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

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds.

Then he took a step forward, squeezed between her legs, and braced his hands on the table on either side of her body.

The sink wasn't high, but even standing like that, he was still much taller than her.

"Su Jingsheng," he said, his voice lower.

"Do you think you can control me just by looking like that?"

Su Jingsheng felt a little guilty.

"I didn't," she whispered, her fingers lightly resting on his chest.

"I'm just really upset."

She leaned forward, her nose almost touching his chin.

"Smell it." Her voice was soft and sweet.

"Do you like my pheromones?"

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed; he could smell it.

That sweet fragrance wafted from the back of her neck, from her collar, and from her breath, lingering around him in delicate strands.

The nagging gradually calmed down the emotions that had been agitating him all morning.

But what follows is another kind of desire.

He stared at her face, so close to his, and at her moist lips.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

Su Jingsheng sobbed and placed her hand on his shoulder, but did not push him away.

Bo Jinghuai kissed her deeply.

He held the back of her head with one hand and pinched her waist with the other, pulling her into his arms.

Su Jingsheng's body went limp, and she clung to him, letting him kiss her.

Bo Jinghuai tasted an even sweeter sweetness.

The sweetness that emanated from the tip of her tongue and the depths of her throat, mixed with her fragrance, was addictive to him.

He kissed her for a long time until Su Jingsheng was out of breath and gently pushed him away, at which point he pulled back a little.

Their breathing became erratic.

Su Jingsheng's lips were swollen and red, her breath was slightly open, and her eyes were misty as she looked at him.

Bo Jinghuai brushed his thumb across the corner of her lips.

"It smells quite nice," he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "but don't get too cocky."

Su Jingsheng smiled, the corners of her lips curving upwards.

"Can I stay here?" she asked, her fingers gently hooking around his collar.

"I feel much more comfortable when I'm closer to you."

Bo Jinghuai stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then his gaze fell on her lips.

"You can stay wherever you like."

He released her, straightened up, and turned to walk out.

The door closed.

Su Jingsheng sat on the sink, touched her lips, and slowly curved her lips into a smile.

You've got it figured out again.

……

Bo Jinghuai stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room, slowly and methodically fastening his shirt cuffs.

The person in the mirror has broad shoulders and long legs, with noble eyebrows and eyes, and a poised and composed demeanor.

But his mind was a mess, filled with thoughts of Su Jingsheng.

The way she swung her legs while sitting on his sink, the way she hugged his neck and kissed him, the way she softly said, "Jing Huai, I feel unwell."

Bo Jinghuai's brows furrowed slightly.

Not right.

Something's really wrong with him.

He clearly knew what kind of person Su Jingsheng was.

Three years ago, she was that arrogant young lady who led the way in locking him in the toilet and splashing water on him. She only asked him to be her boyfriend because he was good-looking and ranked first in the grade.

He knew perfectly well that she was only coming to his door because the Su family had gone bankrupt, she was desperate, and she had discovered that her poor ex-boyfriend was now rich and powerful, so she had come back to him.

He should have hated her, thrown her out, and told her to get far away from him.

But instead of throwing her away, he took her home.

He even kissed her.

I wanted to kiss him a second time after the first kiss.

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand and pressed his brow.

He felt like a cat that had stumbled upon catnip; even though he knew it didn't do him any good, he couldn't help but want to go closer, rub against it, smell it, and lick it.

Are you crazy?

"Jinghuai?"

A soft, gentle voice came from outside the door.

Bo Jinghuai turned around.

Su Jingsheng clung to the door frame, leaning half her body inside.

She changed into a light pink knitted dress, which was a bit loose and made her figure look even slimmer.

Her face was clean and simple, but her eyes were moist as she looked at him.

"Are you going out?" she asked softly.

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement, his gaze sweeping over her bare feet on the carpet.

"Go back and put on your shoes," he said.

Su Jingsheng looked down at her feet, her toes curling slightly.

"The carpet is soft and not cold," she said, but still obediently turned around, put on her slippers, and walked back.

As Bo Jinghuai watched her slowly move over, that bit of irritation in his heart resurfaced.

"Stay by yourself today," he said, his voice a little harsh. "Don't wander off."

Su Jingsheng looked up at him: "Where are you going?"

"Meeting friends." Bo Jinghuai paused, then added, "I'll be back tonight."

He was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking.

Why did he tell her this?

Why does he need to report to her whether he's coming back or not?

Su Jingsheng smiled, her lips curving upwards and her eyes shining.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Bo Jinghuai closed his eyes, opened the door, and walked out.

He needs to go and ask those three guys.

Is he sick?

Or perhaps this woman has cast a curse on him.

……

It's the same club, the same private room.

Yan Sichen, Lu Mohan, and Pei Zixian were all present.

When Bo Jinghuai pushed open the door, Yan Sichen was feeding an Omega girl wine, and Lu Mohan was kissing an Omega girl.

"Oh, Young Master Bo is here." Yan Sichen looked up, a mischievous smile on his face. "Why didn't you bring your wife?"

Bo Jinghuai ignored him and sat down in the main seat on the sofa.

Lu Mohan released the person in his arms and looked at him: "You look terrible, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Pei Zixian pushed up his glasses and pushed the fruit plate over: "Did your ex-girlfriend cause you trouble again?"

Bo Jinghuai picked up a fork, forked a piece of apple, but didn't eat it; he just twirled it in his hand.

"I have something to ask you," he said.