Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Wen Mochen didn't speak again, but he tacitly agreed with her statement.

“It’s your right to refuse me. Why should I be angry? At most, I’ll just be a little sad.”

Song Qingyin chuckled softly, and when she looked up at Wen Mochen again, her gaze gradually deepened. She leaned forward, inching closer to Wen Mochen, the intimate distance making him feel uneasy as he leaned back until his waist bumped against the armrest of the sofa.

Song Qingyin used her uninjured right hand to support herself beside Wen Mochen, blocking his path. From a distance, it looked as if she had imprisoned him in front of her, which seemed extremely ambiguous.

"You seem afraid I'll get angry?" The distance between them grew closer, and Song Qingyin was almost pressed against Wen Mochen. She enjoyed watching Wen Mochen's embarrassed state for a moment before mercifully speaking, "Or do you want me to get angry?"

"I didn't—" Wen Mochen subconsciously wanted to refute, but he was interrupted by Song Qingyin as soon as he opened his mouth.

“But no matter which one it is, it proves that you are not indifferent to me.” Song Qingyin tilted her head playfully, her long hair falling from her shoulders, the ends brushing against his chest, carrying a hint of oxygen, making him even more uncomfortable.

Song Qingyin's words also left Wen Mochen somewhat stunned. She was right. If he truly didn't care, given his usual personality, he wouldn't have taken this matter to heart at all; if he truly had no feelings for her, how could he tolerate her making a fuss around him; if he truly had no feelings for her, why would he frequently lose focus without her by his side…

His actions had already betrayed him. When she was around, his eyes would always unconsciously follow her voice. He would worry when she was hurt, and even when she was sad, he would wonder why...

He began to feel insecure about her. In less than a month, he had been so influenced by her, and the speed at which he had fallen for her startled him.

"Yes, I'm not completely indifferent to you." After a long pause, Wen Mochen admitted with some frustration, "But—" Should I believe you? Should I believe you're sincere?

"That's enough." Song Qingyin blinked, somewhat delighted. "I'll pretend I didn't hear your rejection that day. I'll wait for your reply. Your true reply."

"So—" Song Qingyin said, gently tapping his heart with her fingertip, "what's your answer here?"

The sweet fragrance lingered around his nose, and the close proximity allowed him to clearly feel the heat of her breath as it swept over him.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air between them. He felt his body heat rising and his cheeks burning. The not-so-closed environment made it difficult for him to breathe.

Her words weren't aggressive, and even her tone was extremely gentle. Yet, it was precisely this that made her seem like a bewitching enchantress, captivating hearts with every move she made.

He was unknowingly led astray by her, his psychological defenses crumbling step by step until he was completely defeated.

He closed his eyes resignedly, trying to hold onto the last shred of clarity on the platform, but her presence enveloped him completely, and his reason teetered on the brink of collapse.

"I..." He had only managed to utter one word when he realized his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

Suddenly, a cool touch traveled from his face to his brain, making him let out a comfortable sigh. Opening his eyes, he realized that Song Qingyin had placed her hand on his cheek at some point, gently stroking him. Her eyes were filled with a smile.

He inadvertently met those smiling eyes, sparkling like a galaxy. He greedily traced her features with his gaze, his eyes filled with a desire he himself was unaware of.

Song Qingyin's fingertips seemingly unintentionally brushed against his chin, tracing his Adam's apple. He felt a fire burning brighter and brighter inside him, threatening to incinerate him. He swallowed subconsciously, trying to relieve the dryness.

Little did they know that at this moment, his eyes were shimmering with red, his expression was deep and mysterious, and the slight blush on his cheeks made him look extremely delicious.

Feeling the slight vibration from her fingertips brushing against his Adam's apple, Song Qingyin's smile deepened. Her arms, which had been supporting her for so long, were starting to ache. She simply gave up on using her arms for support, leaning against Wen Mochen, her chin resting on his shoulder in a gesture of embrace.

"Wen Mochen, you are mine." Song Qingyin said in his ear, each word soft but carrying an unwavering certainty.

As soon as Song Qingyin leaned in, Wen Mochen stiffened, unsure of what to do with his hands. His already somewhat confused mind began to spin even more.

In fact, he could have easily pushed her away, but only he knows why he didn't and what he was thinking.

Song Qingyin's words were like a thunderclap exploding in his ears, wiping away the last shred of his reason. His eyes darkened, filled with an unseen madness.

After saying this, Song Qingyin slightly raised herself, wanting to get off him, but was pressed back down by a sudden force on her waist.

For a moment, Song Qingyin was bewildered. She looked up at Wen Mochen and saw him staring at her with his eyes lowered and his expression unfathomable gaze. He then increased the pressure on her waist, and just when Song Qingyin thought her waist was about to break, he finally spoke.

“Song Qingyin, this is what you said.”

His tone was chilling, with a hint of ferocity.

Song Qingyin blinked, looking at the person in front of her who was completely different from before, and felt somewhat excited.

Oops! I accidentally messed things up.

But this was too exciting. Wen Mochen, how many more sides of you are I unaware of?

Thinking this, Song Qingyin smiled even more sweetly, looked up at him, and nodded emphatically, "Yes, I said so."

As soon as she finished speaking, a shadow enveloped her. Song Qingyin felt a slight pain on her lips, and Wen Mochen's kisses rained down upon her.

Actually, it was less of a kiss and more of a bite. Like a wild beast that sees its prey, it bites hard and never lets go.

"Ouch~, that hurts." Song Qingyin pushed him away aggrievedly, letting out a soft cry, her eyes welling up with tears.

That bastard! Ouch, that really hurt.

Wen Mochen pressed his forehead against hers, breathing slightly heavily, his pupils reflecting her current appearance.

Her bright, sparkling eyes held a hint of coquettishness, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and even her lips, still glistening with the effects of the recent kiss, looked as if they were painted with vibrant rouge, making her appear even more alluring and captivating.

But it is also more tempting.

Wen Mochen's Adam's apple bobbed as he gently pecked at her lips, his touch both tender and alluring.

Before anyone knew it, Song Qingyin's arms were wrapped around his neck, responding gently and obediently. Wen Mochen held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

His slender hand slipped under the hem of her dress, causing a series of slight tremors.

"You...haven't...drinked the porridge yet."