Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Such a handsome young man is truly a rare sight, attracting the attention of passersby on the riverbank.

Gu Yao, seemingly oblivious, continued whispering sweet nothings into Shen Juan's face, "Young master, you're so handsome, whose son are you?"

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she covered her head and raised her voice, "Oh, is the handsome young man my son?"

The young man leaned lazily against the boy as if he had no bones, laughing unrestrainedly. Seeing that Shen Juan's earlobes were completely red, he reached out to rub them. Shen Juan took a deep breath, but this time she turned her head and kissed Gu Yao.

She then quickly stepped back, but her fingertips still held Gu Yao's hand.

Their fingers were intertwined, and their voices murmured:

"Ah Yao, stop talking, everyone's looking over here."

Her flushed face was like a clear bayberry wine, making people's hearts flutter.

Gu Yao's pupils dilated in shock as he stared blankly at Shen Juan.

Then she smiled.

His voice was gentle and tender, "Alright, I'll do as you say, Madam."

The straightforward words of love made the young women on the shore blush. Many of them covered their faces with their fans, whispering to their friends while their eyes were fixed on the two of them.

With understanding and envy.

In rural areas, where men often cannot find wives, it's not uncommon for two men to live together.

Although it's not common, it's not a big deal either.

Gu Yao smiled, wanting to say something more, but Shen Juan squeezed his wrist, "A Yao."

Gu Yao turned his head in confusion, "Hmm?"

Shen Juan pointed to a small shop on the shore, "We're home."

The two paid the boat fare and hurried home.

They're going to be staying here for a while, so naturally they'll need to organize some of their businesses.

The scenery in this small town is truly beautiful, with white walls and black tiles, cobblestone streets, and the air carrying the scent of damp grass after the rain.

The small shop they bought was originally a rice shop. Gu Yao thought that making pastries and brewing wine both required rice, so he simply bought the remaining rice from the rice shop along with the shop itself.

After arranging the rice bags one by one, Gu Yao was so tired that he sat down in the corner. He raised his hand to smell the odor on his body and waved his hand in disgust.

When Shen Juan came in carrying the savory pancakes, she saw that the handsome young man's sideburns were stuck to his face, and his whole face was scrunched up.

Seeing the person enter, Gu Yao lowered his hand, sat in the corner, and pitifully reached out his hand to Shen Juan, "Fox~~"

Shen Juan sighed, placed the savory pancake on the table, bent down and picked him up. Gu Yao took the opportunity to hook his legs around Shen Juan's calves, wrapped his arms around Shen Juan's neck, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Fox, how can you be so kind?"

The fluffy head rested directly on the boy's shoulder.

Shen Juan subconsciously supported Gu Yao, and was stunned by the kiss. But when she realized what was happening, she turned her face to kiss him again.

Gu Yao blocked his face, frowned, and twitched his nose. "Fox, can you smell anything?"

Shen Juan was taken aback, but Gu Yao suddenly jumped off him and sniffed Shen Juan's neck.

Hmm, it still has a faint osmanthus fragrance.

So he grabbed his collar and smelled it, his face instantly contorting into a grimace. He fanned his nose and made a vomiting face.

He smelled of sweat.

Looking up, Gu Yao met Shen Juan's mischievous gaze. He immediately stood up straight and scratched his head awkwardly.

Shen Juan smiled and reached out to ruffle the fluffy head in front of her. "The hot water is ready. Go take a bath."

Gu Yao chuckled, but still teased Shen Juan.

He stood on tiptoe and looked up at Chen Juan, "Your wife is so virtuous, so, would you like to..."

As he spoke, Gu Yao's gaze shifted downwards, and he reached out to hook the boy's belt, pulling him down with his arms. Shen Juan leaned forward slightly, raising an eyebrow at Gu Yao, "What? What does my husband want?"

The boy's voice was clear and cool, yet low, with a hint of allure. His breath brushed against her ear, sending a sensation of heat through her.

Then goosebumps rose on his skin, but Gu Yao was not to be outdone. He tightened his grip on the belt and whispered in the boy's ear, "A bath for two, what does Madam think?"

The young man laughed smugly. When they were alone, Gu Yao never concealed his appearance, and his pale, snowy eyes were now filled with lust.

His expression was one of undisguised longing and infatuation with the beauty.

Gu Yao looked up, but Shen Juan's lowered eyes revealed no emotion.

He pursed his lips, making a move to release the slightly crumpled belt he was clutching in his hand.

