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

Li Yaoyao lay on the small wooden bed in her bedroom.

He crossed his legs and ate a tomato he had just picked from the trellis in the backyard.

It was sandy and juicy; one bite made her squint and wiggle her toes because it was so sweet.

My mother would push open the door every half hour to deliver something.

Freshly cut watermelon, peeled loquats, and mung bean soup chilled with well water.

I wish I could feed her like a little piglet and put her back to factory settings.

She was mentally planning how to continue being a "troublemaker" who didn't overstep boundaries after returning to Beijing.

The system's voice drifted in leisurely.

[Host, you can't hide forever. Qi Yuge's interest in you is obvious. You need to take it a step further and take the initiative.]

Li Yaoyao almost choked on the tomato in her mouth.

"I really can't do it."

"What is my relationship with him now? To put it simply, we're just having an ambiguous relationship; to put it bluntly, I'm the other woman between him and Shen Qiongluo."

"Whether it's shallow or deep, they're both adulterers."

You've fallen into a misconception.

The system's tone suddenly turned that of an old scholar.

[If Qi Yuge isn't serious, you should be just as indifferent.]

[All you need to do is lure him with your body; you don't need to invest any emotions. That's all it takes to be a qualified troublemaker.]

"Hmm? How do we do it?"

Li Yaoyao frowned.

The system remained silent for a moment.

Here's something I'll show you. I've sent it to your phone, check it out.

Li Yaoyao swiped her phone screen, and a file transfer request popped up on WeChat.

The filename is an ambiguous English phrase with the suffix TXT.

She clicked on it without thinking much about it.

Then her phone started reading aloud automatically.

An emotionless AI female voice then rang out.

But it can read aloud, word by word, content that makes your blood run cold.

"The man's salty sweat dripped onto the woman's lips, like a drop of scalding hot xx."

The woman tilted her head back, clung to his shoulder, and let out a suppressed moan.

The sound blasted from the speaker of her three-year-old cheap knock-off phone, the volume turned up to the maximum.

They were launched back and forth in a small room partitioned by wooden planks.

"Turn off your damn phone!"

Li Yaoyao jumped up from the bed.

She pressed the screen randomly.

Then the screen flickered and froze completely.

But the AI ​​didn't stop.

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Meanwhile, a private plane landed at the airport closest to the small southern town.

Qi Yuge got off the plane and changed into a black SUV. The navigation showed that the destination was still forty kilometers away on a rural road.

As he turned the steering wheel onto the dirt road with one hand, the wheels kicked up a cloud of mud as they ran over the gravel.

In less than half a day, he was already standing at the door of Li Yaoyao's house.

Opening the trunk revealed bags and packages of gifts.

He's not a considerate person, but now that anything happens to Li Yaoyao, he becomes completely abnormal.

He concluded that it was just a passing interest.

Standing in front of the courtyard, he felt as if he had traveled back to the 1970s or 80s.

The Crown Prince rarely saw such a scene.

Just then, Meng Xia came back from the field with a bag of freshly dug potatoes. The hem of her floral shirt was tucked into her waistband, and she was wearing a pair of mud-covered canvas shoes.

She saw a strange man standing at her door. She first looked him over warily, then took two steps closer.

His gaze shifted from wariness to amazement.

"Wow, what a handsome guy!"

She put the sack on the ground and wiped the mud off her pants with both hands.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Auntie, I'm looking for Li Yaoyao."

Qi Yuge bowed slightly, his tone polite in no way showing the disrespectful attitude one might expect from a young master in the capital.

"Yaoyao? You're looking for our Yaoyao?"

The mother's eyes lit up. She looked him up and down several times, becoming more and more satisfied with each look.

"Wow, how does she know a handsome guy like you?!"

Before Qi Yuge could answer, his mother had already opened the courtyard gate for him and brushed the pollen off his shoulders.

She shouted into the house.

"Daughter! Someone's looking for you!"

Then he pointed to the innermost closed wooden door.

"Go in and find her. Just knock on the door, and you can call her for dinner."

Qi Yuge walked to the wooden door, raised his hand to knock, but suddenly paused.

The door is an old-fashioned wooden door with a gap about half a finger's width, so the sound insulation is practically nonexistent.

A cacophony of voices came from inside the door, the monotone recitation of words that shouldn't appear in any normal social setting.

It was accompanied by Li Yaoyao's embarrassed and angry shouts.

He raised an eyebrow and listened for a moment.

He chuckled softly and pushed open the door.

Li Yaoyao was rolling off the edge of the bed.

She squeezed the half-eaten tomato, and the juice splashed out, dripping down her fair wrist.

The culprit, the counterfeit phone, slid out of her other hand and all the way to Qi Yuge's feet.

With the screen facing upwards, the AI ​​female voice was still relentlessly reciting the last sentence.

The woman said dreamily, "Brother, I want it."

The man replied violently, "It's all yours, it's all yours."

The phone bumped against his feet and finally went black.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Li Yaoyao sat on the ground, wearing an old nightgown with a frayed collar.

There was a small hole in the left cuff, revealing a bit of skin on the shoulder.

She was barefoot, her toes curled up in embarrassment, and tomato juice was still dripping from her wrist, not yet wiped clean.

She looked up at the man standing at the door, towering over her, her face showing an expression as if she had just been struck by lightning.

Qi Yuge bent down and picked up the still-hot knock-off phone, placing it on the table next to him.

Then he crouched down, reached out his hand, and gently tapped the edge of the hole in the left sleeve of her pajamas with his fingertips.

His knuckles brushed against the cool skin of her shoulder, tapping it lightly twice.

"So lonely and restless?"

His voice was low, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a lazy and casual quality.

"I'll help you."

"Huh? No..."

Before she could finish refusing, he grabbed her under the armpit and lifted her up.

He reached the bedside, wrapped his other hand around her waist, and tossed her onto the bed.

"Ouch!"

Li Yaoyao was hurt when the wooden bed hit her.

He immediately leaned in and placed his hands on either side of her body.

He imprisoned her in a gap less than half an arm's length between the mattress and his chest.

Li Yaoyao cried out in terror, "Don't come any closer!!!"

He chuckled.

He lowered his head and slowly but firmly grasped her wrist.

Then press your lips against it.

The tip of my tongue started from her wrist bone and slowly moved upwards along the trail of tomato juice.

The red color was replaced by a transparent watermark.

Then he opened his mouth and took a bite of tomato from the spot where Li Yaoyao had eaten.

The juice burst between his teeth and dripped down the corners of his mouth.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it off, then looked down at her and licked the corner of his mouth.

Laughed.

"Yaoyao is so sweet."