Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Ding-dong, ding-dong—" After exchanging information with Qingyu, Song Qingyin, who was just about to rest, heard the doorbell ring. She rubbed her temples wearily and went to open the door in her slippers.

"I'm coming"

She opened the door and looked at the young man standing outside, feeling slightly surprised.

[Target: Chu Hanxi]

[Strategy Mission: Gain Chu Hanqi's Trust]

At the same time, Qingyu's voice rang out.

Chu Hanxi wore a black silk shirt, the fabric smooth and delicate, radiating a subtle sheen. The top button was casually undone, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone, exuding a restrained, almost ascetic air. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her strong forearms. She paired it with black suit trousers, which accentuated her tall and slender figure.

His short, wispy hair fell across his forehead, his face was aloof, and his features were exquisite, each one seemingly meticulously crafted, a testament to heaven's favor. His pupils were a deep color, and when his profound eyes gazed at you, it felt as if they could see right through you. His lips were very pale, easily giving the illusion of innocence.

[Ahhhhhh!!! He's absolutely the epitome of the abstinent type!] Song Qingyin stared at the man in front of her, her eyes burning with desire, and screamed deep within her consciousness.

Oh my god, this perfectly touched my heart!

I suddenly understand the original owner of this body; it's hard not to like someone like that.

I really want to break down his aloof and ascetic aura; he must be so easy to 'bully'.

【…】

【Host!!!】Qingyu gritted her teeth deep within her consciousness; if she had a physical form, she would probably jump up.

Thankfully, there was empathy; otherwise, the host would probably have been expelled from the small world in no time.

Qingyu couldn't help but feel fortunate once again.

"Hmm? Ah... Yin?" The tone was cool, tinged with a hint of doubt. It was a perfectly normal question, but Song Qingyin felt she could detect a touch of tenderness and romance in it.

[...and her voice is beautiful too.]

"Hanxi, what brings you here?" Song Qingyin, snapping out of her daze, couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Your aunt said you had a fever and were home alone, so I came to check on you." Chu Hanqi looked at the person in front of her who had just been clearly in a daze, lowered her eyes slightly, and concealed the complexity in her eyes.

"Come in and sit down. My mom just likes to make a fuss. It's nothing serious, she'll be fine after taking some medicine," Song Qingyin said with a slight smile as she led the person into her home.

Let me get you some water.

"No need, I just came to invite you to my house for dinner. My mom has already cooked." Chu Hanqi's voice was indifferent, revealing no emotion, as if she had already anticipated her refusal. She added, "This was my aunt's request; she's very worried about you."

"Uh, then I'll go change my clothes. You can sit for a while." Song Qingyin paused for a moment.

"Mmm," Chu Hanqi responded softly.

The Song family and the Chu family had a good relationship; it was always a routine of one helping the other look after their daughter for a couple of days, and the other helping them look after their son for a few days. So it wasn't surprising that Song's mother was making such a request.

In fact, the original owner and Chu Hanqi had a very good relationship when they were young, and their friendship even extended from kindergarten to university. However, perhaps as the original owner became more aware of her feelings for Chu Hanqi, she consciously distanced herself from him. Although their relationship was no longer as close, she still followed in his footsteps, attending the same high school and the same university.

Just a few words exchanged upon meeting caused the original owner's heart to flutter, and even her palms became slightly sweaty.

When she came out again, Song Qingyin had changed into a sky-blue long dress, which made her skin look even whiter and made her appear even more gentle and graceful.

"Drink your medicine first." Chu Hanqi was momentarily stunned when he saw Song Qingyin like this, but he quickly regained his composure, and no one noticed.

"Oh," he obediently replied as the pills were handed to him.

As I drank, I kept thinking about that glimpse I'd just caught: fair skin, long, slender fingers—if she were a hand model, she'd be a godsend for hand fetishists.

As expected, the Creator is biased, but Chu Hanqi really is perfect in every way.

"What are you thinking about"

It's such a shame he didn't become a star.

A soft chuckle brought Song Qingyin back to her senses, which had been wandering further and further away. She realized that she had just blurted out what was on her mind, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed (′Д`).

Sure enough, the habit of losing all intelligence when encountering a beautiful woman is probably hard to break.

Suddenly, the cool touch on my forehead completely pulled me back from my dazed state.

"You still have a fever, so the medicine won't work so quickly. After you finish eating, take a good nap, and the fever should be gone by the time you wake up." Chu Hanqi casually withdrew his hand, though the warmth on his hand made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

Song Qingyin was also taken aback, not expecting him to take her temperature.

"Oh, okay." As Song Qingyin picked up her keys and turned to leave, she naturally missed the fleeting smile in Chu Hanqi's eyes.

*

"Auntie~" As soon as she entered the Chu family home, seeing Chu's mother busy at work, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She quickly composed herself and called out sweetly.

Unlike Song's mother's gentle nature, Chu's mother was a typical strong woman, decisive and efficient in her work, but also willing to cook and care for her family at home. The Chu couple were very loving, and because they had no daughters of their own, they treated the original owner of this body like their own daughter, preparing a portion of whatever Chu Hanqi had for the original owner as well.

Therefore, in the original story, the original owner found it so difficult to accept Chu Hanqi's death, partly because of Chu Hanqi herself, and partly because of her parents, who treated her like their own daughter, and couldn't bear to see their child die. Moreover, Chu Hanqi's death was sudden and suspicious. Thinking of this, Song Qingyin lowered her eyelids slightly, concealing a fleeting cold glint in her eyes.

"Oh dear, Yinyin, you didn't even say you were sick. If your mother hadn't called, worried about you and asked me to go check on you, I wouldn't have known," Chu's mother said quickly, pulling Song Qingyin over and pressing her down on the sofa. "Sit down, dinner will be ready soon."

"Hanxi, go bring the dishes out. Your dad won't be back for lunch, so we'll eat by ourselves."

"I understand," Chu Hanqi replied, then turned and went about her business, not caring at all about her mother's differential treatment.

"Auntie, let me go too." Feeling it wasn't right to just sit and watch others work, Song Qingyin was about to get up to lend a hand when Chu's mother quickly pressed her back down.

"You sit down and serve the dishes. It won't tire him out. But you've lost weight. Eat more later and see if your aunt's cooking skills have deteriorated," Chu's mother said reproachfully.

Chu's mother was very thoughtful, preparing only light food, and in case Song Qingyin had no appetite, she specially prepared a lot of side dishes.

During the meal, Song Qingyin fully felt the warmth of Chu's mother, as her bowl was never short of food, while Chu Hanqi was completely ignored.

Song Qingyin ate very seriously. She had an inexplicable obsession with and appreciation for food. Her cheeks were bulging, like a hamster eating its fill, which attracted Chu's mother to feed her even more enthusiastically.

"Alright, if you're full, stop eating." Seeing Song Qingyin's expression of being too full to eat anymore, Chu Hanqi could only helplessly speak up to stop her mother, who was still not satisfied, for fear that she might overeat and cause her illness.

"Phew~" Hearing Chu Hanxi's voice, Song Qingyin let out a small breath and gave Chu Hanxi a grateful look.

It's really hard to refuse someone's genuine kindness.