Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Outside the door, a man in a black trench coat stood calmly, waiting quietly.

With a wicked grin, I wondered if he would be scared to tears.

If it were him, he would definitely look beautiful when he cries.

Viewers in the live stream scattered around, but quickly returned.

[So exciting! I love watching this! What will my wife do?]

【Aaaaaaah, I'm so anxious! My heart aches for my wife! Don't you guys have any conscience?!】

[I can't wait for my wife to drop her little pearls, I want to lick them! ~]

Excuse me, excuse me! You're blocking my way from seeing my wife.

The living room wasn't big, and it was only a dozen steps from the bedroom door to the main entrance, but Wu Tongxue walked extremely slowly.

He really didn't want to open the door, but he had no choice but to go.

The door was knocked once and then there was no response. The person outside seemed certain that someone was inside and waited patiently, for reasons unknown.

The door was slowly opened.

Wu Tongxue pursed her lips slightly, and quickly looked away after meeting the other person's gaze.

Why aren't you at work?

His tone was not arrogant at all; in fact, it was rather soft, which was quite pleasing.

Du Jingsheng stared at him, reached out and smoothed the hair behind his ear, his voice meaningful: "It seems my wife doesn't want me to come home."

It was bright outside, and the tall man dressed in all black exuded an imposing aura.

The door was ajar, and Wu Tongxue had one hand still on it. Even though it was unlikely that he could shut the person out, he still maintained a posture that allowed him to close the door at any time.

Although he was a little scared, he recognized that it was his "husband" who needed to be hospitalized.

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her bright, watery eyes revealed a look of sorrow. "Why did you come back? Don't you know how much money your hospital stay cost me? Do you want me to starve to death by not going to work?"

Putting everything else aside, it's a fact that this player owes him money.

Wu Tongxue became self-righteous and said, "Why don't you say anything?"

"You have the nerve to come back? Why don't you just go to work? You'll be late for work, and your boss will come and arrest you himself."

At this moment, Zong Zhenglu's existence actually came in handy.

As Du Jingsheng listened to him, his gaze lingered on his incessantly chattering lips.

Her little face was fair, soft, and tender, and looked very cute. Du Jingsheng also reached out and pinched it.

"My wife is so lovely, how could I bear to let you go hungry?" he said with a casual smile.

His careless attitude was infuriating, so Wu Tongxue slapped his hand away. The man's skin was thick and tough, and not even a red mark was left.

"What do you want to do?" Wu Tongxue glared at him, rarely getting angry.

This person is so annoying and weird.

Du Jingsheng stretched out his arm and pulled the man into his arms. He patted the man's back like he was coaxing a child, smiled, and gazed at him, slowly saying, "I wanted to come back and see my wife."

He's a fake husband. He said he came to see him, but he just wanted to bully him.

Those cunning players are so annoying.

"Wife, I want to kiss you." Du Jingsheng said with a serious expression.

"Snapped--"

Wu Tongxue coldly slapped him across the face.

After slapping others in the face so many times, it's become quite easy.

Du Jingsheng has pale skin and always wears black, giving him a dark, damp, and eerie air, as well as a dangerous aura like that of a snake. This eeriness is especially noticeable in the sunlight.

The light pink handprint stood out starkly against her pale face, and the red color seemed to be deepening.

After being slapped, Du Jingsheng didn't even turn his head. Instead, he grabbed his hand and examined it carefully. "Does your hand hurt? If you're angry, hit me with your other hand."

Wu Tongxue was taken aback. "You're sick."

After observing him for a few seconds and finding that he showed no signs of anger, and even seemed to be enjoying himself, Wu Tongxue was speechless.

Really sick.

"Wife..."

At this moment, the TV volume turned down, and Wu Tongxue quickly reached out to cover his mouth, saying in a panic, "You're so annoying, turn the volume down."

Under the other person's gaze, his eyes darted around for a moment before he slowly explained, "...It disturbed my TV."

Du Jingsheng lowered his eyes; his wife's hands were so soft.

"Hiss—" Wu Tongxue exclaimed in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

Wu Tongxue quickly withdrew her hand.

The other person's lingering gaze dampened his enthusiasm; he seemed more pleased if he were scolded.

Sure enough, he was sick.

Du Jingsheng squinted his eyes with pleasure, "Wife, give me a kiss and I'll go to work."

Wu Tongxue looked at him with suspicion.

What kind of strange illness does he have?

"Really, don't lie to you."

Wu Tongxue was half-believing and half-doubting.

"If you kiss me first, I'll leave." Du Jingsheng patted his head, but his hand moved too fast for Wu Tongxue to dodge.

He glanced inside, a rare tenderness appearing in his expression, and said meaningfully, "If we delay any longer, inside... you don't want that either..."

The atmosphere suddenly became strange, and people felt uneasy because of it.

Wu Tongxue looked embarrassed and wanted to slap him again, but she held back.

Du Jingsheng pointed to his lips, bent down, and curled his pale lips to the sides. He said, "Kiss here."

Wu Tongxue, who only wanted to give him a perfunctory kiss on the chin: He's so troublesome.

I'm so annoying.

The man's lips were pinkish-white and dry, but I didn't feel any disgust.

As if completing a task, Wu Tongxue quickly gave him a kiss and then urged him to hurry up, "Hurry up, you'll be late for work."

Wu Tongxue stared intently at him, noticing that he made no move.

Licking his lips, Du Jingsheng smiled with narrowed eyes, his expression dangerous like a venomous snake poised to strike. "Du Jingsheng, my name, my wife, you'd better remember it."

Wu Tongxue just wanted him to leave quickly, "I'll remember, I'll remember."

Ignoring the lack of sincerity and perfunctory attitude, Du Jingsheng indeed kept his promise and left.

Wu Tongxue went back inside and closed the door.

Du Jingsheng is sick.

I'll keep my distance from you in the future.

She's such a good husband; he cleans diligently when asked to do so. He's so obedient.

Feeling a strange sense of guilt, Wu Tongxue opened the bedroom door, blinked, and said inexplicably obediently, "Honey, why don't you rest for a while? Go out and get some water first."

His mission is almost over, so there's no need to keep bullying his real husband. He can just bully him occasionally.

The bedroom was spotless to the naked eye, and the ceramic ornaments given to them by Zong Zhenglu were polished until they reflected light.

Wu Tongxue puffed out her cheeks, recalling some less pleasant memories.

Put it in the storage room right away.

Being cared for by his wife made Hei Ni feel incredibly happy.

The living room and kitchen were tidied up neatly, and Wu Tongxue poured a glass of cooled boiled water that Hei Ni had prepared in advance.

He downed the black mud in one gulp, as if he were drinking some kind of nectar.

Wu Tongxue's mood inexplicably improved.

Her real husband is still the best.

"Tuk-tuk-"

Hearing the knock on the door again, Wu Tongxue's mood soured once more.

[System, who's outside?]