"If you don't want to, then... sigh—ah."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yao was pulled back and fell into a warm embrace. The warmth of the boy's palm traveled down his back and through his entire body, making Gu Yao feel feverish.

The next second, the feeling of weightlessness came over me.

Gu Yao had already taken to the air, her hairpin fell off, and her long silver hair scattered in all directions.

Shen Juan sighed softly, "My husband wants a bath together, and I will naturally agree. It is also my duty to help my husband change his clothes. However, I am sorry to trouble my husband today, as this bath tub is really not big enough."

The boy's clear voice came through, accompanied by a low laugh, his chest vibrating.

Gu Yao opened his eyes and looked down. From this angle, all he could see was his jawline, which was so smooth it was clearer than his life plan.

He swallowed hard, unable to contain himself, and laughed even more wildly.

"Knowing that my husband is in pain, I will serve you."

These words were spoken with a touch of the soft, gentle Wu dialect, which softened Gu Yao's heart.

He was blinded by lust and kissed her directly.

That was the first time Gu Yao felt that the rain in Jiangnan was so unbearable.

The sound of water sloshing and the sound of rain outside mingled together.

Shen Juan looked down and saw that the person who had just been baring his teeth and brandishing his claws was now obediently nestled in his arms, with reddened eyes, a spring-like look in his brows, and his whole face flushed with heat.

Her slender white fingers brushed against Gu Yao's damp temples, and with a smile, she placed a kiss on his forehead.

The young man's fingertips rested limply on the boy's shoulder. Sensing Chen Juan's approach, Gu Yao unconsciously turned his head. He frowned, his voice slightly hoarse.

"No, no more..."

Shen Juan was taken aback, then laughed even harder.

"Ah Yao, you're really so adorable."

The sound of rain outside the window had not stopped. Chen Juan carried the person to the bed and tucked the blankets in.

He gently touched the lingering redness at the corner of her eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Consider this interest. I won't let you off so easily next time."

The waters are clear, the mountains are lush, and the scenery stretches far into the distance. Returning home, I idly lean against the window of my small pavilion. The spring breeze, oblivious to the rain of Jiangnan, smiles as it watches guests seek out the rain-soaked alleyways.

Leaning against the soft couch by the window, watching the raindrops pattering down from the eaves, Gu Yao angrily tugged at the jasmine flower in his hand.

There was a collection of Yuefu poems on the table, and Gu Yao happened to be reading this poem, "Knowing Jiangnan," and thought it was really fitting for the occasion.

For the first time, he found the rain so annoying.

Shen Juan uses this as an excuse to make a fuss for a long time every time.

God, it will rain for as long as it wants.

The rain in Jiangnan is endless, so the opening of their pastry shop has been postponed.

Think about these past few days.

I can't bear to look back.

Gu Yao felt it was better not to reminisce, since he hadn't done anything worthwhile.

Today, Shen Juan was dressed in an apricot-colored dress embroidered with green bamboo. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she slowly walked from the end of the alley and met Gu Yao's gaze from afar.

The boy, with a smug look on his face, waved the object in his hand at Gu Yao. Gu Yao, with his excellent eyesight, immediately recognized it as Wang Ji Yunpian Gao from South Street.

Gu Yao quickly got off the bed and went to open the door for the person, standing at the door eagerly waiting.

Before Shen Juan could even close the umbrella, the things in her hands were snatched away.

Seeing Gu Yao's greedy look, he shook his head helplessly and let the umbrella hang to dry under the eaves.

As soon as I turned around, I stuffed a piece of pastry into my mouth.

Even though he was still mumbling something, Gu Yao smiled as he held the pastries, "Is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

Shen Juan reached out and wiped the crumbs of pastry from Gu Yao's lips. "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Gu Yao snorted coldly, "At least you still have some conscience. I'll forgive you for what happened yesterday."

Upon hearing this, Shen Juan raised an eyebrow, leaned forward slightly, her fox-like eyes narrowed, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to possess a captivating allure.

His voice was deep and ambiguous.

"What does A-Yao mean?"

"Were you the one crying and begging for it?"

"Did she faint?"

"Or perhaps, the rain has been falling for too long?"

"Ok?"

Gu Yao looked at the reckless person in front of him, took a step back, but slipped and fell backward.

Shen Juan's expression changed. She grabbed the slender white wrist and brought the person back, but her gaze fell on the bare white feet.

Gu Yao looked down at his bare feet, his two feet uneasily crossing over each other for a moment, showing some uneasy hesitation.

Shen Juan chuckled, then asked with a somewhat ambiguous tone, "Does A-Yao still remember what he promised?"