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

Sitting on her horse, Li Yaoyao looked down at the noble and refined horse farm owner and took two steps back.

She was somewhat uncomfortable with this innocent and pure persona.

She couldn't help but ask the system in her mind.

"Could I have been assimilated by Qi Yuge and turned into a pervert too?"

The system's answer was concise and to the point.

"...You already are."

Li Yaoyao pouted.

"cut."

Su Yannian cleared his throat and resumed his dignified and composed demeanor.

He led Li Yaoyao's horse and walked slowly along the fence.

"When you first get on the horse, get a feel for the rhythm first. Don't rush to control the reins yourself."

Li Yaoyao sat on the horse's back, her whole body stiff as a board.

He gripped the front of the saddle tightly with both hands, still trying to sound tough.

"No need, Mr. Su, how can I let you hold the leash? I can do it myself."

Su Yannian stopped and stood beside the horse's head.

One hand held the reins firmly, while the fingertips of the other gently rested on the back of her hand.

His palms were dry and warm, carrying the scent of leather and hay, and he gently squeezed the back of her hand.

Then he moved away and tapped her wrist.

"Put your hands here, don't grab the saddle."

"A horse's sense of direction is transmitted through the reins; if you grip the saddle tightly, it won't know what you're trying to do."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, still in that polite and gentle tone, but he slightly averted his gaze, not looking at her.

Li Yaoyao loosened the saddle and, imitating him, grasped the reins.

He nodded, stepped back half a step, and led the horse slowly forward.

For the next half hour, he patiently walked at a steady pace inside the fence, occasionally raising his hand to correct her posture.

He tapped her lower back with his fingertip, signaling her to straighten up.

Pat her calf to signal her to relax.

Each contact was brief, like a dragonfly skimming the water, a fleeting touch followed by an immediate separation, never crossing the line.

By the time the sun was setting, Li Yaoyao was already able to get Ma Xiao to run two laps.

She pulled on the reins, turned around, her forehead beaded with sweat, and smiled more brightly than the sunset.

Su Yannian stood by the fence, holding a bottle of mineral water with the cap unscrewed.

Hand it over when she dismounts and walks over.

Li Yaoyao said "thank you," took the water, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

He squinted at the girl's pink lips as she gently sipped water from the bottle.

He looked away and spoke slowly.

"I have professional coaches here. If you're interested, you can come and practice often."

Li Yaoyao was tempted and said she would pay whatever the price was.

He didn't refuse; he just nodded and said okay.

After that, Li Yaoyao would go to the horse farm whenever she had free time. The coach taught her well, and she also had some talent. Before long, she was able to ride a horse and jog on her own.

Su Yannian would occasionally come to the horse farm, and each time he would have that same gentle and refined demeanor.

Occasionally, I would stand by the fence and watch her ride a few laps, and when she stopped, I would hand her a bottle of water at just the right moment.

While she was drinking water, I offered a few polite and restrained words of advice.

She flipped off the horse, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Su."

He nodded, took a half-step back, maintaining that perfectly appropriate gentlemanly distance.

But she didn't see it.

Every time Li Yaoyao turned around.

That gentle and refined man always kept his gaze fixed on her back from a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

From her sweat-dampened, tousled hair, I could see the rounded curves of her body draped in riding breeches, and then her slightly fleshy yet sexy legs…

He continued to watch quietly until the girl had gone quite a distance.

The emotions in his eyes were as dark and sinister as a deep pool.

.

Li Yaoyao rode a horse all afternoon.

I got home, took a shower, and collapsed onto the bed.

He stood on tiptoe and popped a grape into his mouth.

I propped the tablet on my knees and started watching the latest hit period drama.

At the climax of the performance, the general on the screen donned his armor, rode his horse, and single-handedly took on a thousand men.

As he reined in his horse and turned around, his battle robes fluttered in the wind, and the barrage of comments was overwhelming: "General, kill me~~~~".

She ate the grapes for a long time, then sighed sincerely.

"Hey, don't you think the male lead in this drama looks like Su Yannian?"

"This is truly a case of TV dramas coming to life..."

"I must say, Mr. Su's horseback riding skills are truly excellent. How can someone have such a good personality and ride so gracefully?"

The system interrupted her, its tone cold and interrogative: "You've fallen for someone else?"

"Don't have such dirty thoughts!"

Li Yaoyao spoke with righteous indignation and stern words.

"This is purely a teacher-student relationship based on appreciation, respect, and admiration."

"My feelings for Mr. Su are like those of a student for a professor, or a horse for its discerning owner—pure and simple!"

The system responded with suspicion: "Are you sure? You're just making excuses."

Just as Li Yaoyao was about to retort, the electronic sound of the combination lock unlocking suddenly came from the entrance hall.

She paused for a moment, then quickly swallowed the grape.

She quickly scrolled past the period drama and flipped the tablet face down on the bed.

He then pulled a book out from under his pillow and opened it.

It took less than ten seconds to complete the entire set of movements.

Qi Yuge disliked her swooning over male celebrities.

Who knew that bastard could get top stars blacklisted and banned just because he was unhappy?

Li Yaoyao couldn't bear to see such a waste of resources.

The book was something she had taken from Qin Lin's office, and the page she turned to happened to be Chapter 3 of Animal Reproduction.

The pages are filled with cross-sectional diagrams of organs and descriptions of reproductive behavior in stages.

She held the book, sat upright, and reverently scanned a line of text.

"...During estrus, females will exhibit a clear desire to mate, sending signals to males through pheromones and physical behavior... uh..."

She read slower and slower, and the more she read, the more she felt that the content was inexplicably out of place with the current scene.

This is the scene that Qi Yuge saw when he pushed open the bedroom door.

Li Yaoyao was wearing a loose, casual slip dress that revealed a section of her white thighs as she held a thick academic book that looked like a brick.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself.

The room was filled with the milky scent of shower gel and a faint grape aroma.

He's been incredibly busy lately.

While expanding overseas business, we happened to meet a top veterinary medicine lecturer in France.

They have been communicating repeatedly recently.

I want to help Li Yaoyao get a chance for a face-to-face meeting.

Li Yaoyao had mentioned before that the professor was her idol, and she wished she could pursue further studies with him.

He made a note of it and has been working on it for the past few days.

He walked into the bedroom as if he knew the way well, and leaned against the door frame, watching her for a long time.

Dressed like this, the duck sat on the bed, holding a book on animal reproduction, pretending to be studying hard.

The exhaustion he had accumulated from working several consecutive all-nighters was instantly dispelled by her completely unguarded demeanor.

Li Yaoyao glanced up at him, her expression both resentful and adorable.

"What are you doing here? Get out."

Go back to your ex.

Qi Yuge didn't say anything, walked over, scooped her up from the bed, and pulled her into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

The milky scent of the shower gel, mixed with her unique soft and sweet fragrance, filled my nostrils.

He took a deep breath, as if recharging himself.

Then the tip of his nose slowly slid down her neck, from the nape of her neck to her collarbone, and from her collarbone to her shoulder.

He kept rubbing along, then suddenly stopped.

His slender fingers lifted the front of her nightgown and peeked inside.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice suddenly deepened, becoming hoarse and dangerous.

"Baby, you're not wearing anything?"