Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Hearing Qin Baobao's soft laughter, Duan Jiufeng wished he could rush up and kill her right then and there.

Why not? It's just the two of them now. They can kill her without anyone noticing.

Considering Qin Baobao's small stature, he felt his chances of winning were very high.

and then?

Kill him, and become homeless again?!

He was imprisoned for murder and faced even more vicious criminals.

Duan Jiufeng felt a deep, heavy weight in his heart. Life had lost all hope; the more he struggled in the mire, the deeper he sank, unable to see any light.

Let them hit me then; it's not like I've never been hit before.

The surrounding environment was so bright, but he alone was trapped in boundless darkness.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the little guy's body was covered in wounds. I didn't want my pity to make him feel even more inferior.

Qin Baobao looked at the little guy's whole body. Only his bottom was uninjured, fair and tender, and quite good-looking.

"Your little bottom is quite white." He said, patting it lightly.

The little guy's back and thighs were covered in bruises, which made his bottom look even whiter and more appealing.

Upon hearing that teasing remark and feeling the touch on his buttocks, Duan Jiufeng clenched his fists, wishing he could jump up immediately without caring about anything and punch Qin Baobao in the face.

"Pity……"

What's a pity?

Before Duan Jiufeng could put his thoughts into action, he heard Qin Baobao's exclamation.

It's inexplicable and has no beginning or end.

A moment of silence fell over the surroundings, until a pair of cool hands touched his skin, gently rubbing against his body, leaving a shiver. Arms, back, even thighs were not spared.

Duan Jiufeng felt both ashamed and nervous, and his whole body was frozen in place.

Seeing the little guy so shy that his whole body was tense, his hands were clenched into fists, and even his toes were curled up, Qin Baobao finally decided to kindly let him off the hook.

"Apply the medicine yourself." As he got up, he patted the little guy's bottom, which was quite chubby.

Duan Jiufeng: After I apply the medicine, will you allow me to abuse you?

Duan Jiufeng lay motionless on the bed, not even applying any medicine. He was just waiting for Qin Baobao to get impatient and give him a good beating, which would be better than torturing him like this.

Seeing the little guy lying there motionless, Qin Baobao thought he was too shy, so she wanted to tease him a little more.

"Since you don't want to apply the medicine yourself, I'll have to help you. If I see anything I shouldn't see later..."

As soon as Qin Baobao's hand touched the little guy's shoulder, the little guy immediately shrank back.

"I...I can do it myself." He stuttered again, so cute.

"Could you turn around?"

"Don't worry, I won't peek." After all, Qin Baobao lived to be over twenty years old in her previous life, and she wasn't interested in a little kid's body.

"You're done here, now it's your turn."

After a rustling sound, Qin Baobao turned around. She was still facing that soft, white bottom, lying naked on the bed.

Qin Baobao was speechless. What's going on? Does she like being naked? Wasn't she just feeling incredibly ashamed? I really don't understand children's psychology.

I took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and put it on the bedside table.

Upon hearing the sound, Duan Jiufeng secretly glanced over.

Was they going to pour it on him? The thought of the milk he had just taken out of the refrigerator being poured on him sent a chill down Duan Jiufeng's spine.

"Drink it."

Thinking that it was inconvenient for him to drink while lying down, Qin Baobao pulled a thin blanket over him. That way, the little guy wouldn't be shy and keep turning his back to her. Although Qin Baobao couldn't figure out what was so embarrassing about it, the chosen one was just so extraordinary!

Duan Jiufeng was stunned for a moment. He drank it?

Why isn't this what I expected? Wasn't I supposed to lie on top of him and whip him hard with a small leather whip? Why did it turn out like this?

Turning my head, I saw that Qin Baobao had already taken her bathrobe and gone to take a shower.

And look at the milk. Does drinking milk make your cries sound better?

Duan Jiufeng, as if possessed, picked up the milk and gulped it down.

Having finished the milk, Duan Jiufeng was so startled by the light milk bottle in his hand that he immediately threw it to the ground.

"What am I doing?" Duan Jiufeng stared at the empty bottle that had rolled to the wall, as if he were looking at a raging flood.

Hearing the commotion outside, Qin Baobao rushed out the door without even drying her hair, only to find the little guy staring blankly at the milk bottle. The bottle was already open, indicating that the little guy had already drunk some milk.

Is one bottle not enough? Well, the little one is growing, so one bottle might not be enough.

She casually tossed the empty bottle into the trash can, and as she bent over, a section of her snow-white thigh was revealed.

Duan Jiufeng: Absolutely shameless! Such a young age and such improper conduct. Rich people are indeed all perverts.

The little pervert took another bottle of milk from the refrigerator. Sure enough, he guessed right; this bottle was meant to be poured on himself!

She's coming!

Duan Jiufeng clenched his fists, ready to unleash a torrent of fury.

She's here!

She bent over!

I put the milk on the bedside table!

"Go to sleep early." Qin Baobao rubbed the little guy's head and went next door.

No, you're just leaving like that? Not going to do anything else?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood her?" Duan Jiufeng had to admit that he might have misunderstood her.

I shook my head vigorously. Impossible. Everyone says rich people are perverts, and she just touched my butt.

Looking down, Duan Jiufeng saw the scars on his body, which strengthened his resolve. It must be that the scars were too ugly, and the little pervert wanted to heal him before making his move.

"Yes, that must be it! I can't let my guard down!"

If Qin Baobao knew that just because she patted the little guy's bottom, the little guy would become extremely wary of her, I wonder what she would think?

It's very likely... they'll still film it.

Lying in bed, Duan Jiufeng tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The bed was so soft, the blanket so comfortable, it felt like lying on a cloud.

He feared that if he closed his eyes, even this poison disguised as sugar would disappear, leaving him still in the dust. But as time slipped away, no matter how unwilling he was, Duan Jiufeng slowly closed his eyes.

Duan Jiufeng had a dream in which he was only five years old and his parents were still alive.

They laughed and called him Xiao Feng, beckoning him over. He ran to hug his parents, but a car sped past, hitting them and sending them flying. His mother, covered in blood, got up, pointed at him, and cursed him as a jinx. His father, also covered in blood, looked at him with eyes full of resentment.

"I'm not! It wasn't me! I'm not a jinx!"

"You're a jinx! If it weren't for you, my company wouldn't have gone bankrupt." His adoptive father appeared out of nowhere, raising his hand to slap him across the head. The slap was so big, like the Five Finger Mountain of Buddha, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Duan Jiufeng suddenly sat up. It was all a dream!

"Huff, huff, huff." He raised his hand and touched his forehead, finding it covered in cold sweat.

The bedside lamp emitted a warm light. Looking at the luxurious room, Duan Jiufeng recalled that he had been rescued by a rich young lady and was now in a five-star hotel.

I pinched my thigh hard, constantly reminding myself: It was a dream! It was a dream! It was a dream!