized the opportunity and readily agreed on Xiao Xiao's behalf, saying, "How about I return it to you personally tonight to thank you for lending me the clothes?"