Quick Transmigration: Pregnancy Blessing - The Soft Bunny is Pampered by the Big Shots

Shen Yanxi acted as if he hadn't heard anything, standing aside adjusting his cuffs.

Jiang Niannian's heart was bleeding. She wanted to curse a few more times, but Lin Rui warned her with a look and shut her up.

Don't touch her, don't provoke her.

These words kept repeating in her mind like a curse.

Lin Rui looked at his brother's expressionless face, which had remained blank for eight hundred years, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

He knew this guy couldn't let go of Sang Yu, that little vixen.

Back when they were together, he was their biggest fan.

Sure enough, he came out of the restroom in less than fifteen minutes.

and many more!

To the restroom? Fifteen minutes.

Did he discover some secret?

Sang Yu took Shen Yanxi's arm and turned to look at the guys who had just belittled her. The guys immediately looked away awkwardly, giving her an embarrassed but polite smile.

Shen Yanxi naturally noticed Sang Yu's smug little act. After she had finished showing off, he curled his lips and said, "I'll take you back."

Sang Yu was taken aback. "I didn't say I was going back. If you want to leave, you can leave by yourself."

"Hmm? Still want to suffocate?" He smiled, a gentle threat in his eyes.

Sang Yu felt a slight pain in her lips again. "If you're so capable, then do it in front of all these men."

Shen Yanxi's lips twitched, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

He forgot.

Sang Yu is a rebellious person by nature, and he is not afraid of threats, especially his own.

Seeing his frustrated yet restrained expression, Sang Yu smiled smugly and charmingly, "So? Are you still going to do it or not?"

Lin Rui was stunned!

Do? What to do?

Sang Yu's eyes were gentle and charming. She tossed her long, curly hair and strolled leisurely into the booth.

He had barely taken one step when his wrist was grabbed.

Shen Yanxi lowered his head and quickly realized that he was holding her right hand. So he took off his coat, covered her with it, and picked her up horizontally.

Sang Yu exclaimed, "Shen Yanxi, put me down! I haven't finished watching the handsome young man dance yet!"

When Shen Yanxi heard her call him "little brother," his eyes darkened. He ignored her futile struggles and continued walking forward.

When he passed by the distraught Jiang Niannian, his eyes were as cold as an ice blade.

During high school, Jiang Niannian was jealous of Sang Yu.

During a high school art class, he deliberately pretended to play around with his classmates, knocking down Sang Yu who was sharpening a pencil, and the knife stabbed her right wrist.

If Sang Yu hadn't reacted quickly and caught the falling object, he might have died on the spot...

Because of this incident, Sang Yu can no longer paint, her right wrist is also unable to exert force, and it will ache faintly on rainy days.

Shen Yanxi hates Jiang Niannian to death. The only reason she has been able to tolerate her until now is that Jiang Niannian's mother was kind to her mother, and the two are also good friends.

Of course, Shen Yanxi's tolerance for her only lasted that one time. If she dared to hurt Sang Yu again, he would never let her off the hook.

Shen Yanxi carried her to the passenger seat and thoughtfully fastened her seatbelt. Sang Yu angrily turned her head away and ignored him.

Shen Yanxi didn't mind at all and touched her right wrist, "Did I hurt you just now?"

Sang Yu snorted and pulled her hand back, looking like she didn't want him to touch her.

Shen Yanxi's face instantly turned cold. He grabbed the back of her head with his large hand, bringing his face close enough that he could hear her breathing.

"You really don't want me to touch you?"

Without waiting for a reply, he turned his head and kissed Sang Yu's lips.

To him, she was like an addictive drug, something he couldn't control.

As Shen Yanxi felt that softness, he felt his soul trembling uncontrollably.

Sang Yu felt a stinging pain in her lips, but she didn't feel suffocated like last time. This time, his kiss was much gentler.

Warm hands roamed over her body, greedy but without ulterior motives, tender as if cherishing the most beloved treasure in the world.

This feeling of being cherished felt both familiar and strange to Sang Yu.

Still dizzy from the kiss, Sang Yu noticed something was amiss.

She bit the man's lip hard and pushed him away forcefully. "Get away, you filthy man."

Shen Yanxi was passionately kissing someone when he was suddenly pushed away, his face showing both innocence and confusion.

Sang Yu wiped her lips hard and glared at him.

This liar, back when they kissed, he was awkward and clumsy, and often bumped her teeth.

With such good kissing skills now, he must have kissed quite a few women over the years.

Sang Yu looked sorrowful, and Shen Yanxi took a deep breath and hugged her tightly.

Ignoring her struggles, he continued to explain, "I have never touched her. She deliberately spread rumors. I warned her."

“???” Sang Yu didn’t understand what he was saying for a moment.

Shen Yanxi buried his face in her neck, deeply inhaling her fragrance. "I have absolutely no relationship with Jiang Niannian. If she says anything to you, don't take it seriously."

"Now that she's an artist, she needs powerful backers in this industry, so she deliberately had rumors about us spread."

"I tried to warn her by taking away her resources, but she wouldn't listen to reason and even cried and made a scene in front of her elders."

He put his arm around her waist and murmured, "Don't worry, Sangsang, you've been the only woman I've ever been with all these years. You were my first love, you were my first kiss, and if you're willing, you'll be my first love too."

As he spoke, he rubbed against her body, like a big dog begging for its owner's affection.

Sang Yu's eyes darted around, and she nudged him but couldn't move him. "Who asked you?"

"You didn't ask, but I was going to tell you. I'm not a dirty man; you're the only one I've ever touched."

Oh no, this male lead is completely unpredictable.

How can she continue the story along its original trajectory?

How to do?

Sang Yu bit her lip tightly, looking at the man who was holding her tightly.

The decision was made to continue.

"Mr. Shen, it's your own business if you remain chaste. I never said I would make you remain chaste."

"You know my personality; I don't like to put all my eggs in one basket."

"You know, there are many temptations abroad, I... sob..."

Sang Yu's mouth was sealed shut again. She was furious. This bastard, he's addicted to kissing, isn't he?

Ten minutes later, Shen Yanxi reluctantly let go of her, both of them with bloodstains on their lips.

Sang Yu deliberately said, "Threatening me won't work; they're just better than you!"

Sang Yu knew very well what men hated most: you could say he was good at anything, but you couldn't say he was incapable.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yanxi's face darkened instantly.

He stared at her intently, looking as if he wanted to strangle Sang Yu.

Now is the time to prove your abilities, isn't it?

Then she can get pregnant.

Shen Yanxi was naturally angry, but her anger stemmed from her own incompetence in not being able to provide her with a sense of security.

Let her use this self-humiliating method to persuade him to stay away.

He really wanted to tell Sang Yu that he now had the ability to save her father and give her everything she wanted.

But she wouldn't believe me no matter how much I explained.

He will prove it to Sang Yu.

Shen Yanxi nodded, "Yes, I understand."

Sang Yu was shocked.

He just gave up like that?