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

Bo Jinghuai's susceptible period has lasted for three days.

During these three days, Su Jingsheng hardly left her apartment except to go to school.

Because he's too clingy.

He either holds her tightly and won't let go, or he insists that she sit on his lap.

Her pheromones were also unusually unstable, with the cedar scent sometimes strong and sometimes weak, always enveloping her like a territory marker.

"Jinghuai." Su Jingsheng broke free from his embrace for the umpteenth time.

"I need to practice the piano now, the competition is next Saturday."

Bo Jinghuai leaned back on the sofa, his long legs draped over the edge of the coffee table, two buttons undone at the collar of his shirt, revealing his collarbone.

His eyes were a little lazy and a little restless. "Practice what you want, I didn't stop you from practicing."

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and walked towards the music room.

Just as he sat down on the piano bench, Bo Jinghuai followed him in.

He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and breathing on her neck.

"Play it," he said. "I'm listening."

Su Jingsheng stiffened.

He pressed his entire body against her back, his arms around her waist, and his palms against her lower abdomen.

She couldn't concentrate at all in that position.

"Jinghuai..." Su Jingsheng protested softly.

"Hmm?" Bo Jinghuai nuzzled the back of her ear with the tip of his nose. "Why aren't you playing?"

Su Jingsheng took a deep breath and placed her fingers on the piano keys.

She was playing the piece for the competition, a folk song from a past life that she had adapted herself; the melody was light and clean.

The sound of the zither flowed out.

Bo Jinghuai listened quietly.

He didn't actually understand music; those notes were like gibberish to him.

But these past few days, he has especially enjoyed listening to her play the piano.

The little girl sat at the piano with her back straight, her profile serene, her eyelashes drooping, and the way her fingers danced across the black and white keys was incredibly beautiful.

She looks like a fairy.

Bo Jinghuai tightened his arms, holding her even closer.

Su Jingsheng stopped playing halfway through her performance.

"Jinghuai," her voice trembled slightly, "don't move your hands."

Bo Jinghuai chuckled softly, gently stroking her lower abdomen with his palm.

"I didn't move," he said. "Keep playing."

Su Jingsheng bit her lip and started playing again.

This time, Bo Jinghuai behaved himself, simply holding her with his chin resting on her shoulder.

The piece was finished.

Su Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when Bo Jinghuai suddenly spoke up.

"What's the name of this song?"

Su Jingsheng paused for a moment, "It hasn't been named yet."

"It sounds quite nice," Bo Jinghuai said. "It sounds better than Shen Qingyue's playing."

Su Jingsheng turned to look at him.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his eyes and met hers.

"Really," he said. "Her playing was lifeless."

Su Jingsheng's lips curved into a smile. "You're being biased."

"So what if I'm biased?" Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow.

"I'm biased towards you."

Su Jingsheng blushed, turned her head, and gently pressed a few notes on the piano keys.

"Jinghuai".

"Um?"

How long will your susceptible period last?

Bo Jinghuai remained silent for a few seconds.

"I don't know," he said. "It might be fine tomorrow, or it might take a few more days."

Su Jingsheng whispered, "If you keep clinging to me like this, how am I supposed to practice the piano?"

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and bit her neck.

It wasn't serious, but it left a shallow tooth mark.

"Are you annoyed by me?"

"No," Su Jingsheng shrank back, "It's just that the competition is very important."

Bo Jinghuai stared at the skin on the back of her neck, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The temporary tooth mark was gone, and he was tempted to bite again.

But I held back.

If I bite her again, she'll start crying again.

"Then you practice." Bo Jinghuai released her, stood up, and said, "I'm going out."

Su Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.

Bo Jinghuai had already turned and walked out.

His back was straight, but there was a hint of restlessness in it.

Su Jingsheng watched his figure disappear through the doorway and pursed her lips.

Did she say something wrong?

……

Bo Jinghuai left the music room and went to the balcony.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill.

He lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it. He just held it between his fingers, watching the scarlet flame flicker.

The vulnerable period is indeed troublesome.

My whole body felt restless, my pheromones were unstable, and a jumble of random thoughts kept popping into my head.

Especially when I saw Su Jingsheng.

I want to hug her, kiss her, and press her down on the piano so she can cry while playing.

Bo Jinghuai smirked; it turned out he was quite vulgar too.

……

The sound of the piano rang out again in the music room.

Bo Jinghuai walked to the door, but didn't go in. He just leaned against the door frame and looked around.

Su Jingsheng had her back to him, her fingers dancing gracefully across the piano keys.

She looked unrealistically clean.

Bo Jinghuai stared for a long time until Su Jingsheng stopped pointing and gently exhaled.

She turned her head and saw Bo Jinghuai standing at the door, and was stunned for a moment.

"Jinghuai?"

Bo Jinghuai walked over and sat down beside her. "Finished playing?"

"Hmm." Su Jingsheng nodded. "I've almost finished practicing this one."

Bo Jinghuai reached out and pulled her over, letting her sit sideways on his lap.

Su Jingsheng sat obediently, her little hand on his shoulder.

"Jinghuai," she whispered, "I wasn't saying you were annoying."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her. "What's that?"

"Well..." Su Jingsheng pursed her lips, "The competition is very important to me, and I want to win."

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "I know."

He called out to her earnestly, "Su Jingsheng."

"Um?"

"You will win."

Su Jingsheng's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and ruffled her hair. "Yes, really."

"Because you are the best pianist I have ever seen."

"But you have to reward me well after you win."

Su Jingsheng obediently looked up, "What's the reward?"

Bo Jinghuai whispered in her ear, "I want to kiss your soft, snowy breasts."

Su Jingsheng's ears turned bright red instantly, and she punched him lightly with her small hand.

"You...you're a scoundrel."

Bo Jinghuai chuckled and bit her earlobe. "So what if I'm a rogue?"

Su Jingsheng wasn't as thick-skinned as him, so she couldn't say anything and could only bury her face in his shoulder.