Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Mo Xin's heart was pounding, but it was instantly frozen by a biting gust of cold wind.

He watched Yin Youci walk towards him step by step, his eyes blazing with anger. Strangely, Mo Xin felt no fear.

He felt he must have lost his mind, for he had an urge not to let go.

His last shred of rationality compelled him to speak, "Senior, you've had too much to drink."

Mo Xin pursed her lips. "I was just passing by when I overheard people talking about my senior behind his back, saying..."

Wu Tongxue was already drunk. At this moment, she leaned gently against Mo Xin, her eyes half-closed and her breathing very soft, as if she were asleep.

A soft breath brushed against his cheek, and Mo Xin felt his heart pounding uncontrollably once again. The weight on his body was light, yet he couldn't move an inch, and the hand supporting his senior couldn't move an inch either.

Those weren't kind words, and even if his senior might not hear them now, he didn't want to say them again.

Yin Youci's eyes sharpened, her usually slightly upturned lips tightened completely, and anger flared in her eyes, only to vanish in an instant with a deep calm.

When he was with Wu Tongxue, he was gentle, saying, "Husband, I'll take you home."

He easily pulled Wu Tongxue away from Mo Xin and held her in his arms. Her body was soft and limp, and she nestled obediently on his shoulder.

My heart instantly softened like a pool of water.

The person was already asleep, and Yin Youci felt both amused and heartbroken.

He picked her up horizontally, glanced at Mo Xin, and left.

A cool night breeze blew as Mo Xin stood there, gazing into the distance, her fingers twitching, her eyes revealing a complex and unreadable emotion.

Once in the car, Wu Tongxue woke up groggily, feeling uncomfortable due to the fever, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Yin Youci was holding the person the whole time, and he noticed her every move.

Wu Tongxue hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck to cool him down.

He mumbled something under his breath, "I'm hot."

Her long eyelashes fluttered and trembled, her eyes brimming with tears.

The burning flame in Yin Youci's heart was extinguished by the tears that were about to fall, and she stiffened her body to help the person take off their suit jacket.

Wu Tongxue still felt hot.

Yin Youci's heart skipped a beat; she was being tested with this...

His Adam's apple bobbed as he grabbed the hand that was about to move, stopping Wu Tongxue's movement. His voice was low and hoarse, "This won't do."

You can't take off your shirt!

Wu Tongxue pursed her lips, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked at him. Tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls.

She was filled with resentment at being bullied.

The driver in the front seat had already quietly raised the partition and was driving attentively.

Yin Youci remained silent... Gently, very gently, she released her grip on his hand.

The rain suddenly stopped and the sky cleared.

After crying enough, Wu Tongxue was tired and stopped moving around.

Yin Youci turned to look out of the car, her muscles tense.

Wu Tongxue calmed down, quietly holding him and closing her eyes to sleep, being extremely well-behaved.

He seems very well-behaved, but I just hold him tightly and won't let go, treating him like a magic weapon to cool him down.

Wu Tongxue's embrace felt awkward, and Yin Youci tried to loosen his grip, but as soon as she moved, he woke up and burst into tears, soaking his clothes.

She was crying so hard her eyes were streaked with tears; who could bear to see her like that?

He cries if you don't let him hold him, and he cries even if you just move his hand away.

Yin Youci, who had become a wooden stake, was tormented to the point of exhaustion, her face dark with anger, looking like a door god.

But Wu Tongxue was still not satisfied. She touched his face and said, "You've gotten hot too."

As she spoke, tears began to fall again, and she struggled to leave.

Yin Youci's temples throbbed. "Don't move," she said, using a clever trick to pull him into her arms.

Why did he just do that?

Wu Tongxue stopped making a fuss and looked at him obediently, her eyes blinking with concern.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then hissed.

Yin Youci gasped, gritting her teeth, "What are you doing?"

Yin Youci's lips were suddenly touched, and she began to sweat on her back.

Wu Tongxue replied obediently, "You're also very hot. Do you want to take some medicine?"

Yin Youci: "..." Why is it his turn to take medicine?

Fragments of memories flashed through her mind, and Wu Tongxue changed her mind again, breaking free from Yin Youci's embrace to sit on her own.

Yin Youci had no choice but to stop him from letting him go, and he started wiping away tears again.

This is my own wife!

Wu Tongxue turned her back to him and sobbed softly, sulking and crying at the same time.

Yin Youci took a deep breath and tried to comfort her, "What's wrong?"

Wu Tongxue continued to cry, "You asked me to dress you, cook for you, and water your flowers, and you still ignore me."

Her voice choked with sobs, and she cried like a pitiful, unloved little cabbage.

Yin Youci felt a lump in her throat, neither able to breathe nor able to calm down. Wasn't it him who did all the dressing, cooking, and watering the flowers?

"You don't like me, but you still won't have my baby."

"You're still out there having affairs, and lots of people are bullying me."

He's so virtuous, how come she still doesn't like him? I want to cry.

Faced with the drunkard, Yin Youci had no way to defend herself.

Hearing that someone had bullied him, he felt extremely distressed and his Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "I'm sorry."

In a solemn tone, he said, "I won't let anyone bully you again."

Wu Tongxue said in a resentful tone, "You said the same thing last time."

Last time?

What, last time?

Yin Youci was really afraid he would cry himself to death, "I promise."

"Oh." Wu Tongxue ignored him and leaned against the car window to look outside.

She finally stopped crying.

Yin Youci's lips twitched slightly. She rubbed her temples in exasperation and changed her posture.

After finally getting home and taking her back to her bedroom, Yin Youci felt another familiar headache.

"What are you going to do?"

Wu Tongxue paced back and forth in the bedroom, her steps steady, showing no signs of being drunk.

She brought out two quilts, carefully laid them on the ground, turned her head and timidly glanced at Yin Youci, then continued laying the quilts with the look of a wronged little wife.

Yin Youci turned her head and glanced outside the door. Why wasn't Li Ma's hangover soup ready yet?

He had been coaxed into buttoning his shirt before getting off the bus, and Yin Youci tucked it in neatly.

Wu Tongxue pulled out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on. She knelt on the first layer of blankets that had been laid out and leaned forward to lay out another blanket.

Wu Tongxue glanced back gently, her lips pursed, her eyelashes sweeping across her face before turning away again, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Yin Youci felt a heat on her nose, and when she touched it, she found some warm, wet blood on her hand.

He cursed under his breath, "Damn it."

She turned and strode towards the bathroom, unaware of the increasingly resentful expression on her face behind her.

Bell: [Master?]

"One day he will understand that I am the best for him." Wu Tongxue continued to make the bed with a cold face.

Ling understood and chuckled softly. This was because she had watched too many short dramas and was seeing herself as one of the characters.

He understands.

Wu Tongxue's expression softened slightly.