Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

After dinner, Wu Tongxue organized some documents in her study.

Xie Lang came in to help.

Xie Lang was never a well-behaved person. In their private space, with only the two of them, certain thoughts began to fester.

Uncontrollably, the body performed certain actions.

In front of the bookshelf, Wu Tongxue took out the metal bookmark that was originally stuck in the book and put the book back in its original place.

As I tried to back away and turn around, a hot body pressed against me.

Xie Lang was taller than him, so Wu Tongxue had to tilt her head slightly to meet his gaze.

Xie Lang waved the book he had just pulled out, his expression innocent, as if it were an unintentional action.

Within that small space, the warm, moist breath sprayed onto her earlobe, causing a physiological blush to rise to pink. Wu Tongxue leaned closer to the bookshelf.

Xie Lang still held his right arm high, which perfectly encircled Wu Tongxue in front of him, trapping her inside.

Her fair and delicate neck was raised, so close, and a button on her shirt was undone, concealing even more of her beauty.

But that couldn't stop others' desire to explore.

The bookshelf is against the wall, filled with books of various colors on the mahogany shelf.

Wu Tongxue looked at him as well, her breath hot against his face, and the faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with Xie Lang's unique fragrance.

When a person is trapped in a small area, he will unconsciously feel panicked. The pressure from Xie Lang made him feel helpless.

My heart pounded as I stared intently at that fierce-looking face.

A sharp, burning gaze lingered on him.

They look like they're destined for bad things.

Before he knew it, Xie Lang had already raised his hand to encircle his waist, caressing and measuring him.

Wu Tongxue felt itchy, but Xie Lang acted as if nothing was wrong, as if he wasn't the one being indecent.

"Let go." The clear, low voice carried no threat.

Xie Lang leaned closer, tilted his ear slightly, and his lips almost brushed against Wu Tongxue's cheek as he asked in a low voice, "I didn't hear you clearly, could you say it again, teacher?"

He gripped his waist tightly with his large hand, and with a forceful pull, pressed the man into his arms, a smirk playing on his lips.

Wu Tongxue turned her head away, lowered her eyes slightly, and called out again, "Xie Lang."

Xie Lang's heartstrings were gently tugged.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread from my heart to every part of my body, and my breathing became heavier.

He thought indifferently that he was hopeless.

“Good students should be rewarded,” he muttered to himself.

Burying my head on her shoulders and neck, I greedily inhaled the fragrance I had been longing for day and night.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Wu Tongxue reached out and tugged at his hair. It didn't hurt. Xie Lang heard a commanding voice: "Raise your head."

The body has already moved subconsciously.

Their gazes met, a silent, ambiguous atmosphere spreading between them.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together, and the direct physical contact was the most obvious. Cool fingertips landed in front of Xie Lang and slowly moved upward.

Xie Lang's Adam's apple bobbed, his intense, fervent gaze unwavering.

The line glides down from the cool, gentle eyes to the bridge of the nose, and continues down, finally settling on the dry, pink lips.

If you listen carefully, you can hear Xie Lang's heart pounding like a heavy drum. Wu Tongxue calmed down and casually glanced at Xie Lang with a light gaze.

Xie Lang instinctively lowered his head and offered his neck, the warm and delicate fingers gently resting on it, this feeling...

Xie Lang's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, Wu Tongxue tightened her grip on his long, slender fingers and stared at him with a cold, clear gaze. Xie Lang seemed like a toy to be kneaded at will in her hands.

"A reward?" Wu Tongxue's lips parted, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Xie Lang was captivated by her clear and bright eyes, while his left hand still held her firmly in a possessive embrace.

"Only obedient good students get rewards."

Xie Lang asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Then am I?"

Despite asking those questions, his aggression remained undiminished; he was determined to get something out of them before letting them go tonight.

"What reward do you want?" Wu Tongxue remained calm and composed, transforming back into the professor who appeared aloof but was actually gentle.

Xie Lang's eyes lit up.

Wu Tongxue then softly uttered a few words, "Holding your hand, kissing you, or sleeping with you?"

The person, pushing their luck, couldn't hide their smile and asked, "Can I have all of it?"

Wu Tongxue calmly retorted, "What do you think?"

I waited with great interest for his answer.

Xie Lang was thinking.

The hand that was on Xie Lang's neck moved down and grabbed Xie Lang's shirt. The folds of the shirt appeared in his hand, which forced the two of them to look at each other at the same level.

They should be rewarded; research shows that holding it in for too long can lead to abnormal behavior.

Wu Tongxue's gaze remained fixed on Xie Lang's face as she watched his expressions change.

"Your reward."

A light kiss landed, their lips met, and they felt each other's warmth.

Wu Tongxue lowered her long eyelashes slightly and quickly withdrew.

Having tasted a bit of sweetness, Xie Lang was not about to let it go easily. He quickly chased after her and fiercely seized that soft, warm touch.

"Not enough..." The words escaped from between their lips, sticky and indistinct.

The bookshelf swayed slightly, accompanied by a faint, ambiguous sound of water stains, and the heat gradually increased.