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

Shen Qingyue's throat felt dry.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Bo Jinghuai withdrew his leg and his hand.

He stood up, looked at Su Jingsheng, and said, "I'm leaving."

Su Jingsheng nodded hurriedly, quickly put on her shoes, and started packing her things.

Shen Qingyue sat there, watching Bo Jinghuai pull Su Jingsheng up from her seat by the wrist.

Su Jingsheng staggered slightly, but Bo Jinghuai caught her by the waist and steadied her.

Seeing Bo Jinghuai lower his head and whisper something in her ear, Su Jingsheng blushed even more and gently punched him.

Then the two of them walked down the stairs, one after the other.

Shen Qingyue remained frozen in place until the footsteps disappeared.

She stared at the flower arrangement book on the table, but all she could see was the scene under the table.

Bo Jinghuai placed his hand on Su Jingsheng's thigh.

So intimate, so natural.

Shen Qingyue closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the pen tightly.

Su Jingsheng.

That's a really clever tactic of yours.

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

His eyes were icy cold.

Her father told her to be patient, but that bitch was waving her face in front of her and provoking her. How could she tolerate it?

……

Bo Jinghuai grabbed Su Jingsheng's wrist and dragged her out of the library.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, so Su Jingsheng squinted and jogged to keep up with him.

"Jinghuai, slow down," she said softly.

Bo Jinghuai didn't respond. He pulled her to the Roman column on the side of the library, let go of her hand, turned around and pressed her against the column.

Su Jingsheng leaned against the stone pillar and looked up at him.

Bo Jinghuai placed one hand on her ear and leaned closer.

"Su Jingsheng," he said in a low voice, clearly lustful, "you were flirting with me under the table just now?"

Su Jingsheng blushed and placed her small hand against his chest. "I didn't."

"No?" Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Your foot was practically rubbing against my thigh, and you still say no?"

He leaned forward again, his body almost pressed against hers. "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Su Jingsheng shrank back, but the stone pillar blocked her way, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"It's just... I bumped into it by accident," she said softly.

Bo Jinghuai smiled.

He lowered his head, bringing his lips close to hers. "Oops, by accident?"

As Su Jingsheng watched his face get closer and closer, her heart began to race.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she suddenly reached out and covered his mouth.

"No," she said.

Bo Jinghuai paused, raised his eyes, looked at her, and expressed his displeasure.

Su Jingsheng's fingers touched his warm lips, and she could feel his breath on her palm.

"This is a library," she said softly, but firmly, "we can't kiss."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for two seconds, then lowered his head and pecked her palm.

Su Jingsheng withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.

Bo Jinghuai grabbed her wrist as she pulled back, kissed it twice to quench his thirst, and then leaned in to kiss her lips again.

The little girl covered her lips this time, resolutely refusing to give it to him.

"When you were seducing me just now, why didn't you think about the fact that this is a library?" he asked.

The little girl pursed her lips, a hint of guilt in her voice: "That's different."

"Besides, we just talked, and there are other people there. People will definitely think we have no manners."

Bo Jinghuai doesn't know what manners are. The rules are all set by the nobles, so what manners are they talking about?

He rubbed his thumb against the inside of her wrist. "Who dares to say I'm rude? I'll just give them some compensation."

"Baby, be good, let me kiss you first."

The little girl stopped talking, but covered her mouth firmly.

Looking at her obedient yet stubborn appearance, Bo Jinghuai felt his anger burn even brighter.

Just now in the library, when her delicate little foot rubbed against his leg, he wanted to press her down on the table and kiss her.

I've endured this long enough; this is my limit.

"Su Jingsheng, you can't renege on your promise like this. You have to make it up to me."

The little girl blinked. "How can I make it up to you? It won't work here."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" His voice was hoarse. "How can I leave when I'm in such pain?"

Su Jingsheng glanced down following his gaze and her face flushed instantly.

She looked away and whispered, "Then you'll be fine by yourself in a bit."

"I can't wait," Bo Jinghuai said, gently pinching her waist with his fingers.

"You started this fire, you can't put it out, so at least give me a kiss."

Su Jingsheng bit her lip.

She thought for a moment, then stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "How about...we go somewhere else?"

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed. "Where?"

"In the car?" Su Jingsheng asked tentatively.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

He released her and took a step back.

"Okay," he said, bending down to pick up her canvas bag from the ground, slinging it over his shoulder, then taking her hand again. "Let's go."

Su Jingsheng was pulled by him towards the school gate.

She couldn't keep up with his big strides and had to jog the whole way.

"Jinghuai, slow down," she said again.

Bo Jinghuai couldn't wait any longer; he was very anxious and dragged her along a side path.

Bo Jinghuai opened the passenger door when they reached the black Bugatti.

"Go in."

Su Jingsheng got in and was about to fasten her seatbelt when Bo Jinghuai leaned in.

He pressed the button next to the seat, and the passenger seat slowly reclined.

Su Jingsheng let out a soft cry and her body fell backward.

Bo Jinghuai closed the car door, walked around to the driver's side, opened the door, and got in.

As soon as he sat down, the entire carriage space suddenly felt cramped.

Su Jingsheng lay on the reclined seat, looking up at the car ceiling, her heart pounding.

Bo Jinghuai rolled over and, from above her, began to kiss her passionately.

The Bugatti under the sycamore trees offers excellent privacy.

Occasionally, one could see delicate white hands waving and grasping at the car window, only to be quickly and forcefully pulled back by Alpha's large hands.

……

After half an hour.

Bo Jinghuai released her, turned over and sat back in the driver's seat, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the restlessness in his body.

After a while, he bent down again and helped her adjust the seat back to its original position.

Su Jingsheng sat up and straightened her disheveled skirt.

Bo Jinghuai looked at her and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked.

Su Jingsheng blinked. "What?"

"I'm so angry at Shen Qingyue," Bo Jinghuai said. "I saw her face turn pale just now."

Su Jingsheng shook her head, recalling Shen Qingyue's pale face. "It's not enough."

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "What else do you want to get angry about?"

Su Jingsheng looked at him, then suddenly leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips.

"I'll tell you later," she said, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Bo Jinghuai looked at her smiling, and the anger in his heart rose again.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his leg.

"Su Jingsheng, if you keep flirting with me, I really won't be polite. I'll just fuck you in the car."

Su Jingsheng felt the taut muscles under her palms and blushed.

She pulled her hand back and said timidly, "I'm not flirting anymore."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds before sitting up straight and starting the car.

If it weren't for the students passing by, he definitely wouldn't have let it go like that.

When we got to the apartment, she was quite a sight.