Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The night sky over the airport was low, with thick clouds that made it hard to breathe.

Beside a secluded terminal, an inconspicuous commercial flight quietly docked, its cabin door slowly opening.

Amidst the surging crowd, a figure quietly slipped past.

He wore a low-key black jacket and walked with a brisk pace. No matter how low he pulled his black baseball cap down, it couldn't hide the mad dog-like aura of "don't mess with me" and "those who block my way will die."

Behind him, two burly men followed closely, their eyes sharp as eagles, alert to their surroundings.

After successfully passing through two gates, the man suddenly stopped.

Ahead of the expensive custom-made black crocodile leather shoes, a long line of people stretched out, leading to a 360-degree body search and X-ray security check of luggage.

The man clicked his tongue impatiently and said to the burly man behind him, "Clear the area."

The burly man paused for a moment, then his lackey whispered fearfully in the man's ear, "Boss, this is Z country, not Mexico. Disturbing public order will get you arrested by the airport police."

A glint of blue light flashed in the man's dark eyes beneath his baseball cap, like a wolf lurking in the shadows: "By the time I finish this long line, the Queen's first mating right will have been stolen by those two idiots long ago."

During the brief conversation, the already long queue grew even longer.

Someone was in a hurry and had a lot of luggage. The wheels of the luggage accidentally ran over the toe of the leather shoe, leaving a dirty gray scratch.

The two burly men gasped and immediately looked at their leader, whose eyes were hidden in the shadow cast by his hat brim, and it seemed as if particles were trembling in the air.

There were also people with children behind them, and the children were making noise and running around. When the parents saw the man blocking the road, they shouted impatiently, "Are you three going to line up or not? If you're not going to line up, please move aside!"

The air pressure dropped sharply.

A burly man swiftly pressed down on the man's hand as he drew his gun, whispering, "Boss, in Z country, carrying a gun is more serious than disturbing public order; if caught, you'll be shot."

The man tilted his head, revealing his pale neck.

His smile held a hint of cunning, and the upturned corners of his mouth exuded a touch of madness.

"What business is it of mine if you two are carrying guns?"

The two burly men froze simultaneously; the man in front of them had already drawn his gun and pointed it straight at the sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots rang out in quick succession.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

However, in the next instant, panicked screams and cries erupted, and chaos instantly engulfed the entire hall.

The gun was thrown at the burly man's feet.

Passengers who were just queuing scattered and fled.

The man pulled his hat brim low, and with his hands in his pockets, he passed through security like a ghost walking in the light and shadow, amidst the flashing red lights and blaring alarms above his head.

*

Xia Yangyang stared into thought as she looked at the doors and windows locked by two layers of steel gates.

She began to question her initial decision. This Lu Feng seemed quite normal, but she hadn't expected his possessiveness to be so pathological.

This villa is about to become a prison overnight.

Xia Yangyang: [Where is Lu Feng now?]

The system looked at the locator: [On its way back.]

Xia Yangyang glanced at the clock on the wall: [So early? It's only 3 PM?]

System: [Yes, they should be back in about an hour.]

Xia Yangyang tapped her chin, got up, picked out a silk slip dress from the wardrobe, draped it over her forearm, and walked into the bathroom.

*

Lu Feng knocked on the door three times from the outside, but received no response from inside. Worried that something might have happened, he immediately turned the doorknob from the outside, even though the door was not locked.

The moment he pushed open the door, the scene inside the room came into view, causing him to gasp for breath.

Under the warm light, the girl was kneeling on the carpet beside the bed, her figure slender and graceful.

A light-colored silk slip dress clung to her body, accentuating her beautiful curves, and the hem draped down, revealing her fair ankles.

Slightly damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her neck; every gesture exuded the languidness of someone who had just taken a bath.

She seemed to only then notice Lu Feng's arrival, and looked up from her book.

The straps on her shoulders slipped slightly, revealing her smooth shoulders and collarbone, like a pure Lolita blooming on a green lawn and by a fountain.

Although Lu Feng closed the door very quickly, Xia Yangyang still caught a glimpse of the doctor in a white coat wearing a medical surgical mask behind him.

