Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin felt as if she had been thrown into a giant steamer, with heat emanating from her inside out, threatening to melt her.

Every inch of blood in my body is boiling, clamoring to break free from the constraints of my blood vessels.

She felt so bad she wanted to cry, but even her tears were scalding hot.

Her consciousness felt like it had been torn into countless fragments, floating in a chaotic mist. She couldn't grasp it, nor could she piece it back together.

In her blur, she seemed to see a piece of driftwood, a cold and hard piece of driftwood.

Without thinking, she lunged forward with all her might and clung to him tightly.

"Ice...so refreshing..."

She murmured unconsciously, like a cat that had found a shady spot, pressing her cheek against the piece of driftwood, greedily absorbing the coolness.

The "driftwood" was hard, and it hurt her a little, but the cool touch made her feel so comfortable that she wanted to sigh.

She couldn't help but rub against him, wanting to get even closer.

The "drift log" seemed to move slightly and made some indistinct sounds, as if it were warning her something.

But she couldn't hear clearly, nor did she want to hear.

The fire within her burned ever brighter, and that bit of coolness was simply not enough. She needed more, much more…

Song Qingyin's unconscious actions were nothing short of the most terrifying torture for Shen Shi'an, who was also under the influence of the drug at the moment.

He groaned, feeling a surge of heat rush to his head, and everything before his eyes began to blur.

"do not move……"

His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, carrying a plea he himself was unaware of.

But Song Qingyin, who was in a daze, couldn't understand anything.

Unsatisfied, she became even more agitated. She grumbled in dissatisfaction and bit his collarbone lightly.

"hiss--"

The sharp pain jolted Shen Shi'an awake for a moment.

He bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain allowed him to regain a semblance of control over his body.

It can't go on like this!

He used all his strength to try to push the person in his arms away.

But as soon as his hand touched her shoulder, Song Qingyin let out a sob that sounded like crying, and hugged him even tighter.

"No...don't push me away..."

She looked up at him, her eyes, moistened by tears, filled with innocence and dependence.

Shen Shi'an's heart clenched painfully.

He never knew that someone could look at him like that.

It is devoid of any reverence or admiration, but is purely and unguardedly dependent.

His attempt to push her away froze in mid-air.

Song Qingyin, however, assumed that he had tacitly agreed because of his pause.

She tiptoed, clumsily searching for his lips.

The warm, soft touch first landed on his chin, then on his cheek, and finally pressed against his lips.

In that instant, Shen Shi'an felt a "boom" in his mind, and all his thoughts and struggles vanished in an instant.

He could no longer think.

At this moment, the dam of reason completely collapsed.

He followed his body's most primal instincts, taking the initiative and holding the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise several times over at that moment.

Both were like travelers who had been parched for a long time and had finally found rain. They frantically demanded from each other, drawing on the sweet spring that could relieve their own burning desire.

Away from that comforting atmosphere, Song Qingyin began to whine and sob, constantly complaining about the heat and discomfort.

The sound was like tiny needles pricking Shen Shi'an's heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the surging emotions within him, coaxing her in a hoarse, low voice.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Be good, it will be fine soon."

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying a strange, soothing power.

But Song Qingyin, who was not finding relief and was only getting more and more upset, didn't care about anything else.

All she knew was that the person in front of her possessed something she needed. And every action he took was like adding fuel to the fire, forcing Shen Shi'an to retreat step by step.

He tried to escape, but she held him tightly.

He wanted to push her away, but his heart softened again and again at her pitiful sobs.

He takes a step back, and she takes a step back.

Until a loud "bang," Shen Shi'an's back was unexpectedly slammed against the bedpost, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

Song Qingyin seemed to have lost patience with his repeated concessions.

Without regard for anything else, she used all her strength to lunge forward.

Shen Shi'an felt dizzy and was suddenly thrown onto the bed by a strong force.

The soft bed instantly engulfed the two of them.

Then, everything got out of control.

Song Qingyin clung to him like an octopus, pressing her entire body against him.

There was no longer a gap between the two.

The moment their skin touched, it was as if a parched riverbed had finally received sweet rain, and both of them let out a satisfied sigh in unison.

The intense heat that was raging through my body, almost driving me crazy, finally found an outlet at this moment.

Song Qingyin squinted comfortably, nuzzling against his neck in a daze, her warm breath spraying onto his skin, bringing waves of shivers.

She seemed to be savoring a delicious dish, sticking out her tongue to gently lick his prominent Adam's apple, occasionally grinding it lightly with her teeth.

"Um……"

At this moment, the taut rationality seemed to completely break down.

Shen Shi'an couldn't help but let out a muffled groan from deep in his throat.

He involuntarily arched his neck, exposing his most vulnerable parts to her without any defense. His long, strong fingers crumpled the sheets, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, showing the impact he was enduring.

Song Qingyin seemed to really enjoy the game, kissing his neck affectionately, moving upwards until her lips touched his cheeks.

However, the thin human skin mask gives it a rough and fake feel.

This uncomfortable feeling made Song Qingyin, who was immersed in desire, frown in dissatisfaction and let out a muffled hum.

She stopped moving, seemingly puzzled by something.

Shen Shi'an took a slight breath because of her brief pause.

He looked at the person on his body, whose face was full of confusion yet still exuded a seductive charm, and his mind was in turmoil.

He knew he should push her away.

Perhaps something could happen between them, but not in a situation where neither of them is aware of the truth. Reason and desire are like two broken strings, one sinking into despair while the other resists.

Just as he was struggling with this internal conflict, Song Qingyin seemed to have finally found the source of his discomfort.

She reached out and groped his face haphazardly, mumbling a few words under her breath.

"Removing it... is not good..."

Shen Shi'an was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was talking about the mask on her face.

He looked at her, and in those beautiful eyes, there was only pure desire and a hint of childlike confusion.

As if by some strange twist of fate, he actually raised his hand and touched behind his ear.

He hesitated the moment his fingertips touched the edge of the mask.

What does it mean to take off the mask?

This means he will be with her under his true identity as Shen Shi'an...

The thought sent a jolt through him, and his remaining rationality issued a final warning.

But at that moment, Song Qingyin leaned in again, her soft lips pressed against his ear, repeating the words over and over in a soft, tearful voice.

"It's uncomfortable... please remove it... okay..."

That warm breath, that aggrieved voice, completely shattered his last line of defense.

Whatever.

Shen Shi'an gave a bitter smile to himself.

Now that things have come to this, what's the point of discussing identities, right and wrong?

He closed his eyes, tightened his fingers slightly, and tore off a piece of skin from behind his ear.

Then, without a second thought, he tore off the human skin mask and tossed it aside.

His handsome and unparalleled face was fully revealed under the dim lamplight.

Due to the effects of the medicine, his originally cool face was now flushed with a thin layer of red, and his usually calm and deep eyes were now burning with two clusters of dark flames.

She has lost some of her aloofness and distance, and gained a more breathtaking sexiness.

The mask was removed, and the real touch of skin came through. Song Qingyin immediately rubbed her cheek with satisfaction and let out a comfortable sigh.

Her hand lingered on his face.

My fingertips traced the bridge of his high nose and outlined his thin lips.

Shen Shi'an's breathing became heavier and heavier with the movement of her fingertips.