Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

Upon hearing this, Fu Jiancheng couldn't help but look up at He Zhiyao beside him. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he hesitated and didn't say anything.

In truth, he knew that staying here would be much safer and more reliable than following him to the perilous southern base.

If he can successfully avenge himself, he will definitely come back to take He Zhiyao away, but he doesn't want He Zhiyao to be with Wen Jiancheng.

He Zhiyao didn't want to stay there obediently.

A sly smile played on her lips as she gazed at Wen Jiancheng with her bright, expressive eyes and said softly:

"Why don't you come out and have some fun with us? Don't you get bored staying here all day by yourself? You have to find something interesting to do in this life."

As she spoke, she secretly plotted how to persuade Wen Jiancheng to go out with them. He would definitely not be in the mood to study the antidote for the virus if he stayed in such a comfortable environment by himself. She wondered if she could trick him into going out and continuing to study the antidote.

Wen Jiancheng frowned slightly, his gaze deep and distant, as if he were immersed in some profound thought.

"There's hope!" He Zhiyao thought to herself with secret delight.

Her bright, large eyes were fixed on Wen Jiancheng, sparkling with excitement, as if she could already foresee Wen Jiancheng joining them and focusing intently on researching a cure for the virus.

However, Fu Chuji, who was standing to the side, seemed a little unhappy. He pursed his lips slightly, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction and jealousy on his face.

He Zhiyao was paying so much attention to Wen Jiancheng. Could it be that she had other feelings for this man? Thinking of this, Fu Chuji felt increasingly uneasy.

Am I not enough for you? Why do you have to drag that green-haired girl along too!

Fu Chuji felt increasingly unhappy as she thought about it, and the fire of jealousy in her heart burned ever brighter.

Finally, he could no longer contain his emotions. He grabbed He Zhiyao's hand and, without saying a word, dragged her down the stairs to a corner.

"Hey! What are you doing?" He Zhiyao was startled by Fu Chuji's sudden action and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, she was completely baffled and did not understand why Fu Chuji was suddenly so impulsive, even disregarding the important matter she was discussing.

Fu Chuji forcefully pushed He Zhiyao into the corner, pressing his body tightly against hers, so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

He lowered his head and asked in a deep, hoarse voice, "Do you like him?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on He Zhiyao's, and a hint of grievance was faintly revealed in them.

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyao was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses. "What are you talking about? How did this get to liking someone?"

She stared wide-eyed at Fu Chuji in disbelief, finding the person in front of her utterly inexplicable.

But Fu Chuji didn't believe it at all. She buried her head in He Zhiyao's neck, her warm breath spraying on her sensitive skin, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "You're not allowed to like him. You clearly like me."

These words struck He Zhiyao like a thunderbolt, plunging her into utter shock.

Does she like Fu Chuji and Wen Jiancheng?

When exactly did she start liking these two people?

Even she herself was baffled by this problem. She carefully recalled her past actions and couldn't think of any behavior that might have caused misunderstanding.

Fu Chuji waited quietly for her answer, as if time had frozen. However, he never received the answer he wanted, so he slowly got up from He Zhiyao.

At this moment, a dark, inky color surged in his deep eyes, making one's heart tremble.

"You clearly provoked me, yet you're still entangled with someone else." Fu Chuji's voice was low and suppressed, carrying a hint of undisguised pain.

After saying that, he suddenly leaned down and bit He Zhiyao's delicate lips, spitting out two words viciously: "Scumbag woman." Then he turned and left.

He Zhiyao stared blankly at Fu Chuji's series of actions and then his departing figure, her heart filled with growing doubts.

Could there be some secret hidden within that she herself is unaware of? Or perhaps it's a romantic debt incurred by the original owner of this body?

But that doesn't make sense; they clearly didn't know each other before! So, what unintentional action of hers caused Fu Chuji to have such an absurd misunderstanding?

"Wait a minute..." He Zhiyao called out to Fu Chuji urgently, hoping to keep him there and get some answers.

However, upon hearing her call, Fu Chuji not only did not stop, but quickened his pace and soon disappeared from He Zhiyao's sight.

He Zhiyao was left alone to think about where things went wrong.

At this moment, although Fu Chuji was angry, his handsome face was flushed, the blush spreading all the way to his neck, making him look exceptionally alluring.

He clenched his teeth, his heart filled with conflicting emotions. He wanted to punish He Zhiyao severely by biting her, but he couldn't bring himself to bite her hard, afraid of hurting her.

This conflicting feeling made him feel both irritable and shy. In the end, he gave in first, blushing and lowering his head like a child, and left.

Why couldn't he bear the thought that He Zhiyao still harbored feelings for her childhood sweetheart deep in her heart?

The thought of this made Fu Chuji feel as if her heart was being gnawed at by a million ants.

So, after absentmindedly picking out a few essential supplies, he decided to leave.

Since he didn't bring He Zhiyao along, the number of items he needed to carry was naturally very small.

After Fu Chuji put all the selected items into his spatial storage, he prepared to take one last look at her.

Only then did he realize that He Zhiyao was still standing there blankly, motionless, like a beautiful sculpture.

Seeing this scene, Fu Chuji was both angry and amused. He thought to himself that he might as well just kick this person into his space and take him away, so that when he came back, he wouldn't see He Zhiyao and Wen Jiancheng being all lovey-dovey. Just thinking about that scene made him feel like he could die of anger.

The more Fu Chuji imagined that scene, the angrier she became, her eyes turning red as if they were about to spit fire.

Finally, he could no longer suppress his inner impulse, turned around abruptly, and strode towards He Zhiyao's direction.

Upon arriving in front of He Zhiyao, Fu Chuji, without saying a word, reached out and pressed her forcefully against the wall, then leaned down and kissed her without hesitation.

Before He Zhiyao could recover from her shock, he skillfully pried open her teeth and plunged in, wantonly exploring that warm and soft territory.

The exquisite sensation from the intimate contact between their lips and teeth instantly captivated Fu Chuji, leaving her utterly mesmerized...

He Zhiyao initially patted Fu Chuji's shoulder, but as time went on, the gentle patting gradually turned into an intimate embrace, and her arms slowly wrapped around Fu Chuji's neck.

Their lips met tightly, passionately and tenderly.

When the kiss finally ended, Fu Chuji was slightly out of breath, gazing at He Zhiyao in front of him with an undisguised possessiveness and deep affection in his eyes.

"When I come back, don't be with Wen Jiancheng, otherwise... otherwise I really won't be able to resist wanting to kill him."