The moment their eyes met—

System: [System Notification! Fragment of S-Rank Zerg General has appeared! It is recommended that the host obtain a certain level of favorability before breeding offspring with him.]

Xia Yangyang was taken aback: [What do you mean? Lu Feng brought the other fragment back on his own initiative?]

The system, assessing the situation, shook its head: [It doesn't seem likely. This guy disguised as a doctor is wearing a human skin mask and has fabricated a false male hierarchy.]

Only she and Lu Feng remained in the room.

Xia Yangyang twirled the pages of the book with her fingertips, tilting her head and smiling first: "What happened, boss? Have you already found someone to replace me?"

She was referring to the man in the white coat outside the door.

"You are my only therapist."

When Lu Feng said these words, it sounded like a sincere confession made with great courage, and the tips of his ears turned red.

As if suppressing some kind of restlessness, his voice was a few degrees hoarseer than usual.

"I'm sorry I startled you last night. From now on, I will never leave your side again."

A suit jacket was draped over her shoulders, and Lu Feng's unique aura enveloped her.

Lu Feng's eyes darkened again.

However, they retreated to areas with safe social distancing.

Just as dogs mark their territory with their scent when they urinate, scent in the Zerg symbolizes a degree of possession, keeping other eager creatures at a distance.

Lu Feng's thoughts are always hidden.

Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow: "Aunt Wang was more frightened than me, so the boss should stay by Aunt Wang's side even more."

"Of course, you're absolutely right. I should say that I will never leave this villa again."

Lu Feng's gaze was both rational and intense, fixed intently on her without crossing any lines.

Obey everything she says and never argue with her.

Xia Yangyang felt strange being stared at by him, even though she did indeed intend to win him over and have a child with him.

But why is it that Lu Feng, after going out for a while, comes back as if he has been replaced?

Is a silk dress really that effective?

She rested the pen on her chin, pondered for a moment, and then tried to say, "I can remind you that choosing a male therapist or having a tendency to sleep with a man could be a sign of worsening sleep disorder, and you should seek treatment."

I wonder which part of that sentence triggered his memories.

He suddenly knelt down in front of her and picked up her left hand.

Like holding a priceless treasure, she carefully pressed it to her forehead: "I am very sorry for offending you the other day. I hope you will not blame me."

Xia Yangyang was startled, clutching her coat with her other hand and leaning back.

Lu Feng continued, "I will never do that again without your permission. Although we haven't had much contact, please believe me that I am not a rude or barbaric person."

"..."

He slowly and gracefully placed a kiss on the back of her hand, a kiss that embodied the utmost self-control and propriety.

Although he was making this overt gesture of goodwill, the blush that gradually rose on his neck was the true testament to his inner feelings.

The brick-shaped book fell down the smooth, water-like skirt with a loud "bang" and slammed shut.

Xia Yangyang clutched her head in her mind: [Is he possessed by a ghost, or has his mental illness worsened?! Could it be that he's also doing cosplay commissions?]

System: [I don't think so.]

Xia Yangyang: [Where's the original Lu Feng? This one is so weird, so weird! Waaaaah, I want the original one!]

Xia Yangyang broke free from his grasp and ran to the file box on the table, rummaging through it. In her haste, the white papers fluttered all over the floor.

Lu Feng's gaze fell on her bare feet.

He has already sent news of finding the Queen back to the Zerg. Before the spaceship arrives, he should carpet the ground so she doesn't have to keep walking on the cold tiles.

He picked up a pair of slippers, half-squatted on the ground, and gently picked up her ankle with his warm palm.

The snow-white foot resisted for a moment, then followed his hand and stepped into his shoe.

Lu Feng stood up, then respectfully created some distance between them: "What are you busy with?"

"Bang!"

A piece of paper covered in ink writing on both sides was slapped onto the table.

Xia Yangyang raised her cold eyes and said firmly, "Boss, out of consideration for humanity and morality, I think I should assess the degree of your sleep disorder."

As she spoke, she walked to the other side of the table, sat down, put on the gold-rimmed glasses beside her, and handed him a black fountain pen.

"……good."

Lu Feng stood obediently opposite her, took off the pen cap with one hand, and picked up the questionnaire with the other.

The first question on the questionnaire: What was the age at which you had your first sexual experience?