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

Shen Qiongluo's voice was sharp and urgent, startling several whispering classmates.

He awkwardly fell silent.

Her gaze was fixed on the figure crossing the zebra crossing across the street.

She walked slowly, her white T-shirt clinging slightly to her body in the evening breeze, outlining the soft curves from her ribs to her waist.

Jeans are the most common straight-leg style, but they taper into a rounded transition at the hips.

She took off her black-rimmed glasses, revealing a round face that already had the outline of a pointed chin.

Her delicate facial features gradually became apparent.

Her curly hair was tied into a low ponytail, and when the wisps of hair in front of her forehead were blown by the wind, she had a natural and playful charm.

Soft and sweet.

His gloomy and self-conscious demeanor has almost disappeared.

Several people who passed by turned around.

One cyclist even nearly crashed into a utility pole.

Shen Qiongluo bit her lower lip.

Will not.

It couldn't be Qi Yuge.

With trembling fingers, she opened WeChat and sent a message to Qi Yuge.

"Where are you?"

The reply from the other side: "Parking lot."

Shen Qionglu stared at the information and let out a long sigh of relief.

The parking lot entrance is at the west gate of the school, which is separated from the main gate by an entire campus.

She put her phone back in her handbag, straightened her back, and turned to walk towards the auditorium.

She has a grand finale performance tonight, so she can't let this little thing throw her off balance.

The anniversary gala was held in the Centennial Auditorium of the Capital University, where the crystal chandelier on the dome illuminated the entire hall in a magnificent golden light.

When Shen Qiongluo appeared, all the lights in the venue went out, with only a spotlight shining on her.

Just like that confession performance.

Shen Qiongluo performed consistently well this time.

Li Yaoyao sat in the corner of the last row of the auditorium, her hands supporting her chin, her eyes wide with amazement.

It must be admitted that Shen Qiongluo is a natural-born center of attention.

As the final freeze-frame was completed, the entire audience erupted in applause.

The host went on stage to announce that Shen Qiongluo had won the "Outstanding Alumni Rising Star Award" at this year's school anniversary celebration.

Outstanding achievements in the cultural and artistic fields during their time at the university will be recognized, and their names will be engraved on the honor wall of the university history museum.

Li Yaoyao pursed her lips, a hint of envy rising in her heart.

Shen Qiongluo's excellence is destined to leave a significant mark on the history of Beijing University.

Then she saw a girl in a little dress jump off the stage.

I jogged through the side passage of the stands towards a person standing in the shadows in the corner.

Qi Yuge.

Shen Qiongluo pounced on him, hooked her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe.

She planted a kiss on his cheek.

Qi Yuge's arms hung at his sides, offering no response.

But he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

It was handed to her.

Shen Qiongluo took the bouquet and hugged it to her chest, then looked up at him and smiled.

The surrounding students erupted in a commotion.

"Give me a kiss!" "The school beauty is so lucky!" "What kind of fairytale love is this?"...

The cheers rose in waves, and Shen Qionglu buried her face in the bouquet, revealing a sweet smile.

Li Yaoyao looked away.

She looked down at the indelible oil stain on her canvas bag.

A bitter feeling welled up inside me, a feeling I couldn't quite explain.

"Noisy."

She spoke in her mind, her voice muffled.

"They're so sweet together right now, if I interfere, won't I get struck by lightning?"

Relax.

The system's tone carried the confidence of someone with experience.

Qi Yuge is now only interested in physical intimacy with everyone, not emotional connection.

Don't feel guilty, just stir things up however you like.

Li Yaoyao pouted.

"Damn scumbag. Rotten carrot."

She cursed under her breath.

She suddenly found it hard to watch the rest of the program.

Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Zhou Huai'an, inviting her to play ball at Yujingtai.

Li Yaoyao lowered her head and typed "Coming," then crouched down and slipped out from the last row.

When I reached the entrance of the passageway.

She tripped over a bag strap that was lying across her leg, and stumbled.

A girl next to her gave her an impatient shove.

"Don't stop us from shipping this couple, if you want to leave, then leave quickly."

Li Yaoyao pouted.

But he still walked away hunched over, looking pathetic.

From the auditorium to the school gate, you have to walk through a tree-lined path.

This road is a popular spot for couples on campus to stroll during the day.

The two sides are lined with decades-old plane trees, whose canopies intertwine overhead to form a green tunnel.

But at night, the woods along this road become a sacred place in another sense.

Suitable for doing sticky things.

He cried out to heaven and earth, but received no response.

Li Yaoyao had never been here before.

She doesn't need that.

But now she's been dragged in.

A hand reached out from behind her, grabbed her ponytail, and roughly pulled her into the shadows of the trees by the roadside.

Her back bumped into the rough bark of a sycamore tree, causing her to groan in pain.

A burning hot hand covered her mouth, while the other hand gripped her waist and pinned her to the tree trunk.

"Come with me, Li Yaoyao?"

The voice came in close to her ear.

The hot breath carried a strong, pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol, both greasy and acrid.

She has severe night blindness and could not see anything in this almost dark environment.

All I could feel was the warmth brushing against the nape of her neck.

But that voice.

She could tell.

Ling Che.

What is he doing here?

Why is it still haunting us?

Ling Che's breathing was heavy and labored, carrying the sense of loss of control unique to drunkenness.

He grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her head back, while his other hand roughly kneaded her waist.

"You bitch..."

He leaned close to her hair, took a greedy breath, and let out a sigh of satisfaction that sent chills down one's spine.

"I noticed you a long time ago, ever since you got out of that luxury car."

His fingers twisted her ponytail so tightly that it made her scalp tingle.

"With another man? Huh? You...you slut...who did you hook up with?"

He pulled her head back a little further, but every word he uttered carried a violent possessiveness.

"Such a beauty, and you're not the first one I've ever enjoyed? Look at you now, all innocent and wanton, do you know how attractive you are, huh?"

"Just watching you cross the street makes me want to pin you to the ground..."

As he spoke, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply.

Anger and desire burned through his body like wildfire.

I have to get her done today.

Anyway, I'm about to graduate, so what if I force myself on someone?

His family's influence always allowed him to suppress others.

On the contrary, I thought of Shen Qiongluo.

What's there for her to do?

Unlike this one, this is much more exciting.

"Don't move!"

He twisted her hands behind her back.

His voice was hoarse and urgent, carrying a morbid obsession.

"I'll take good care of you—"