Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

She had no choice but to obediently close the door, go inside, and change her shoes. The quiet atmosphere left her momentarily speechless.

Could it be that she gave him too much of a shock? Is he still not recovered?

She approached Wen Mochen, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said with a grin, "Do you like the flowers I gave you?"

"I haven't asked you yet, where did you buy the flowers so late?" Wen Mochen put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He looked pleased.

"That must have been booked in advance."

"But don't you think you've got our roles reversed? Shouldn't I be the one delivering the flowers?"

"What does it matter? I'm happy to." Song Qingyin gave a slightly arrogant snort, tightening her arms around his neck and pulling his head down a little. "You still haven't told me whether you like it or not."

"I like what you gave me." Wen Mochen didn't resist and obediently lowered his head, staring intently at the person in front of him, smelling the reassuring scent on her body. His heart, which had been in turmoil for the past few months, suddenly calmed down.

He missed her more than he thought, and longed for her even more.

"You said you missed me, how much did you miss me?" Song Qingyin mischievously wanted to tease him, so she tiptoed closer to him and whispered in his ear.

Her warm breath tickled his ear, making him tilt his head uncomfortably, and tighten his grip on her slender waist.

“Of course—” He mimicked her, whispering in her ear, deliberately lowering his voice and drawing out his words, until he had completely piqued her curiosity before slowly saying, “As much as you miss me, that’s how much I miss you.”

Upon hearing Wen Mochen's reply, Song Qingyin snorted softly, slightly increasing the distance between them, and glared at him, "Cunning."

Looking at the sullen Song Qingyin, Wen Mochen smiled with a hint of pleasure.

"Ha—" After laughing and joking for a while, Song Qingyin yawned sleepily, and two tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sleepy." With that, Song Qingyin wrapped her arms around Wen Mochen's waist, snuggled against his chest, and closed her eyes comfortably.

"Then go to sleep." Wen Mochen patted her shoulder lightly.

"Carry me to bed." Hearing Song Qingyin's coquettish pleading, Wen Mochen smiled helplessly. But he still bent down, picked her up, and carried her towards the bedroom.

The moment I picked her up, I couldn't help but frown as I felt her weight drop slightly, and my eyes were filled with heartache as I looked at her.

He was carefully placed in the middle of the bed and covered with a blanket. Just as he was about to get up, his clothes were pulled back.

Looking down, he met Song Qingyin's sleepy eyes and gently coaxed, "Be good, keep sleeping."

"Where are you going?" She tugged at his clothes, pulling harder until her eyes were almost closed.

You can't blame her. In order to finish filming as soon as possible, she worked two nights straight and didn't get much rest. Now that she's relaxed, she feels that even if thunder were to rumble right next to her, it might not wake her up.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room—"

"No, right here." Song Qingyin moved her body outwards to make room for him. "You'll sleep with me, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Wen Mochen stared at her for a while, knowing that she was making up an excuse to get him to stay.

But—he wasn't a gentleman, and he couldn't resist her repeated teasing. All he wanted was for her to get a good night's sleep.

Seeing that Song Qingyin was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, yet still stubbornly waited for his answer, he had no choice but to give in and say, "Okay."

He had just lain down when Song Qingyin came over, nestled in his arms, found a comfortable spot, snuggled against him, and then fell asleep contentedly.

Wen Mochen tucked the blanket around her and then turned off the light.

In the darkness, he could clearly hear Song Qingyin's soft breathing, and his heart was calmer than ever before. A part of his heart was filled, and he couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction.

He had thought he wouldn't be able to sleep with his beloved in his arms tonight. But to his surprise, listening to Song Qingyin's breathing, he gradually felt drowsy. So he reached out and gently pulled her close, pressing his forehead against hers, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"Little sleepyhead, wake up." Wen Mochen pinched Song Qingyin's nose and shook it, his eyes filled with laughter.

Song Qingyin squinted, hummed and turned her head away, burying herself back into the warm blankets.

Seeing her reluctant to get out of bed, Wen Mochen shook his head with amusement and continued to coax her, "You've already missed breakfast, and if you miss lunch too, you'll go hungry."

"You know, I made so many delicious things, hmm—let me think!" He whispered in Song Qingyin's ear, pretending to ponder for a moment, "There's sweet and sour pork ribs, each piece of rib is coated with tempting sauce, and before it's cooked, it's coated with a layer of white sesame seeds, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and delicious."

"Oh, right. I also made a tender fish fillet soup. The broth was milky white, and the fish was sliced ​​into thin pieces. It was cooked with corn kernels and soft tofu. It was delicious. You can have a sip of hot fish soup before the meal, and it will warm you up."

"Besides these, I also made braised prawns, Longjing shrimp, candied sweet potatoes, liangpi (cold skin noodles), and spicy and sour wood ear mushrooms. I also prepared someone's favorite chocolate mousse cake, but it seems that some people can't handle it now."

"I recently acquired a bottle of Sanhua wine brewed using ancient methods, but I can only enjoy it by myself." As he spoke, Wen Mochen sighed with regret.

Tempted by the delicious food, Song Qingyin had long since woken up, and the more she listened to Wen Mochen's description, the more she felt her stomach rumble with cravings.

"Carry me to wash up," Song Qingyin said in a slightly coquettish tone, her bossy manner making her seem even more charming to him.

Wen Mochen showed no impatience whatsoever, obediently lifting her from the bed and carrying her to the bathroom. Even after carrying her to the bathroom, he didn't put her down immediately. Instead, he had her sit on the sink, picked up a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed on it, and said softly, "Open your mouth."

Song Qingyin blinked, looking at the person who pampered her like a child, and naturally enjoyed it.

So, with Wen Mochen's help, she completed her washing and grooming tasks, and felt perfectly justified in being a "cripple".

The lunch was quite lavish. Even though they had been together the whole time, she had no idea when he had prepared it.

Hmm, maybe she was just too tired and fell into a deep sleep. Hehe, but what does it matter? Anyway, this person has to belong to her, body and soul.

"You'll spoil me rotten." Song Qingyin looked at the man peeling shrimp for her, propped her head up with her hand, and said with a smile.