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

"Night Scene" KTV near the school.

The largest luxury suite.

The lighting was dim, and colorful spotlights swirled and swept across the walls, creating a dazzling effect.

The deafening music almost lifted the roof off.

Jia Pengxiu is a karaoke enthusiast, and he's holding the microphone and belting out "Borrow Five Hundred Years from Heaven" at the top of his lungs.

This was a victory celebration banquet.

It's also a carnival for young people.

As the absolute protagonist of the night, and the MVP who led the Computer Science Department to a comeback victory.

Jiang Ci naturally couldn't escape the fate of being forced to drink alcohol.

Although he is usually aloof, no one dares to misbehave.

But everyone was just too happy today, and having beaten their arch-rival, they couldn't contain their excitement.

One cup after another.

White wine and beer, mix them together.

Jiang Ci didn't really refuse.

I guess I was in a really good mood.

He sat in the main seat on the sofa, accepting all drinks offered and finishing them in one go.

After several rounds of drinks...

The atmosphere in the private room grew increasingly lively.

Wen Ning did not drink alcohol.

Using the excuse of "taking care of the drunkard," she hid in a corner on a single sofa, eating watermelon with a fruit plate.

However, his eyes never left Jiang Ci in the center of the crowd.

He looks...

Something seems different now.

Jiang Ci in his daily life is like an iceberg: meticulous, calm, and restrained.

This is him now.

He had changed out of the sweat-soaked jersey and put his black hoodie back on.

But he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and loosened his collar a bit.

Leaning back on the sofa, long legs stretched out casually.

His eyes no longer had that clear, sharp look.

Instead, it was covered with a thin layer of mist.

The corners of her eyes were red.

He exuded an unprecedented sense of languid decadence.

It's even... a little erotic.

"Brother Ci! Another drink!"

Then another teammate brought over a drink.

Jiang Ci waved his hand.

He didn't say anything, but simply supported himself on his knees and slowly stood up.

He swayed slightly, but quickly regained his balance.

He did not go to the restroom.

They didn't go outside for some fresh air either.

Amidst a cacophony of wailing and howling.

He walked straight to the corner.

They headed towards Wenning.

Wen Ning was stuffing a piece of cantaloupe into her mouth.

Seeing a large, dark shadow looming over me, I instinctively wanted to move to a different spot.

"You...you want to sit here?"

This is a single sofa.

Jiang Ci ignored her.

He walked up to her without asking her to move aside.

Instead, he simply turned around.

They squeezed into that small space.

"Why!"

Wen Ning exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Ci, like an unreasonable and domineering child, squeezed in next to her.

The sofa was already small.

The two people were huddled together, their bodies pressed together without any gap.

Followed by.

He stretched out his long arm.

He wrapped his arms around Wen Ning's waist from behind.

He pulled her into his arms, or between him and the sofa armrest.

"Don't move."

He whispered in her ear.

His voice was terribly hoarse and reeked of alcohol.

It wasn't an unpleasant stench, but rather a refreshing scent mixed with the minty body wash on his body, transforming into a slightly intoxicating hormonal aroma.

Wen Ning froze.

She was still holding a fork, and the cantaloupe was about to fall.

"Jiang...Jiang Ci? Are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk."

Jiang Ci denied it very quickly.

He lowered his head.

His forehead rested on Wen Ning's shoulder.

In that instant, Wen Ning felt a heavy weight.

That was the weight he gave her after he had completely relaxed.

He was rubbing against her.

Strands of hair brushed against her neck, causing a slight itch.

His breath sprayed onto her collarbone, scalding hot.

"It's so noisy."

He complained.

They complained that the singing over there was too awful.

Wen Ning's heart raced, and her face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

"Then...then shall we go back?"

"I won't reply."

Jiang Ci closed his eyes, tightened his arms, and held her even tighter.

"We still need to settle accounts."

Wen Ning: "?"

What accounts are we settling?

Didn't we win?

Jiang Ci did not immediately launch an attack.

He reached out a hand and grabbed Wen Ning's left hand, which was resting on her knee.

Play with it.

Pinch your fingertips, rub your palms.

His movements were casual, yet they carried a strong sense of control.

"today……"

He spoke slowly, his speech sluggish with the effects of intoxication, yet he emphasized every word.

"Why are you wearing red?"

Wen Ning: "..."

This whole thing isn't over yet.

"That was... a system task... no, it was to make me look healthy..."

Wen Ning dared not tell the truth and could only make things up.

"Red doesn't look good."

Jiang Ci frowned, like a capricious tyrant.

That's the color on the other side.

"I don't like you having other people's colors on you."

