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

Bo Jinghuai was speechless.

He looked at the little girl in his arms; her almond-shaped eyes were still red, and her little mouth was slightly pouting, as if she had been wronged.

Yes, he did say before that they were in a secret relationship and couldn't let anyone know.

At that time, he still acted like a prince, thinking that taking in a bankrupt ex-girlfriend was just a mutually beneficial arrangement, a game for fun.

But now...

Bo Jinghuai stared at Su Jingsheng's face; it was so tender, with moist eyes and long, thick eyelashes.

Now he's a little tired of playing.

He wanted to hold her hand openly, to kiss her in front of everyone, and to tell those who were staring at her, "This is my Omega."

But the words caught in his throat.

Seeing that he remained silent for a while, Su Jingsheng asked softly, "Jinghuai?"

Bo Jinghuai snapped out of his reverie, cleared his throat, and feigned modesty: "Mm."

Su Jingsheng blinked: "So, did you agree?"

Bo Jinghuai did not respond.

He released his arms from her waist, leaned back into the sofa, crossed his long legs, and looked thoughtful.

Su Jingsheng was still sitting sideways on his lap when she saw him suddenly pull his arm away. Her body swayed, and she quickly supported herself against his chest with her small hands.

Bo Jinghuai looked at her flustered appearance, the corners of his lips curved up, but he quickly suppressed it.

He reached out and pinched her cheek, not too hard, but enough to make her fair cheeks puff out slightly.

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

"Have you forgotten who came to me first to ask me to get back together?"

Su Jingsheng was taken aback, then blinked her almond-shaped eyes: "It's me."

"So now you're making demands of me?" Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow.

"Does saying we can't kiss mean we can't kiss at all?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and said softly, "That's different."

"How is it different?" Bo Jinghuai stared at her.

The little girl stopped talking.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, making her look pitiful.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, and his teasing intentions dissipated.

He put his arm around her waist again and pulled her closer to him.

"Alright." His voice softened.

"No kissing downstairs in the dorm, okay?"

Su Jingsheng looked up, her eyes lighting up: "Really?"

"Mm," Bo Jinghuai responded, his fingers gently caressing her waist. "But in other places, I'm in charge."

Before Su Jingsheng could react, Bo Jinghuai had already lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"In the apartment," he said, touching her lips with his finger. "I can kiss you whenever I want."

The little girl muttered, "Domineering."

Bo Jinghuai heard this and raised an eyebrow: "So what if I'm domineering?"

She didn't reply, burying her face in his chest.

Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her and gently patted her back.

But a fierce internal struggle was raging within him.

For a split second, he almost blurted it out.

Let's get back together, let's go public, let everyone know you're mine.

But the words stuck in his throat.

The arrogant and domineering Su Jingsheng from three years ago is still etched in his memory.

Although she has changed now, becoming more delicate and gentle, she still says she's in pain with red eyes.

But he was still worried.

What if she's just pretending?

What if she gets a formal title and then goes back to the way she was before?

Bo Jinghuai made a decision.

Give her two more months.

If she remains as obedient, innocent, and docile as she is now for the next two months, without bullying or being arrogant.

Then he would get back together with her, make it public, and be with her openly and honestly.

As for now...

Bo Jinghuai looked down at the obedient little girl in his arms.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky: "Su Jingsheng."

"Um?"

"You'd better perform well these next two months," Bo Jinghuai said. "If you satisfy me..."

He paused, deliberately leaving his sentence unfinished.

Su Jingsheng tilted her head up, her almond-shaped eyes full of curiosity: "How about it, are you satisfied?"

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

He lowered his head and took a deep breath into her neck.

"If you're satisfied, I'll reward you."

Su Jingsheng's eyes crinkled into a smile: "What reward?"

Bo Jinghuai did not answer.

He put his arm around her waist, supported her hips with his other hand, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.

Su Jingsheng gasped softly, wrapping her slender, white arms around his neck: "What are you doing?"

"Guess," Bo Jinghuai said in a low voice.

He went into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and then supported himself on top of her.

The bedroom was dimly lit, casting a warm glow on her fair face, making her almond-shaped eyes appear both innocent and alluring.

Bo Jinghuai began to kiss her, with a clear sense of possessiveness.

Su Jingsheng clutched the collar of his robe with her small hands, feeling comfortable from the kisses, and hummed softly.

Bo Jinghuai's hand slid up her waist, caressed her slender back, and found the hidden clasp...

The White Tiger loves the vibrant colors of spring and snow, frolicking freely and unrestrainedly...

Su Jingsheng bent her slender, white legs and kicked him.

"Jinghuai." Her voice was soft and sticky.

"You can't kiss like that in the bedroom."

Bo Jinghuai looked up at her flushed face.

"Not even the bedroom?" He raised an eyebrow.

Su Jingsheng nodded, her almond-shaped eyes welling up with tears.

Bo Jinghuai chuckled, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, then sneakily attacked her with his large hand.

"Then tell me, where would be a good place?"

Su Jingsheng was speechless, her body went limp, and she could only obediently let him enjoy himself at will.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Bo Jinghuai finally kissed her again.

He held Su Jingsheng in his arms, his fingers gently patting her smooth, tender back.

The little girl lay on his chest, breathing softly.

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her flushed face.

"I've got it." His voice was low and hoarse.

"Do your best these next two months."

Su Jingsheng nodded drowsily, her eyes almost closed.

Looking at her obedient appearance, Bo Jinghuai felt increasingly aroused, but he restrained himself.

He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the forehead.

"Go to sleep if you're tired."

Su Jingsheng hummed in agreement, snuggled closer to him, and closed her eyes.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her quiet appearance.

two months.

He gave her two months.

Give yourself two months.

If she's still this obedient, gentle, and naive two months from now...

Then he accepted it.

What's done is done.

Anyway, he's never cared about anyone this much in his life.