Transmigrated into a lewd little pervert, the crazy boss's kiss made his legs weak.

Qi Yuge walked to the center of the sofa and sat down with an air of authority.

He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back.

Immediately, a waiter came running over with a cigar case and a whiskey glass.

The waiter bent his knees to light a cigarette.

He raised his right hand and waved it casually.

The waiter stood there, following his gaze, and then tactfully stepped back.

He raised an eyebrow.

Directly facing Li Yaoyao.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

Others don't want you, so you have to serve them.

Li Yaoyao stood by the pool table, her fingers unconsciously clenching the chalk in her hand.

She pouted, took a half step back, and bumped her back against the edge of the pool table.

[You little simp!]

The system in my mind called out in a tone of disappointment and frustration.

Go up there! Have you forgotten your plan to seduce the male lead?

Li Yaoyao's voice was desperate yet calm.

"The sacrifice was too great, sob sob sob."

Zhou Huai'an opened his mouth as if to say something.

Qi Yuge's gaze swept over.

He didn't show much expression, he just lowered his eyelids slightly.

Zhou Huai'an swallowed hard and dared not utter a sound.

Li Yaoyao bit her lip and moved over step by step.

When I walked up to Qi Yuge, the cigar cutter and lighter were already laid out on the coffee table.

They lay neatly in a dark brown leather tray, waiting for her to pick them up.

She bent down and picked up the lighter.

The metal casing was cold and pressed against her sweaty palms.

"Noisy."

She thought to herself.

"I really can't kneel down."

Qi Yuge leaned back on the sofa, looking up at her.

This angle is perfect for seeing her struggle.

Every trace of resistance was written on his face.

He clearly enjoyed the scene.

A wicked, slow-burning pleasure rose in my heart.

Seeing how distorted her expression was, Qi Yuge finally laughed.

"I don't have to kneel when someone lights my cigarette."

He said it in a lazy voice.

"Just sit on my lap."

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at his hip.

Li Yaoyao was stunned and remained silent for three seconds.

Then she lowered her head.

He spoke in an extremely sincere, almost worried tone:

"But what if I accidentally step on you?"

The private room fell silent.

Then Zhou Huai'an sprayed all the whiskey he had just drunk onto the young master's pants next to him.

Then laughter erupted.

One young master even slid off the sofa and sat on the carpet.

He was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking as he leaned on the edge of the coffee table.

"Afraid of—pressing—you—down—holy crap, hahaha—"

Zhou Huai'an laughed until tears streamed down his face, wiping his mouth with a tissue while slapping his thigh.

"Yaoyao, you're such a talent!"

A young man who looked familiar to Li Yaoyao wiped away tears of laughter.

He winked at her.

"You're not fat at all! By the way, haven't you lost a lot of weight since then?"

"I didn't notice it when I first saw you, but looking at you today... those lines are pretty good."

Another person chimed in, their tone carrying a hint of serious scrutiny.

"This girl is really good at staying slim, with a great figure. Look at you, so capable."

Li Yaoyao was stunned.

She could tell that these young masters meant no harm, unlike the sarcastic people at school.

There's a hidden barb behind every word.

She suddenly asked the system in her mind.

"Could it be due to an increase in beauty?"

[Related.]

The clamor carried a hint of pride.

It's as if Li Yaoyao's beauty was cultivated by its own hands.

[Your beauty score is now 70. Your skin is smoother, your facial features are softer, and your body proportions are also improving.]

You look much prettier than before.

Li Yaoyao lowered her head, a smile she couldn't suppress curving up at the corners of her mouth.

That smile was shy.

This smile, as seen by Qi Yuge, was completely misinterpreted as something else entirely.

He squinted, a hint of inexplicable irritation in his eyes.

A group of men were staring at her, and she actually smiled?

And he was still laughing like that...

So shameless.

He reached out and grabbed Li Yaoyao's wrist.

Before Li Yaoyao could even cry out, she was pulled away by an irresistible force.

She lost her balance and fell into his arms.

Her legs instinctively parted, and she straddled his raised leg.

The man's powerful waist and abdomen made her involuntarily tighten her thighs.

She instinctively clamped her fingers together.

Qi Yuge bounced the leg that was crossed over her slightly, weighing her in his hand.

It's like weighing a newly acquired prey.

Then he let out a low, ambiguous hum, tinged with surprise.

It's not heavy at all.

It could even be said to be too light.

She looks quite plump, but when you actually lift her, she doesn't feel as heavy as the barbell plates he usually uses for leg training.

"Why are you dressed so provocatively?"

He glanced down at her full curves.

His voice was indifferent, but his tone dropped half a degree.

"Wear looser clothes from now on."

Li Yaoyao's eyes widened.

It's like snow falling in June—a complete and utter injustice!

The black tight-fitting T-shirt she was wearing was clearly a size L in the photos, but it actually measured as a size M.

I only wore it because there was no shipping insurance.

Unscrupulous businesses are creating anxiety among women...

Reject distorted aesthetics!

Li Yaoyao complained to the system.

"You can even find this slutty? It's true what they say, dirty people see filth everywhere."

The system remained silent.

Li Yaoyao tried to wake up the system.

"Noisy?"

[Don't say anything.]

The system's voice had a breathy quality, as if afraid of disturbing some extremely precious scene.

Let me admire the male lead's stunning good looks up close!

I'm seeing this from your retina; you're currently facing his collarbone.

[Such a large Adam's apple, such a perfect jawline, such a straight nose, such long eyelashes~~]

Li Yaoyao was speechless.

Then, a beat later, she realized something.

Qi Yuge was rocking her around like she was on a rocking horse.

Well.

Good society dies.

She hurriedly jumped off his lap.

When I landed, the soles of my cloth shoes slipped on the marble floor, and I almost lost my balance.

Her whole face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

She didn't dare look at the expressions of the people around her, lowered her head, picked up the cigar cutter, and cut off the cigar tip.

Before we could even order, the door to the private room was pushed open.

The bodyguard, who looked familiar, strode in.

His face remained expressionless.

But he was carrying a woman in his hand.

He grabbed her by the back of her collar and half-dragged, half-pulled her into the private room.

He threw the woman onto the carpet.

His knee slammed against the hard edge where the marble and carpet met, making a dull thud.

Her curly hair fell down, covering most of her face, and she wore a suspender dress to show off her slightly plump figure.

The hem of her skirt was torn, revealing a small patch of abraded skin on her thigh.

She looked up, her face covered in tears and fear.

She crawled forward a few steps on her knees and grabbed Qi Yuge's ankle.

Her fingers gripped the cuffs of his trousers, and her whole body trembled.

"Young Master Qi, please spare me!"

Her voice was hoarse and broken.

"It wasn't me, I didn't mean to!"

"Please, spare me..."