Wen Ning quickly nodded: "Okay, okay, I won't wear that anymore. I'll only wear white, alright?"

Jiang Ci seemed a little more satisfied.

But he had no intention of letting her go.

His fingers slipped between her fingers.

Their fingers are intertwined.

Then I picked it up and looked at it in front of my eyes.

Wen Ning's hands were very white, with slender and long fingers.

"besides."

Jiang Ci's tone became a bit somber.

It carried a distinct sour and aggrieved feeling.

"That sports department captain... what's his name again?"

"Zhang Ziyu".

"Yes, Zhang Ziyu."

When Jiang Ci read this name, his tone was so cold it was like ice crystals.

"Did he add you on WeChat before?"

"He even offered you water?"

"He even gave you that ugly flower ball?"

What kind of trivial and stale things are these?!

That was when she first entered university. Zhang Ziyu did pursue her, but she had already deleted him!

"No!"

Wen Ning felt the arm around her waist suddenly tighten, making her feel a little pain.

She quickly explained, fearing that the drunkard might go crazy.

"I deleted it a long time ago! I deleted it back in my freshman year!"

"He forced that floral bouquet on me!"

"I didn't drink any water! I only drank your water!"

Wen Ning's will to survive is off the charts.

In front of this slightly tipsy and possessive man, any hesitation would be fatal.

Jiang Ci opened his eyes.

Those slightly unfocused eyes were staring intently at her profile.

They seemed to be judging whether her words were true or false.

After a while.

He gave a soft hum.

"That would be best."

What type do you like?

He suddenly asked another question.

"A muscular man? All brawn and no brains?"

Wen Ning was both amused and exasperated.

"I don't like it! He's too muscular!"

In an attempt to appease him, Wen Ning began to relentlessly criticize and belittle him without any restraint.

"I like your type! You look slim in clothes but have a muscular physique underneath! Really!"

Jiang Ci's lips finally curled into a smile.

Although the arc is very small.

However, the dangerous aura emanating from him had clearly dissipated considerably.

"You have good taste."

He muttered something under his breath.

Then she buried her head back into the crook of her neck.

I took a deep breath.

That was a sweet fragrance that belonged only to her.

It got him even more intoxicated than alcohol.

Just then.

Jia Pengxiu over there cut the song.

Holding the microphone, he shouted:

"Brother Ci! Sister-in-law! Stop whispering in the corner!"

"Come sing! You're the MVP today, you have to sing a song!"

"How about a love song duet? 'Today You're Marrying Me'?"

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

"One more, please! One more, please!"

Wen Ning felt somewhat embarrassed.

She pushed the man who was as heavy as a mountain off her.

"Jiang Ci...they're calling you. Why don't you go sing a song?"

Jiang Ci didn't even raise his head.

He remained holding her, completely still.

It's like it's grown onto her body.

"I'm not going."

He replied lazily.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for a few people nearby to hear.

"I'm busy."

"I want to hug you for a while."

Jia Pengxiu: "..."

Zhang Annian: "..."

The entire team: "..."

Is this still the same aloof, abstinent, and career-driven Jiang Shen?

She's clearly a clingy little devil!

It's unbearable to look at.

It's unbearable to look at.

"Let's move on, forget about them."

Zhang Annian waved his hand, signaling everyone to continue playing.

"The young couple is still in the honeymoon phase, let's not be third wheels."

in the corner.

The light got dimmer.

Wen Ning felt the warm breath coming from her neck.

And that hand that always held her fingers tightly.

My heart was pounding wildly.

She turned her head to the side.

In the dim light, I looked at Jiang Ci's sleeping face, which was so close to mine.

Even when he was drunk, his features were still so beautiful they were captivating.

"Jiang Ci."

She called his name softly.

"Um."

He wasn't asleep.

I've been listening to it the whole time.

Are you... feeling unwell?

After drinking so much alcohol, your stomach must be upset.

"I don't feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Ci nuzzled her neck.

It's like they're looking for a more comfortable position.

"I'm just a little dizzy."

"There's still a little..."

He paused.

Her voice became extremely low and soft, as if it were a secret told only to her.

"I'm a little scared."

"I'm afraid that when I open my eyes, you'll have run off to the other side again."

Wen Ning's heart clenched.

A sour and astringent feeling instantly welled up inside.

She wrapped her arms around his head.

My fingers ran through his slightly stiff hair.

He coaxed softly:

No, it won't.

"I'm right here."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Jiang Ci didn't say anything more.

He simply held her arm even tighter.

It's as if they want to meld her into their very bones.

We'll never be apart again.