Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Su Jingsheng was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Kiss me," Bo Jinghuai repeated, his voice even lower, "like last time in the private room, kiss me first."

Su Jingsheng's face was burning hot.

She looked at Bo Jinghuai's face, which was so close to hers, his deep eyes fixed on her.

She pursed her lips, slowly lowered her head, pressed her forehead against his, and kissed him.

Then it was his nose, his cheeks, and finally stopped at the corners of his lips.

Bo Jinghuai didn't move, letting her kiss him.

The little girl's kiss was light and soft, like a feather brushing against you, tickling you.

But she only kissed the corner of his lips, not his lips.

Bo Jinghuai waited a few seconds, then couldn't wait any longer.

He raised his hand, grabbed the back of her head, pressed her down, and entwined himself around her fiercely.

The temperature in the music room seemed to have risen.

Bo Jinghuai's hand slid inside her shirt... his hand roamed freely, unable to let go.

Su Jingsheng gave a soft hum and pushed his shoulder with her small hand, "Jinghuai, don't do this."

Bo Jinghuai's hands didn't stop; his kisses slid from her lips to her chin, and then to her neck.

The little girl gave a soft hum and tilted her slender white neck back.

……

The peaceful days passed slowly, but the accident came so suddenly.

Bo Jinghuai was already awake in the early morning.

He lay on his side, his arm around Su Jingsheng's waist, the little girl nestled in his arms.

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her, reached out, and gently rubbed his thumb on her cheek.

It feels scalding hot to the touch.

He touched her forehead again, his palm burning hot.

"Su Jingsheng," he called her.

Su Jingsheng did not react.

Bo Jinghuai propped himself up and pulled her closer to him. "Wake up."

Su Jingsheng frowned, her lips moved, and she uttered indistinct murmurs, but her eyes remained closed.

Bo Jinghuai's heart sank.

He lifted the covers, slipped his hand under her nightgown, and touched her back.

It was sweaty and sticky.

"Su Jingsheng!" Bo Jinghuai's voice rose slightly.

Su Jingsheng still hasn't woken up.

She slumped limply in his arms, breathing rapidly, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

Bo Jinghuai immediately got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and dialed a number.

"Call the doctor over, now!"

His voice was clearly flustered.

After hanging up the phone, Bo Jinghuai returned to the bedside and picked up Su Jingsheng.

The little girl's body was incredibly heavy, like a lump of soft mud, her head tilted to his shoulder, her thin arms hanging limply at her sides.

Bo Jinghuai hugged her tighter, patting her back gently. "Su Jingsheng, can you hear me?"

Su Jingsheng was shaken awake by him, barely managing to open her eyes a crack.

"Jinghuai?" Her voice was hoarse, almost inaudible.

"I'm here." Bo Jinghuai lowered his head, his face pressed against her burning forehead. "The doctor will be here soon, don't sleep."

Su Jingsheng hummed in response, but then closed her eyes again, unable to wake up no matter what she did.

Bo Jinghuai held her as he sat on the edge of the bed, brushing aside her sweaty hair with his fingers to reveal her pale face.

The unease in his heart slowly grew.

This shouldn't be happening.

She was fine last night, and I even talked to her.

How did I wake up with such a high fever?

The doctor arrived ten minutes later.

Bo Jinghuai gently laid Su Jingsheng on the bed, took a step back, but stared intently at her.

The doctor stepped forward to examine the patient.

Take temperature, listen to heart rate, and examine glands.

"High fever, 39.8 degrees Celsius," the doctor said calmly. "Pheromone levels are fluctuating wildly."

He turned to look at Bo Jinghuai, "Mr. Bo, has Miss Su been experiencing significant emotional fluctuations lately? Or has she suffered some kind of trauma?"

Bo Jinghuai frowned. "No."

The doctor paused for a moment, then asked, "Have you been exposed to other Alphas' pheromones? Or suffered a pheromone attack?"

"No." Bo Jinghuai's voice turned cold. "She's been with me the whole time."

The doctor nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He took out the inhibitor and prepared to inject it.

When the needle pierced her skin, Su Jingsheng trembled, and a weak sob escaped her throat.

Bo Jinghuai walked over and took her other hand.

The little girl's palms were burning hot, and her fingers were softly curled.

"Be gentle," Bo Jinghuai said to the doctor.

The doctor paused, then eased his grip.

After the injection of the inhibitor, the doctor prescribed antipyretics.

"Use physical cooling methods to help lower the fever until it subsides," the doctor instructed.

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement.

The doctor packed up his things, bowed, and left.

The bedroom fell silent again.

Bo Jinghuai sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Su Jingsheng.

The little girl was still unconscious, her brows furrowed and her lips pale.

He reached out and brushed the wet hair from her forehead, then got up and went to the bathroom to wring out a cool towel.

When she returned, Su Jingsheng curled up, her fingers clutching the bedsheet.

"It hurts..." she mumbled incoherently.

Bo Jinghuai immediately bent down, "Where does it hurt?"

Su Jingsheng didn't answer; she was lost in a dream, a dream filled with a vast expanse of white fog.

She stood in the fog, looking around blankly.

"Su Jingsheng." A voice rang out.

"World consciousness?" she asked tentatively.

"It's me. What have you been doing for the past month?"

Su Jingsheng was taken aback. "I'm living a normal life."

"Life?" The voice of the world consciousness carried a hint of urgency.

"You think that just because you've been exposed to Bo Jinghuai's pheromones and temporarily suppressed the pheromone imbalance, everything will be fine?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips. "Otherwise what?"

"The original body's obsession remains," the world consciousness said.

"Her hatred for Shen Qingyue hasn't faded; it's turned into resentment. Do you think your soul and body can withstand that?"

Su Jingsheng fell silent, recalling the original owner's death and her hatred for Shen Qingyue.

"I have never intentionally hurt anyone," the little girl said.

"The original owner's obsession was revenge, so wouldn't I have to kill Shen Qingyue?"

"So you just let this obsession turn into resentment, eroding yourself?" The voice of the world consciousness turned cold.

Su Jingsheng fell silent; of course, she didn't want to die.

But she didn't dare to kill anyone.

She comes from a peaceful world, has a gentle temper, rarely argues, let alone kills.

"I'm not asking you to actually kill someone right now." The World Consciousness's tone softened somewhat.

"But you should at least provoke her and make her feel bad."

"You're currently acting peacefully, but if your obsession turns into resentment, it will cause irreversible damage to your body."

"Besides, don't you want to become an SSS-level Omega? So you don't have to rely on Bo Jinghuai's pheromones for comfort and can survive independently."

Su Jingsheng raised her eyes. "That's what I thought."

"But with your current body, without a temporary mark, if you stay away from him for more than seven days, the pheromone imbalance will take effect."

"Do you want to live like this forever?"

Su Jingsheng didn't speak.

She didn't want to.

She wanted freedom, to rely on herself, and not to depend on anyone.

"I understand," she said softly.

The world consciousness asked, "Do you really know?"

"Yes." Su Jingsheng nodded. "I will no longer run away from the karma of the original owner."

"That's good." The voice of the world consciousness gradually faded away. "Remember, if your obsession doesn't dissipate, you'll always be just an S-rank, and your pheromone imbalance will only get worse."