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

Bo Jinghuai walked out of the Pei family manor.

A cool night breeze blew by.

He opened the car door, got in, and sped off towards the S University campus.

Under the shade of the sycamore trees in the Omega dormitory, the Bugatti stopped, and Bo Jinghuai opened his phone to chat with Su Jingsheng.

The last message was posted at 8 PM.

[Jinghuai, I've finished practicing the piano. I'm going back to the dorm tonight.]

Bo Jinghuai stared at the screen for a few seconds and then typed.

Are you in your dorm now?

They replied very quickly.

【Yes, I just finished showering.】

Bo Jinghuai paused for a moment.

Come down.

【what? 】

I'm downstairs at your dorm.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Then a surprised kitten emoji was sent.

Bo Jinghuai's lips curled into a smile.

【hurry up.】

Su Jingsheng hurriedly went downstairs.

In the shadows of the dormitory building, Bo Jinghuai stood there, his figure almost blending into the night.

As soon as she approached, her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled away by a force.

My back bumped into his chest, his hard chest burning hot.

Su Jingsheng gasped softly, and before she could react, her chin was lifted up.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and kissed him.

The kiss was intense, reeking of alcohol, and tinged with an inexplicable restlessness.

He captured her lips in his mouth, kissing her deeply and urgently.

Su Jingsheng was confused and passively accepted it, placing her small hand on his chest.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, so tightly that it hurt her.

The cedar-scented pheromones, mixed with the spiciness of whiskey, enveloped her completely.

Upstairs, behind a window.

Zhao Mengyan covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

She watched the overlapping figures in the shadows downstairs, and saw Bo Jinghuai pull Su Jingsheng into his arms and kiss her.

No wonder Su Jingsheng still dared to beat her even after the Su family went bankrupt.

Zhao Mengyan's heart raced, and she instinctively reached for her phone.

But before they could even align themselves, the two downstairs separated.

Bo Jinghuai released Su Jingsheng's lips, his breathing becoming somewhat heavy.

He glanced at the dormitory building, his eyes darkening. "Let's go."

He gripped Su Jingsheng's hand tightly and pulled her towards the grove behind the dormitory building.

They walked very fast, and Su Jingsheng had to jog to keep up.

Zhao Mengyan leaned out of the window, but the shadows of the trees were so strong that the two figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

……

The light was even dimmer in the grove.

Only a faint glow from a distant streetlamp shone through, barely outlining the contours.

Bo Jinghuai pressed Su Jingsheng against the trunk of a thick sycamore tree.

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time the kiss was even more intense.

One hand cupped her face, the thumb pinching her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back to bear it.

With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, his palm pressed against the hollow of her lower back, measuring and grasping it.

Su Jingsheng was breathless from his kisses.

Bo Jinghuai gave the girl room to breathe, moving his kiss away from her lips and down her chin to her neck.

Su Jingsheng's neck was sensitive. "Jinghuai..."

"Hmm?" His voice was terribly hoarse as he pressed his lips to her ear. "What's wrong?"

The little girl couldn't speak.

His large hand slid down from her waist, supporting her hips and pulling her upwards.

Su Jingsheng gasped softly as he lifted her up, her bottom resting on one of his arms.

In this position, she was slightly taller than him.

Bo Jinghuai tilted his head back to kiss her, while his other hand pressed against the back of her head to prevent her from escaping.

Su Jingsheng's legs went weak, and she could only barely keep her balance by wrapping her slender white arms around his neck.

His kiss landed on her collarbone, lingering on that delicate skin.

"Jinghuai, you have class tomorrow." Her voice was trembling with tears. "Don't leave any marks."

Bo Jinghuai didn't stop, supporting her and bringing her closer to him, while his other hand caressed her slender waist.

My palms are burning hot, and I linger on their skin, especially loving the dimples on my lower back.

Su Jingsheng pressed her legs together, vaguely realizing his desire. Afraid that he would undress her like the previous two times, she softly asked:

"Jinghuai, what are you doing? This is absolutely not allowed."

Bo Jinghuai stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.

In the dim light, her face flushed, her eyes were moist, and her lips were wet from his kisses.

Bo Jinghuai suppressed the urge to continue, put her down, and let her lean against the tree trunk.

"Su Jingsheng." His voice was low and hoarse.

"Um?"

"Today is a banquet at the Pei family," he said. "Pei Zixian's sister is the center of attention."

Su Jingsheng blinked, not understanding why he suddenly said this.

Bo Jinghuai stared into her almond-shaped eyes. "When I see her, I think of you."

"After the Su family went bankrupt, did all your friends disappear overnight?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips.

That was indeed the case in the original owner's memories.

Those who used to fawn over her stopped answering her calls and replying to her messages after her family's incident, avoiding her like the plague.

Bo Jinghuai's hand touched her cheek, his thumb gently brushing against the corner of her eye.

"When Shen Qingyue slapped you." His voice deepened.

"Don't you even have anyone to talk to?"

Su Jingsheng's eyes reddened.

She remembered that day when Shen Qingyue's men pinned her down in the stairwell and slapped her across the face.

She walked out of the school, but didn't know where to go or who to talk to.

Su Jingsheng lowered her head, tears falling down her face.

Bo Jinghuai felt a pang in his heart as he watched her cry.

He cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss away her tears.

The salty and astringent taste mingled with the sweet rose scent emanating from her.

"Don't cry," he said. "It won't happen again."

Su Jingsheng sniffed and whispered, "Are you being nice to me now because you pity me?"

Bo Jinghuai paused.

He stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

The laughter was low and tinged with self-deprecation.

"Su Jingsheng," he said, "when have I, Bo Jinghuai, ever pitied anyone?"

He lowered his head and bit her lip.

It wasn't severe, but it carried a punitive connotation.

"If I only pity you," he said, pressing his lips to hers.

"I would have thrown you out long ago. Why would I let you sleep in my bed, wear my clothes, and spend my money?"

Su Jingsheng still had tears clinging to her eyelashes as she blinked.

Bo Jinghuai sighed.

He kissed her again, this time more gently, their lips entwined, savoring the moment.

Su Jingsheng obediently opened her mouth, letting him take what he wanted.

After kissing for a long time, Bo Jinghuai finally pulled away a little.

He looked at her rosy lips and whispered, "Tell me where you want to go and what you want to do in the future."

Su Jingsheng nodded.

Bo Jinghuai pressed his forehead against hers, "You're not allowed to hide away and cry alone."

"Um."

The little girl nodded; she was very well-behaved and delicate.

A fair and tender face, rosy lips, and a sweet taste.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her, unable to resist, and kissed her again, a passionate kiss.

The dormitory buildings in the distance were brightly lit.

In the grove, the shadows of the trees swayed.

In a secluded corner, the towering Enigma pinned the petite Omega against a tree, reluctant to part.

The sounds of kisses and soft moans echoed low in the night.

He wanted to carry her with him wherever he went.