Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

The warmth of the meal hadn't yet dissipated when steam began to rise from the bathroom.

Ge Xi first adjusted the water temperature, tested it with her hand, and then pulled Qi Ran inside.

The warm water washed away the day's fatigue.

His favorite thing was to give Qi Ran a fragrant bath.

His lover was like a delicious cake, making him unbearably hungry and filled with a complex appetite.

His fingers ran through Qi Ran's slightly curly black hair, his fingertips gently massaging her scalp. The pressure was so comfortable that Qi Ran couldn't help but squint her eyes, like a cat being stroked.

A bit of foam accidentally got on Qi Ran's nose, making her feel itchy.

Ge Xi lowered her head to wipe it off for him, her nose brushing against his cheek.

"Brother Xi, you're bullying me again..." Qi Ran shrank her neck, tickled, and laughed softly.

"If I don't bully you, who else should I bully?"

After taking a shower, Ge Xi wrapped Qi Ran up tightly with a dry towel and carried her to the dressing table in the bedroom.

The hairdryer was blowing warm air, and Ge Xi's fingers gently combed through his wet, curly hair, her movements incredibly tender.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Qi Ran's fluffy hair. Long silver hair hung down, brushing against Qi Ran's neck, causing a ticklish sensation.

"Brother Xi, it tickles!" Qi Ran tilted her head to avoid it, her glasses fogged up with a thin layer of moisture, her eyes wet.

Because the character is supposed to be nearsighted, Qi Ran hasn't gotten used to it yet. She stares blankly at things and sometimes can't react.

Ge Xi turned off the hairdryer, pinched his reddened earlobe with her fingertips, and chuckled softly: "It's okay if it tickles, because my baby is so delicious."

He leaned down and placed a light kiss on Qi Ran's head.

The faint scent of shampoo lingered around her nose, mixed with the soft, unique smell of the boy, making Ge Xi crave it and her heart flutter.

When I got back to bed, the moonlight outside the window was just right, softly bathing the entire bed.

Ge Xi pulled Qi Ran into her arms, rested her chin on his shoulder, and gently breathed on his neck.

His fingers moved very lightly, slowly gliding along Qi Ran's waistline, causing the boy to tremble and shrink even tighter into his arms.

"No... Brother Xi..."

Qi Ran's voice trembled slightly, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes behind her glasses were watery, as if they held stars.

They did it just yesterday, and now they're doing it again. Qi Ran is finding it hard to keep up.

Ge Xi didn't speak, but lowered her head to kiss the corner of his eye, kissing away the tiny drops of water clinging to his eyelashes.

He liked seeing Qi Ran like this, liked seeing him blush and his heart race because of him, liked seeing him only have eyes for him.

Silver hair fell down, obscuring their intertwined figures, making the moonlight seem exceptionally gentle.

Qi Ran was breathless from the kiss, and reached out to grasp a strand of his silver hair, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Ge Xi's kiss was light, yet it carried an irresistible tenderness, from the corner of her eyes to the corner of her lips, and then to her reddened earlobe, every touch filled with careful and cherished affection.

The night was quiet, with only the soft breathing of the two of them mingling together like a gentle song.

If the room lights were on, Qi Ran would see a pair of silver transparent wings that would instantly appear behind Ge Xi when she was moved.

When the silver insect wings fold, they resemble two stacked glass blades, outlining a smooth arc along its back.

The wing veins are darker and more translucent than silver, interwoven like a spider web, dividing the entire wing surface into countless diamond-shaped shimmering areas.

Occasionally, it trembles slightly, its wingtips lightly sweeping through the air, carrying an eerie beauty.

Those were the unique insect wings that only the insect queen possessed. At this moment, they drooped slightly, enveloping Qi Ran and also blocking out Qi Ran's cries.

The night was too long, and Qi Ran was in a daze, unable to see anything in the darkness.

Ge Xi likes to do it with the lights off, and it takes a long time.

Once everything had calmed down, Ge Xi held Qi Ran in her arms, tidied his messy hair, and gently traced his eyebrows and eyes with her fingertips.

The moonlight fell on Qi Ran's face, her long eyelashes drooped, and a slight grievance lingered at the corners of her mouth. She slept peacefully and sweetly.

Ge Xi lowered her head and placed a goodnight kiss on the corner of his lips, her blue eyes overflowing with tenderness, like a shattered galaxy.

He originally intended to use Qi Ran and then get rid of her, but Qi Ran was too delicious, and Ge Xi had selfish thoughts.

Once he's fully matured, he'll take Qi Ran away and keep her as his only pet.

His baby can do nothing but cry in bed. How can he survive in this chaotic world without him?

Those filthy sentries don't deserve his little pet; a pet can only have one master.

Qi Ran had no choice but to accept him.

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Morning light streamed through the hospital's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm, dappled patterns on the polished floor.

Wearing a white coat and with her silver hair tied up high, Ge Xi stood tall and straight at the entrance of the top-floor clinic, waiting for the high-ranking sentries to arrive one after another.

His expression was gentle yet distant, his blue eyes as calm as the deep sea.

As he raised his hand to lead the sentry through the door, his fingertips twitched slightly.

He exuded a faint ripple of spiritual energy, precisely calming the other party's restless aura and skillfully initiating the process of channeling spiritual pollution.

In the consultation room on the first floor, Qi Ran presented a completely different scene.

He wore the same white coat, and his tall, slender figure looked particularly refreshing in the consultation room. His round eyes behind his thin-rimmed glasses always had a soft smile on them when he looked at people.

He only received low-ranking sentries.

Most of them were teenagers who had just awakened to their newfound abilities, or those who had returned hastily from the battlefield.

There were also young sentries receiving guidance for the first time, their faces filled with barely concealed nervousness and anticipation.

Because Qi Ran's diversion service is inexpensive, he is busier.

Around noon, a boy wearing an old-fashioned military green uniform pushed open the door and came in.

The boy's clothes were still a little dusty, and he subconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes as he entered the room, his eyes scanning the consultation room nervously.

He was a C-level Sentinel who had just returned from the battlefield. His spiritual form was a falcon whose wings were not yet fully grown. At this moment, it was huddled in his spiritual world, flapping its wings restlessly.

"Please sit down."

Qi Ran stood up, her voice soft and sweet, and pulled over a chair to place next to the examination bed.

The boy sat down awkwardly, rubbing his fingertips on his knees, and whispered, "Doctor... I... I want to have mental pollution therapy."

He paused, then added, "I originally wanted to book a room with Director Ge Xi on the top floor, but... it's too expensive. I'd need to save up for six months' salary, and I'd have to wait in line."

As he spoke, his cheeks flushed red, as if afraid that Qi Ran would find his "second-best" choice, and he hurriedly explained.

"I might be a little dirty..."

Previously, even the military's supervisors had looked down on him, so the boy nervously showed the inspection materials to Qi Ran.

"It's okay, Brother Xi's treatment is very good, there will be opportunities in the future."

Qi Ran comforted him, her smile as gentle as a spring breeze, "Relax first, we'll take it slowly."

Qi Ran helped the boy lie down, then sat on the edge of the bed, gently placing her fingertips on the boy's forehead.

Qi Ran's spiritual form is a pure white silver butterfly.

As spiritual energy was slowly injected, wings shimmering with a faint light fluttered and flew off his shoulder, leisurely entering the boy's spiritual world.