Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Qingyu was speechless. Indeed, it had been in a state of stagnation ever since it came to this world, and it had taken the mission of this world lightly.

Furthermore, because its host was brought over from above, it assumed the young lady was just there to experience life and trusted that those above would do everything in their power to protect the host's life. Therefore, it didn't care much about whether the mission was completed or not. It forgot that this was a small world, where no one could guarantee there wouldn't be any accidents. The host had protection, but what about it? Having failed its mission, exhausted its energy, and with no points left, what fate awaited it? Destruction? Or a return to chaos?

In fact, it simply doesn't have the capital to fail.

【Host, I'm sorry, I—】Qingyu was ashamed, and besides apologizing, it didn't know what to say.

【Na Qingyu, let's work hard together from now on】Song Qingyin's voice was gentle, as if she were forgiving a child who had made a mistake, and that was indeed the case.

"Yes, I will definitely do my best to help the host," Qingyu said firmly, as if she had made a decision.

【Little Qingyu, please guide me from now on】

Having resolved the issue with Qingyu, a smile flashed in Song Qingyin's eyes.

During dinner, the elders toasted each other, reminiscing about the glorious past. Song Qingyin quietly took a bottle of plum wine and slipped out to the balcony.

There was nothing she could do; her mother kept a close eye on her and wouldn't let her drink too much. But Song Qingyin loved wine, and hadn't had a chance to drink any since coming to this world. It was fine if she didn't touch it, but as soon as she did, her cravings would kick in.

Moreover, plum wine is a fruit wine with a low alcohol content, and its sweet and sour taste is more like a beverage, which made Song Qingyin unable to stop herself from drinking it.

I lay lazily in the wicker chair, sipping my drink idly, watching the lights of countless homes outside the window—it was truly delightful.

When Chu Hanxi arrived, the bottle of plum wine was already more than half empty. He was both amused and exasperated; how could he not know she was a little drunkard?

"Ayin, are you... are you drunk?" Chu Hanqi's tone was somewhat uncertain, after all, apart from her slightly dazed eyes, the person in front of her didn't even blush.

"Huh?" Song Qingyin looked up blankly, as if she hadn't heard what was said.

Well, it seems he's drunk; his reactions have become much slower.

"Get up, go home and sleep." Seeing the person in front of him nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, he had no choice but to reach out and pull him up.

"Hmm~, let's go home," Song Qingyin tilted her head and repeated in a soft voice, sounding incredibly obedient.

"Uncle and Aunt, Ayin is drunk. Why don't I take her home first?" Chu Hanqi supported Song Qingyin's shoulder, helping her to stand lean against him.

"Ah, Yinyin is drunk, then we—" Before Song's father could finish speaking, Song's mother held him down firmly, and then said to Chu Hanxi with a smile.

"Hanxi, could you please help take Yinyin home? She's been very well-behaved when she's drunk. We'd like to talk to your parents a bit more."

As she spoke, she handed the key directly to Chu Hanxi, as if afraid that he would refuse.

"Okay," Chu Hanxi nodded, without giving it much thought.

[Well done!] Song Qingyin couldn't help but give her mother a thumbs up in her mind.

"Host, you're not drunk?" Qingyu asked, somewhat surprised.

[I'm drunk, how should I arrange the rest of the scenes?]

What comes next?

Just you wait and see.

Avoiding the elders' gaze, Chu Hanxi looked at the person leaning against her, who seemed boneless, swaying precariously if she relaxed her grip even slightly. She had no choice but to pull the person into her arms and lift them up in her arms.

The woman seemed to feel a little more comfortable. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and tightened her grip slightly, finding a comfortable spot to rub against him. Then she leaned against the man's shoulder and neck, her warm breath hitting his bare skin and raising a few goosebumps.

Chu Hanqi's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, exuding a strange sensuality. He had never been so close to a woman before, but he didn't dislike it.

After calming himself down and taking a deep breath, he finally sent the person back.

He skillfully escorted the person back to their room, gently placed them on the bed, covered them with a blanket, and then prepared to leave.

"Snapped--"

As he turned around, something fell to the ground. He instinctively looked at Song Qingyin, and seeing that she was still asleep, he carefully picked up the object.

It was a diary, quite thick, with some pages curled up, yet it was carefully opened, showing how much its owner cherished it.

He hadn't originally intended to open it, as he didn't have a habit of invading other people's privacy. However, the notebook was bulging, probably because a pen was tucked inside, and faint writing was visible, like a Pandora's box tempting him to open it; once opened, everything would change.

Chu Hanxi remained silent for a long time before reaching out to open the diary and flipping directly to the page where the pen was clipped—

By the light of the bedside lamp, he could make out the words on it. Judging from the date, it must have been written in the last two days. There was nothing else, just three characters.

"Chu Hanxi—" He wrote over and over again, filling the entire page. The handwriting was messy and forceful, with some characters even bleeding through the back of the paper, showing how agitated the person who wrote them was.

Chu Hanqi flipped through the pages of her diary. She didn't write in it every day, and there was no regularity to it. Sometimes she wrote every day for several days in a row, and sometimes she wouldn't write a single entry for ten days or half a month. But every single entry was related to one person—

"Chu Hanxi got first place again today. Next time, I'll definitely surpass him."

"Chu Hanxi is such a waste of his handsome face; he always has a cold expression on his face, like a little old man."

"I went to Chu Hanqi's house for dinner today. His mother's cooking was really good. I accidentally ate too much and Chu Hanqi even teased me about it. That person is so annoying."

The notes were childish, and he didn't remember many of the things recorded. But through these handwritings, it was as if you could see a little girl writing each stroke carefully.

"...I've been paying more and more attention to Chu Hanxi lately."

"Every time I get close to Chu Hanxi, my heart races. What's wrong with me...?"

"I can't help but care about any little thing that happens to Chu Hanqi..."

"I started subconsciously imitating Hanxi's actions, hoping that this would allow me to get closer to him." There were marks on the notebook.

"My deskmate said she has someone she likes. I asked her what it's like to like someone, and she told me that you can't help but pay attention to the person you like. If they're happy, I'm happy... How come she's so similar to me? So, what am I...?"

"Hanqi, Hanqi, Hanqi..."

"We can't let him know, otherwise..."

We got into the same university.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, but we still hear about his recent situation from our classmates. Sure enough, he is the most dazzling presence no matter where he is."

"I heard someone's pursuing him. That's brave, unlike me..."

"It's been three months and that person hasn't given up yet, so will he agree?"

……

Every word and phrase witnessed the girl's growth and her unrequited love.