Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Seeing Song Qingyin's weak defense, Ji Ying felt a secret sense of pleasure.

She was always the center of attention, and she could get whatever she wanted. Even Chu Hanqi, she believed, was someone she could overcome, no matter how difficult it might be. She basked in the envious glances of others. However, her life, which had always been smooth sailing, began to falter after meeting Song Qingyin.

Wherever she was, she made Chu Hanqi look like a clown. Although Chu Hanqi was initially impatient with her, his attitude gradually softened. But for some reason, he suddenly grew increasingly disgusted with her. And all of this happened after Song Qingyin and Chu Hanqi became closer and closer.

"Enough!" Chu Hanqi's face darkened. He glanced at Song Qingyin worriedly, grabbed her wrist with one hand to shield her behind him, and snatched the diary with the other. "I know she likes me, and I know she's paying attention to me. I allowed all of this."

“We grew up together and are in love. What does this have to do with you? And what right do you have to criticize Ayin? In my opinion, you are the one who is shameful and has a dirty mind.”

You are not worthy of being compared to A-Yin. I don't care how you got this, Ji Ying, I'll say it once, don't bother A-Yin again, otherwise—" Chu Hanxi didn't finish her sentence, but the ruthlessness in her eyes made Ji Ying involuntarily take a step back.

Ignoring Ji Ying, Chu Hanqi held her protectively in his arms. He didn't plan to take the school bus back to school, so he called a car and drove her away.

"Let's disperse, everyone, let's go!" Upon receiving the instruction, the chubby boy quickly pulled his other roommates together to disperse the crowd of onlookers.

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"A-Yin," Chu Hanqi called Song Qingyin softly over and over again, her tone gentle.

【Little Qingyu~, how was my acting?】Song Qingyin couldn't help but feel smug in her heart.

Qingyu: [Host is amazing!]

Suddenly realizing she was in the Chu family home, Song Qingyin understood that her parents were not home.

"You don't seem to be in a good state, and I don't have a key to your house, so I'll take you to my place first. My parents are away on a business trip and aren't home," Chu Hanxi explained.

"Hanxi, I..." As soon as she opened her mouth, Song Qingyin realized that her voice was already hoarse and barely audible. She lowered her head, still not daring to look at Chu Hanxi's expression.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. What could he say? That she didn't like him, or that everything Ji Ying said was wrong?

Song Qingyin smiled bitterly, her expression blank.

"…sorry"

"Ayin, you did nothing wrong, and you don't need to apologize." Chu Hanqi poured a glass of warm water and placed it in Song Qingyin's palm, but did not let go. Instead, he wrapped her hands in his hands and applied slight pressure, as if to give her strength.

He knelt down in front of her so that she could look directly into his eyes, which were no longer indifferent but filled with joy and affection.

“Ayin, I’m so glad, so glad you like me, so glad I’ve always been your unwavering choice.” Her voice was firm and strong.

"Ayin, I like you too, I like you a lot. Shall we be together, hmm?" His deliberately lowered voice sounded even more magnetic. His deep voice carried a seductive undertone.

【Ahhh, my ears are pregnant!!!】Song Qingyin screamed inwardly, but on the surface she still looked uneasy.

Qingyu: [...]

My host is probably a schizophrenic!!!

"Really? But I... I'm not good enough for Hanxi." Song Qingyin's eyes lit up for a moment, but then gradually dimmed. Because she cared too much, she became increasingly self-conscious.

"Ayin, look at me," Chu Hanxi's voice seemed to have a magical power, unconsciously enticing people to obey his orders. "You are very good, so good that I can't help but want to keep you to myself. So, Ayin will agree to be with me, right?"

Looking into Chu Hanxi's eyes, which were clear and bright, reflecting her own image, Song Qingyin, as if bewitched, nodded and said, "Okay."

When Song Qingyin turned around, her eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks flushed, and her watery eyes looked like those of a startled rabbit.

"Hey, girlfriend, please take care of me from now on," Chu Hanqi said, his eyes slightly narrowed and a smile playing on his lips. He then handed the diary to Song Qingyin.

"You must keep this safe; no one but me can see it."

"Hanxi, how did you know—" Song Qingyin hesitated, genuinely curious. He didn't seem surprised at all.

"I confess to you, I read your diary without your permission. You were drunk that day, and I accidentally saw it when I took you home," Chu Hanqi explained.

"Hmm?" Song Qingyin was slightly taken aback. So he knew so early on. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I was planning to tell you after the competition. Do you remember the reward I asked you to give me?" Chu Hanxi stood up, sat down next to Song Qingyin, wrapped her arms around her, and rested her head on her shoulder.

What a joke! Now that we finally have a legitimate status, we naturally want to get closer to each other.

"Even if nothing had happened today, I was prepared to confess my feelings to you after the competition. Thank you for waiting for me, for letting me see my own heart clearly." Chu Hanqi's tone was solemn, and his warm breath tickled Song Qingyin's neck, making her involuntarily shrink back.

At first, the close proximity made Song Qingyin stiffen for a moment, but she gradually softened under Chu Hanqi's gentle touch.

After Song Qingyin replaced the original owner, she became the real Song Qingyin, so she was able to understand the original owner's emotions the most.

The person she had liked for so many years suddenly confessed their feelings to her, which made her feel a little unreal.

"Is this true?" Song Qingyin turned her head and couldn't help but reach out and touch Chu Hanxi's face.

Chu Hanxi chuckled softly, saying nothing, but simply placed her hand on his left chest. Through the thin fabric, she could feel his slightly rapid heartbeat, steady and strong.

The two drew closer and closer until a warm touch came from their lips. It was as if countless fireworks exploded in her brain. Her eyes widened, her body stiffened, and Song Qingyin clearly did not realize what was happening.

"Be good, close your eyes," a low, husky voice whispered in her ear, and Song Qingyin instinctively closed her eyes. Even without seeing, her sense of touch became even more acute.

The hand on her waist tightened slightly, and the friction between their lips and teeth became increasingly clear. Song Qingyin tilted her head back, passively enduring Chu Hanqi's assault, responding unconsciously.

"Does it feel real now?" The two pressed their foreheads together. Chu Hanqi's hoarse voice contained a smile as he looked at Song Qingyin, who was panting heavily, and a glint of desire flashed in his eyes.

"Mmm," Song Qingyin couldn't help but blush. She simply buried her face in Chu Hanqi's arms.