Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin buried her head in his shoulder and neck, biting her lower lip lightly, and breathed heavily.

"Leave it for now." Wen Mochen kissed Song Qingyin's neck, whispering softly. His hot breath brushed against her, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her reaction pleased Wen Mochen, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. His voice was low and husky, elegant yet sexy, making Song Qingyin blush and her heart race.

The intense heat emanating from Wen Mochen made Song Qingyin feel like she was about to melt.

"You...you still...have a fever." Song Qingyin's eyes gradually became unfocused as she tried to maintain her last bit of consciousness, still worried about his health.

"It's okay," Wen Mochen whispered in her ear, "I've taken my medicine."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyin couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.

This guy is... damn, he's totally her type!

As she drifted off into thought, Wen Mochen, seemingly dissatisfied with the cramped space, wrapped one arm around her waist and slipped the other under her knees, scooped her up in his arms, and strode toward the bed.

Before Song Qingyin could even gasp, he placed her on the soft bed. He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, and whispered, "Is it alright?"

He seemed to really like this spot; skin to skin, a subtle fragrance wafting around, it stirred up the deepest desires in his heart.

His breath sprayed on her skin, bringing a tingling sensation, and Song Qingyin couldn't help but shrink her neck. She didn't speak, but simply pressed her arms around him down a little, silently acquiescing.

What a joke! At this point, would she really give up such a delicious meal that's practically in her mouth?

Their fingers intertwined, their soft moans, a mixture of sobs and sobs, occasionally punctuated by low, seductive whispers. The sounds rose and fell, weaving a magnificent melody that filled the room with tenderness.

Qingyu, inside the system space, stared blankly at the screen in front of her, which was covered in pixelation. She couldn't understand how her host had gone from simply delivering food to such an uncontrollable situation.

As expected, your host is still your host.

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Song Qingyin felt as if she were lying on soft clouds, her pores relaxing, making her feel incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, she rolled over and fell from a great height; the intense feeling of weightlessness instantly brought her back to her senses.

I opened my eyes, stared at the ceiling for a while, feeling the soreness in my lower back, and couldn't help but cover my face.

You really can't provoke an old man who's had his fill of sex, or you'll be the one who suffers.

He sighed and casually touched the spot next to him; it was only warm, so the person hadn't been gone long.

"Tsk, what a scoundrel. He took advantage of you and ran away." Song Qingyin pouted and sat up in bed. The blanket slipped off her body, revealing scattered red marks.

The moment Wen Mochen entered, he was greeted by this vibrant and alluring scene. He looked away, coughed awkwardly, and said, "Um, where's your room key? I'll go get you some clean clothes."

Seeing that Wen Mochen had a dashing appearance but a naive expression, Song Qingyin couldn't help but tease him.

"oops--"

With a soft gasp, Wen Mochen instinctively turned around and saw Song Qingyin wrapped in a blanket, swaying precariously, about to collapse. His body reacted faster than his mind, and he immediately took two steps forward to support her.

His fingers touched her delicate skin and recoiled as if burned. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Song Qingyin accidentally revealing a glimpse of her skin, and his ear tips instantly turned bright red.

Last night, perhaps because of his illness and dizziness, or perhaps because the atmosphere was too good, or perhaps because he was completely defenseless against Song Qingyin, he ended up having sex with her in a daze. But no matter how you look at it, he was delighted. However, afterwards, the anger that had been building up inside him suddenly dissipated, making him inevitably shy when facing her.

Song Qingyin blinked, looking at the person who avoided her gaze, and found it somewhat amusing. She didn't feel like she'd been taken advantage of, but he, with his awkward, submissive demeanor, was quite different from his usual image. However, it was precisely this that showed he was still quite innocent when it came to matters of the heart.

"You were quite 'valiant' yesterday," Song Qingyin said, clutching the blanket that was about to slip off her chest, tiptoeing to whisper in Wen Mochen's ear, teasingly enunciating each word, "but who would have thought that today—"

After saying that, she looked him up and down a few times, her unspoken meaning quite obvious.

Upon hearing this, Wen Mochen felt his blood rush to his head, and his cheeks gradually became hot.

He thought he must look really stupid.

Song Qingyin smiled, enjoying his awkwardness for a moment, before slowly saying, "The key is in my bag."

After saying that, she kindly pointed to the corner of the sofa before turning and going into the bathroom.

Fortunately, the production team of "Gourmet Inn" is quite humane, unlike some programs that put cameras in the guests' bedrooms to boost ratings, ostensibly to film behind-the-scenes footage. In reality, it's just a gimmick to add hype to the show.

Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to explain what happened last night. Although she didn't mind revealing their relationship, she didn't have any particular penchant for broadcasting it live.

Soaking in the bathtub, Song Qingyin felt her physical fatigue relieved and let out a comfortable sigh.

"I left your clothes by the door." Wen Mochen knocked on the bathroom door and reminded her, "Today is the last day of recording. You only need to prepare for the banquet. You can rest more."

"I know," Song Qingyin replied. She had almost forgotten that they had been in the town for a month, and it was the last day of business for the "Gourmet Inn".

Tonight they are having a thank-you dinner, a tradition of the show, on the last day, to express their gratitude to the local people who have helped them along the way.

Time flies. Although filming was busy, it was also very fulfilling. While there were occasional minor disagreements and arguments, everyone got along quite well. To be honest, she felt a little reluctant to leave.

After soaking for a while, Song Qingyin got up, raised an eyebrow slightly when she saw the clean towel Wen Mochen had prepared in advance, and then dried herself off. She opened the bathroom door a crack and reached in to take the bag hanging on the outside doorknob.

"That's quite thoughtful." Seeing that the handbag was fully stocked, a warm feeling flashed in Song Qingyin's eyes. She could almost picture Wen Mochen frowning as he rummaged through her wardrobe, his ears slightly red, trying to appear calm.

After changing his clothes and coming out of the bathroom, Wen Mochen had already set out dinner on the low table. His white shirt was tucked into his suit trousers, making his already tall figure appear even more slender.

"Come and have breakfast." Seeing her come out, Wen Mochen waved to her, seemingly having recovered. The slight upturn of his lips revealed his good mood, and his gaze towards Song Qingyin seemed to sparkle with tiny stars, his deep affection undisguised.

Just staring into those eyes made Song Qingyin's heart race.

Forcing herself to snap out of Wen Mochen's gaze, she was immediately drawn to the sumptuous breakfast on the table.