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

He usually either pinches her or bites her.

They either verbally or psychologically attack her.

Why are you suddenly starting to talk sweetly now that you're engaged?

She was about to ask, "Did you take the wrong medicine?" when the breathing on the other end of the line suddenly became heavier.

One sound after another, carrying a familiar, sticky, scalding sensation.

His voice also changed, becoming so hoarse that the syllables were almost inaudible; he just kept calling her name over and over.

"Yaoyao, yaoyao," she repeated over and over, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Li Yaoyao was extremely worried.

She sprang out of bed and paced back and forth on the floor.

"Are you alright? Did you drink too much? Did someone drug your drink? Should I call an ambulance for you? How far is the nearest hospital in the suburbs...?"

A low, hoarse, yet pleasurable "Damn" came through the receiver.

"Hmm? What's wrong with you?"

Li Yaoyao was filled with questions.

What's wrong with this person?

Did you hit your head and damage it?

The system finally couldn't stand it anymore.

[Host, Qi Yuge is alright, you don't need to worry. He'll be gone soon.]

"No, he sounds like he's about to die suddenly. I'm afraid something might happen to him."

He could indeed die suddenly now.

The system's tone was undeniably cold.

It's nothing more than the result of indulgence, lust, and excess.

Li Yaoyao's brain went blank.

Fearing she wouldn't understand, the system directly transmitted an animated image into her mind.

Animated GIF of a little person shaking their waist and spitting out nosebleed.

Li Yaoyao let out a disgusted "Uh—" and immediately put on a mask of pain.

She cursed "You pervert!" into the phone and then angrily hung up.

I was worried about him.

After hanging up the phone, Li Yaoyao wrinkled her nose to the sky.

·

For the next few days, Li Yaoyao stayed at Qin Lin's resettlement site from early morning to late at night.

Changing bandages for honey badgers, conducting behavioral observations on pangolins, and providing rehabilitation training for kestrels... they were so busy they barely had time to breathe.

She selectively replied to the WeChat messages sent by Qi Yuge.

Reply to every three comments, with each comment not exceeding three characters.

Intentional underhanded handling.

It doesn't even have a single punctuation mark.

The system wanted to give a reminder, and finally spoke up one afternoon when she was squatting in front of the cage, filing the tortoise's nails.

[Host, men are carnivores. If you keep ignoring him like this, his body will explode.]

[What if he can't hold back anymore, and a few more beautiful women appear around him? Wouldn't your task become even more difficult?]

Li Yaoyao paused, her hand holding the nail file still for a moment: "So?"

Give him a taste, but not quite his, keep him aloof, play hard to get...

[This is the professional quality of a qualified troublemaker.]

"Isn't this enough of a treat for me?" Li Yaoyao rolled her eyes.

"Qi Yuge was clearly not satisfied."

The system's tone was calm.

You've already raised his threshold quite high; the little treats you gave him before are probably just appetizers in his eyes.

You should respond.

Meanwhile, in a private room on the top floor of Yujingtai.

To celebrate Qi Yuge's engagement, the young men booked the largest private room.

Several bottles of wine were opened, and a bunch of people were sprawled out on the sofa.

The air was filled with the mixed scents of cigars, whiskey, and women's perfume.

Some people were playing drinking games, while others were whispering in each other's ears; the atmosphere was extravagant.

Qi Yuge sat in the center of the sofa, his long fingers holding a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid slowly swirling in the glass.

He stared blankly at the scene of debauchery before him.

She lacked both the previous ease and enthusiasm, and the elation that should accompany an engagement.

Nothing is right.

Zhou Huai'an walked over with a new young model in his arms, a smug grin on his face that was three parts drunk and seven parts gossipy. He plopped down next to her.

Behind them followed two other young men who were also familiar faces in the circle. The group gathered in a circle, holding their wine glasses.

"Hey, Young Master Qi, you're engaged, but you don't seem happy at all?"

Zhou Huai'an touched his cup to the rim of his.

"When are you going to bring your wife out for some fun, so the rest of us can share in the joy?"

Qi Yuge tilted his head back and gulped down half a glass of whiskey, the ice cubes clinking against the glass.

He put his glass on the coffee table and suddenly asked a question that instantly sobered everyone present up.

Do I look like a pervert?

The young men looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhou Huai'an's mouth was open, and the wine almost spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The silence lasted for a while, then several people spoke at the same time, chattering away:

"No... Young Master Qi, that's a question you asked..."

"Is that even a question? That's where your nickname comes from..."

"Didn't you used to think that being called 'pervert' was a compliment? Why are you like this today...?"

"It seems my sex life with my sister-in-law isn't going well... It seems she can't take it anymore?"

I don't know who was so quick to speak, but they just blurted out what was on their mind.

Qi Yuge shook his head and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The cigarette was held between my fingers, and I watched the embers slowly burn down to the edge of the filter.

I can't see through her.

The young men immediately exchanged knowing glances.

It wasn't my sister-in-law; it was someone else.

This is interesting.

Zhou Huai'an was the first to slap his thigh.

"If you ask me, given your previous style, Young Master Qi, if you can't get something, you'll just snatch it. Once you get it, you'll play with it for a while, but sooner or later you'll get tired of it. You might as well enjoy it sooner."

"Women are all the same. If you pamper them for a couple of days, they'll take advantage of you. If you leave them alone for a couple of days, they'll come crawling back to you."

Another young master nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, that's what you used to do, wasn't it? You'd just take whoever you fancied home. Why go through all this trouble? That's not like you, Young Master Qi."

Qi Yuge frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy as he listened, and stared at them as if he had seen a ghost.

"That's scumbag talk from you guys!"

The private room fell silent again.

Then the young men all started making a fuss, and Zhou Huai'an almost jumped up from the sofa.

"Isn't this exactly how you behave?! I learned all these bad habits from you! How dare you call us scumbags!"

Another young master slammed his fist on the coffee table in anguish.

"I was an innocent young man back then, and it was only after I got involved with you that I became like this! Now you're turning the tables on me..."

"Get out of here, you bunch of mediocre people, all you come up with are bad ideas."

Qi Yuge kicked them away one by one, picked up his phone and swiped the screen.

The group of young men dispersed, laughing and joking, continuing to drink and play drinking games, leaving him alone leaning against the corner of the sofa.

The light from the phone screen reflected on his face, making his eyes appear dim and unclear.

He unlocked his screen saver, stared at it for a moment, and then dialed a number.

"Li Yaoyao".

His voice was low and direct, without any opening remarks or preamble, getting straight to the point.

"Just one question: will you give me X or not?"