He transmigrated into the body of the school heartthrob's spoiled ex-girlfriend, and he insiste

A clear morning after the rain.

A University Startup Incubation Park.

The blinds weren't closed properly.

A ray of golden sunlight slanted in, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air clearly.

The studio was very quiet.

The low-frequency hum from just a few server hosts sounded like a hypnotic white noise.

Jia Pengxiu's snoring stopped; he probably turned over.

Zhang Annian was still asleep, covered with a blanket made of several down jackets.

on the sofa.

Jiang Ci twitched his eyelids.

Her eyelashes trembled twice, and she slowly opened them.

The excruciating pain, as if it were splitting my head open, disappeared.

Instead, there is a kind of weakness after recovering from a serious illness, and a long-lost clarity.

The fever has subsided.

He instinctively reached out to rub his temples with his right hand.

I can't move.

My entire right arm felt numb and heavy, as if it had lost all feeling.

Jiang Ci tilted his head slightly.

My gaze followed the arm downwards.

Then, the frame freezes.

Beside the sofa.

On the carpet.

Wen Ning curled up into a small ball and lay on the edge of the sofa.

She pressed her cheek tightly against the back of his hand, using it as a pillow.

I was sleeping soundly.

Jiang Ci's pupils contracted slightly.

Memories return.

Last night I had a high fever and a series of chaotic dreams.

And then there was that fierce girl who snatched his computer, pushed him back onto the sofa, and forced him to take his medicine.

She said, "I'm not leaving."

She said, "I'll be right here watching you."

She really didn't leave.

I stayed by his side all night.

Jiang Ci did not withdraw his hand.

Even though that arm was so compressed that blood circulation was restricted, and it felt numb like being pricked with needles.

But he maintained that posture, remaining completely still.

He looked at her quietly.

The sunlight shone directly on her profile.

Her skin was very white, almost transparent, and you could even see the tiny bluish blood vessels under her skin.

Her eyes, which were always adorned with exquisite eye makeup and ready to "use their beauty to commit crimes," were tightly closed at this moment.

Long, curled eyelashes, like two small fans, cast a faint shadow under the eyelids.

The dark circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable against his fair skin.

That was proof that she had taken care of him all night.

Jiang Ci looked at her.

The emotions that had been dried up by the high fever in my heart were now being infused with a warm spring.

It was sour and astringent, yet also very filling.

He has always been an extremely rational person.

His plan for relationships is: at the right age, find the right person, proceed step by step, and not interfere with each other.

He once thought Wen Ning was an accident, a "trouble" that he needed to take responsibility for.

She's spoiled, dramatic, vain, and clingy.

She doesn't fit his criteria for a partner at all: "independent" and "sensible".

But at this moment.

Looking at her completely unguarded sleeping face.

Jiang Ci had no choice but to admit it.

This "trouble" has become ingrained in him.

It can't be pulled out.

It even generated a strong impulse that I had never felt before.

I want to hide her away.

He wanted to possess her.

It's not because of responsibility.

It's because...she is his weakness.

By some strange twist of fate.

Jiang Ci raised his left hand, which was still movable.

Long, slender fingers reached out.

The movements were as light as could be.

With his fingertips, he carefully brushed aside a stray strand of hair that clung to her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.

It didn't stop.

His fingertips slid down and touched her warm, delicate cheek.

It's soft.

Like a freshly peeled egg.

That tactile sensation traveled from my fingertips back to my brain.

Jiang Ci's breath hitched for a moment.

The heart inside the chest cavity began to race uncontrollably.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Each strike was heavier than the last, deafeningly loud.

【drop--!】

【warn!warn! 】

In Wen Ning's mind, the system that had been playing dead all night suddenly emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

[The male lead's "heartbeat value" has abnormally surged! The value has exceeded the safety threshold!]

[Beep—Detector malfunction! Detector malfunction!]

[How is this possible? Is he using a self-deception strategy?!]

The piercing alarm forcibly pulled Wen Ning from her sleep.

She frowned slightly, still half-asleep.

Her eyelashes trembled a few times.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

The vision went from blurry to clear.

The first thing I saw.

It was Jiang Ci's eyes, so close yet so deep they seemed capable of drowning someone.

And there was that hand pressed against her cheek.

The two looked at each other.

The air froze for three seconds.

Wen Ning's brain was still malfunctioning.

next second.

She suddenly realized what was happening and sat up straight like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"W-What are you doing!"

She shrank back in fright and almost bumped into the sofa leg.

He subconsciously raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Thankfully, I didn't drool.

Jiang Ci's hand hung in mid-air.

He calmly withdrew it, showing no embarrassment at being caught.

He concealed the burning intensity in his eyes without batting an eye, leaving only a faint smile.

"woke up?"

he asks.

Wen Ning looked at him.

What's wrong with this person?

Why is there something strange about her eyes?

What's with that look in his eyes that seems to want to devour her, yet he can't bear to do it?

"What are you looking at!"

To hide his panic, Wen Ning glared back fiercely.

"Now that you're awake, get up and get to work... no, get up and get some water!"

She got up, her knees a little numb from kneeling.

She leaned closer and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Is it still burning?"

Place your palms on your forehead.

It's cold.

The fever has finally subsided.

Wen Ning let out a long sigh of relief, and her whole body relaxed.

"You scared me to death... If you get brain damage from the fever, I'll have to take care of a idiot."

Jiang Ci let her hand rest on his forehead.

He looked at her stubborn but soft-hearted demeanor, and at the bloodshot eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He stretched out his hand.

He took her hand that was pressed against his forehead.

That was his right hand, which had been pressed down all night and whose blood was finally beginning to circulate.

I feel a bit numb and don't have much strength.

But the grip on her was firm.

"Refund."

Jiang Ci spoke.

Because he had just recovered from a fever, his voice was extremely hoarse, with a kind of rough, magnetic quality.

There was also a kind of... tender and lingering gentleness that I had never experienced before.

"Thanks."

He looked into her eyes and said, slowly and deliberately:

"girlfriend."

That one word, "girlfriend."

It's not a name used to address outsiders, nor is it an excuse to get by.

Rather, it is a true confirmation of ownership.

Wen Ning's hand trembled.

My ears feel like they're about to catch fire again.

It’s over.

The system seems to be right.

The male lead's "heart-fluttering" level seems a bit off.