Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"scold."

Ji Yubai felt as if he had finally found a way to vent his emotions.

Those emotions that had been deeply suppressed, carefully buried, painfully endured, and struggled with countless times, were all released at this moment, like a flood bursting its banks.

He and Song Qingyin were entangled tightly, and the air around them seemed to be ignited by their intense emotions.

Ji Yubai spoke in a low, husky voice, his usually clear voice now tinged with an unspeakable desire. He lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "Keep cursing, I'm listening."

Ji Yubai's kiss was urgent and fierce, filled with reckless madness and suppressed sorrow. His crisp breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, enveloped Song Qingyin completely, making it almost impossible for her to resist.

She tried desperately to clear her mind, organizing all the insults and curses she knew to hurl at this person. Whenever she got the chance, she would hit, scratch, and kick him.

However, her strength was too weak; compared to Ji Yubai's strength, she could hardly budge him. In the midst of their struggle, Song Qingyin bit down on Ji Yubai's shoulder.

The stinging pain made him frown for a moment, but it didn't stop his attack.

She caused him pain, and he filled that pain with desire.

The process of him satisfying himself brought Song Qingyin an uncontrollable, overwhelming pleasure.

Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar surroundings, Song Qingyin felt a surge of fear and resistance. She finally lost control and burst into tears.

The soft, delicate sobs, like a kitten's, froze Ji Yubai in place, instantly dispelling most of his drunkenness.

Hearing Song Qingyin's cries, a wave of despair and confusion washed over him. He felt as if he were walking on a dead end with no way forward.

Song Qingyin sobbed softly in his arms, and Ji Yubai looked down at her.

Every tear she shed was like a blade, scraping at his heart.

Thinking about the awful things he had done, he raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.

"belch--"

The loud sound startled Song Qingyin, who then hiccuped.

Her eyes were red from crying, and the tip of her nose was red. She looked up at Ji Yubai with teary eyes.

"Ayin, I'm sorry."

Ji Yubai wiped away her tears with trembling fingertips, his heart filled with regret and pain that almost overwhelmed him.

"How could you bully me like this..." Song Qingyin cried out, "Ji Yubai... how could you bully me like this..."

"You're being so disrespectful..."

Ji Yubai listened to her accusations in silence. After a long while, he raised his hand and patted her back gently, then lowered his head and kissed the top of her head lightly.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." He pulled her into his arms. "I won't touch you anymore, don't be afraid of me, okay?"

His voice trembled, filled with pleading.

"How...how could you...treat me like this..." Song Qingyin sobbed uncontrollably, heartbroken.

Ji Yubai remained silent, holding her as her tears soaked his clothes. He listened to her sobs for a long time before finally speaking, "Ayin, do you really not understand?"

Song Qingyin paused in her sobs, then heard Ji Yubai slowly say, "I like you. I think I liked you from the very first moment I saw you."

“You are Song Zifei’s sister. I thought I treated you like a sister too, but later I found out that I didn’t.”

"I want to see you, I want to make you happy, I want to give you the best of everything..."

"I've never liked anyone before, so I clumsily tried to please you. In the days when I couldn't see you, I struggled and retreated, but in the longing and love for you that grew wildly, I compromised step by step."

"Today, I saw Cheng Ye hug you, that's why I lost control."

“I’m not that generous. I get sad, jealous, and angry. I don’t like it when there are other men around you, and I don’t like it when you smile at everyone. It makes me feel like I’m just like everyone else.”

"I'm greedy; I want to be unique to you."

"So, I always wanted to do something to prove that you care about me too, just like I do. But I ended up choosing such a childish method, to bully you..."

Ji Yubai closed his eyes, looking somewhat pained. "Ayin, I didn't want this either."

"I don't want to be so embarrassed, I don't want to be so despicable, I don't want to become like this."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

Song Qingyin didn't speak. She heard Ji Yubai's hoarse voice, which seemed to indicate that he had also been crying, but he didn't want her to see him like this.

He held her like a drowning person clinging to the last piece of driftwood.

After my emotions calmed down and my fear subsided, a sudden pang of heartache welled up inside me.

Because of her, even the most unrestrained person began to feel fear and loss.

“I made things clear with Cheng Ye today,” Song Qingyin suddenly said. “I don’t like him. Today’s hug was just a hug between ordinary friends, nothing more.”

"Is it...is it...can't friends even hug?"

She tugged at Ji Yubai's clothes, wiped away her tears, and said aggrievedly, "You didn't even ask me anything before treating me like that, it scared me."

"So...do you like me? Even just a little bit?"

Song Qingyin's explanation made him overjoyed. He carefully held her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and nervously swallowed.

He awaited her answer, yet he also feared it.

"If I didn't like you, and someone else treated me like this, I would have had my brother beat them up long ago."

Song Qingyin lowered her head shyly, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes. She twitched her nose and said, "You never ask me anything, and you always like to tease me."

The more Song Qingyin talked, the more aggrieved she felt.

She pursed her lips, looked at Ji Yubai, but was momentarily speechless at his current appearance.

Ji Yubai's appearance at this moment was far from presentable; her collar was crumpled from being pulled, and there were two red marks on her neck.

In comparison, hers was much better. Even during the struggle, he carefully protected her.

"Ayin—" Ji Yubai's throat moved, his eyes slightly hot, and his voice began to choke as she spoke.

"……Thank you."

He excitedly hugged the person, his heart overflowing with indescribable joy.

"Does it hurt here...?" Song Qingyin smiled and tilted her head back in his arms, carefully touching the spot where she had scratched him and the red finger marks on his face.

"Why did you hit him so hard?" She looked at the red marks on his face with heartache and breathed softly.

"It doesn't hurt." Ji Yubai smiled, his gaze slowly tracing her features, feeling he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

"It's your own fault for being in pain," Song Qingyin muttered softly, reaching out to support Ji Yubai's strong waist, her face full of smiles.

"So... are we dating now? Girlfriend?"

He asked hesitantly, his voice filled with hope.

"Mmm, boyfriend," Song Qingyin whispered, then buried her head in his chest to hide her shyness.