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

Su Jingsheng fell silent.

She came from a relatively peaceful world, came from a wealthy family, and had a smooth life. Apart from being physically weak, she had never experienced such filth and infighting.

Su Jingsheng really didn't want to die; she had finally been given a second chance at life.

"Alright then." She heard herself give in.

The world consciousness flickered with pleasure and began to provide some basic information:

"After your soul is transformed, you will become an SSS-level Omega, 100% compatible with Bo Jinghuai."

"But the original owner was too deeply poisoned. I cleared the poison, but my constitution was weakened. Now your body is weak and your pheromones are disordered. Your heat cycle will be very difficult to endure, and the inhibitors will be less effective."

"If you want to be more comfortable, stay by his side as soon as possible."

"In addition, the original owner's obsessions remained, along with the resentment of bankruptcy and the hatred of being murdered."

"This obsession is preventing your soul from fully merging, so you are currently only an S-class Omega."

"However, S-class is already the pinnacle of this world, and its compatibility with Bo Jinghuai is 80%, which is enough."

"Once you avenge the original owner and your obsession dissipates, you can become a true SSS-level, and all your illnesses will disappear."

At the time, Su Jingsheng thought that she was just sick and weak, and that she could just endure it and let it pass.

She doesn't want to lower herself to seduce men for the time being.

But reality quickly shattered her naiveté.

Omega pheromone imbalance is like a persistent, deep-seated ailment, causing continuous weakness, lethargy, and palpitations.

In just three days, she felt she couldn't take it anymore.

Su Jingsheng immediately inquired about Bo Jinghuai's whereabouts from the World Consciousness, eager to conquer that top-tier Enigma.

Fortunately, after merging souls, Su Jingsheng in this world gradually became like herself.

Furthermore, due to the inherently delicate, refined, and fertile nature of Omegas, this face and body are an even more exquisite plus version of her previous life, like a porcelain doll.

Bo Jinghuai is difficult to deal with; he's so picky that it's outrageous.

But what could he do? Su Jingsheng was beautiful, and her pheromones were exactly to his liking.

Did you manage to get the initial results from last night's adventure?

PS: Under the acknowledgment of the world's consciousness, no one will doubt why Su Jingsheng has become more beautiful; they will only subconsciously think that she has grown up and that she had the same face before.

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As her memories came to a head, Su Jingsheng sat up.

She was only wearing a large black shirt, which Bo Jinghuai had thrown to her last night.

Su Jingsheng walked to the window and pulled back the curtains a little.

The blinding sunlight streamed in, and she squinted.

Looking down, the entire cityscape unfolds before your eyes, with cars flowing like a river.

This place is incredibly valuable, and only the truly elite can enjoy such a view.

"Awake?" The bedroom door was pushed open, and Bo Jinghuai walked in.

He was wearing a dark gray loungewear set, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his hair casually draped over his forehead, looking less sharp and aloof than usual, and more relaxed.

Su Jingsheng turned around. He was so tall that she had to crane her neck to see his face clearly.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

The hem of her shirt only covered her upper thighs, revealing her slender, white legs, which were barefoot on the dark gray carpet.

He looked away: "Go have breakfast when you wake up. Your toiletries are in the bathroom."

Su Jingsheng didn't move.

She reached out her hand to him, wanting a hug.

"Jinghuai, I feel unwell," she whispered, her voice soft and sticky with the lingering sensation of just waking up.

"My body feels so heavy, I have no strength."

Bo Jinghuai frowned, took two steps forward, and touched her forehead.

As he got closer, that refreshing, sweet fragrance wafted over again, filling his nostrils.

It smells good.

He suppressed his restlessness.

"Go to the hospital if you feel unwell," he said, his voice still cold.

Su Jingsheng shook her head and instinctively put her arm around his waist.

"I'm not going to the hospital." She looked up, her eyes watery.

"Could you carry me to the bathroom?"

Bo Jinghuai stared at her.

The little girl's complexion was indeed not good; her lips were pale, and her eyes were red-rimmed, making her look pitiful.

He was silent for a few seconds, then bent down, supported her back with one hand, and scooped her up by her legs with the other.

Su Jingsheng gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

She is so light.

Bo Jinghuai felt as if he were holding a cloud in his arms, soft and light.

The hem of her shirt rode up a bit as she lifted her leg, revealing most of her snow-white thigh, which clung tightly to the skin of his arm.

Warm and soft.

Bo Jinghuai paused for a moment, then strode into the bathroom and placed her on the sink.

The cold countertop made Su Jingsheng tremble.

"Wash it yourself." Bo Jinghuai turned to leave.

Su Jingsheng grabbed him again.

"I'm weak," she whispered, her fingers hooking around the hem of his shirt. "I can't stand up straight."

Bo Jinghuai turned to look at her.

The little girl sat on the sink, her legs dangling in the air, her ankles slender and her toes round and pink.

One button was undone at the collar of her shirt, revealing a small patch of her collarbone; her skin was so white it seemed translucent.

She looked up at him, her eyes obedient yet with a hint of dependence.

Bo Jinghuai's impatience inexplicably dissipated.

He sighed, turned on the tap, tested the water temperature, then wet the towel, wrung it out, and handed it to her.

"Wipe your face," he said.

Su Jingsheng took the towel and slowly wiped her face.

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her.

As she wiped her face, her long, thick eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow under her eyes.

Her lips were moistened by the heat, and had a tender pink hue.

After wiping him, she handed the towel back to him.

"And a toothbrush," she whispered a reminder.

Bo Jinghuai opened a new toothbrush, squeezed out the toothpaste, and handed it to her.

Su Jingsheng took it and turned to the side to slowly brush her teeth.

Halfway through brushing her fingers, she suddenly looked up and saw him through the mirror.

"Jinghuai," she called out indistinctly.

Bo Jinghuai met her gaze in the mirror. "Hmm?"

"You smell so good," she said, spitting out the foam.

"The smell of cedar is very pleasant."

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

After rinsing her mouth, Su Jingsheng put down her toothbrush and turned to face him.

"Do I smell too?" she asked, looking at him with bright eyes.

"How do you like it?"