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

Li Yaoyao clicked on the video.

The footage was taken secretly.

The camera wobbles slightly, the angle is tricky, and the lighting is dim and oppressive.

An empty room with no windows, gray walls on all four sides, and only a pale fluorescent light overhead.

Qi Yuge sat cross-legged on a solitary chair in the center, wearing a low-key black shirt with two buttons undone at the collar.

The fabric was soaked with sweat and clung slightly to her collarbone.

His face was still flushed from the lingering fever, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was clearly still ill, yet he exuded a dangerous aura that suggested he was on the verge of losing control.

Ren Heng stood beside him, bent down and lit the cigarette he was holding in his mouth.

Three men were kneeling in front of him.

His face was bruised and swollen, he was bound hand and foot, his knees were hitting the cold cement floor, and his whole body was trembling like a leaf.

Li Yaoyao recognized their faces.

Or rather, she had seen these faces online.

Those were the three playboys who spoke the most blatantly, vulgarly, and recklessly in their online chat history.

Qi Yuge took a drag of his cigarette, tilted his head back, and slowly exhaled, the smoke rising in the pale light.

He pulled out a photograph.

It's a photo of my collarbone that I posted in an online chat.

The angle was ambiguous, her skin was snow-white, and she had a fragility that made one want to crush her.

He walked over and showed the photo to the first man, his voice hoarse but calm.

"Is it pretty?"

The man glanced at the photo with trembling hands, then at Qi Yuge, and stammered out two words.

"So...beautiful."

Qi Yuge chuckled lightly, then slapped him across the face with his backhand.

The force was so great that the man's entire body flew sideways, his forehead hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud.

It left behind a terrible scream.

He withdrew his hand.

He tilted his head to look at the second person, still in that unhurried tone, and blinked.

"Is it pretty?"

The second person was so frightened that his whole body stiffened, and he shook his head rapidly, speaking at breakneck speed.

"It's ugly, it's ugly..."

Another slap.

The front tooth flew off and rolled on the ground, covered in dust.

Qi Yuge shook his hand.

Her gaze fell on the third man.

The man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his lips trembled several times before he could finally manage to utter a sound.

"Young Master Qi...is he good-looking or not?"

Qi Yuge took the cigarette out of his mouth.

I gave him a long look.

Then calmly and unhurriedly,

He pressed the still-burning cigarette butt firmly against the skin at the corner of his eye.

With a sizzling sound.

The man screamed in pain, throwing his head back and struggling desperately, but Ren Heng held him firmly down.

Qi Yuge stood up and, as if venting his anger, kicked the last person.

Then he turned around, tilted his head back, twisted his neck, and took a deep breath.

He reached out his hand to Ren Heng.

Two slender fingers were slightly bent, making a "take it" gesture.

Ren Heng nodded and presented a hunting rifle.

The cold, metallic sheen of the gun barrel gleamed under the stark white light.

Qi Yuge held the gun in one hand, turned around, and suddenly aimed the muzzle at the groin area of ​​the three men.

His voice was cold and steady, but a closer look revealed that he was clenching his jaw and putting on a fierce expression.

"You fucking shouldn't look in the mirror first..."

"Look at yourself, you bastard, daring to covet my woman, huh?"

He tilted his head, lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot and fierce.

"Sending you all out of line, is that too much to ask?"

The three men in the video broke down at the same time, their faces covered in snot and tears.

The crotch area of ​​his pants became visibly wet.

They crawled on the ground to Qi Yuge's feet, clutching his leather shoes and begging for mercy incoherently...

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

The video ends abruptly here.

Li Yaoyao held her phone, her heart pounding in her chest.

Just a moment ago I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, but now I'm wide awake.

The system opens at the appropriate time.

[Host, your heart rate has exceeded 120 beats per minute. We recommend taking nitroglycerin tablets immediately.]

Li Yaoyao didn't speak and remained silent for a long while.

Then she closed her eyes in despair, her voice soft and faint.

"Waaaa, am I really a pervert...?"

How can we tell?

She hesitated for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a few words, her voice growing softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"I...I..."

The system spoke for her in a knowing, all-knowing tone.

You're excited.

Look at Qi Yuge, he's so excited.

"I didn't... I didn't!"

Li Yaoyao suddenly jumped out of bed, patting her burning cheeks to force herself to wake up.

Then, barefoot, she stepped onto the floor, turned around, and rushed into the bathroom.

The shower water poured down over my head.

The warm water washed over her skin, but it couldn't wash away the image in her mind.

The way he tilted his head back and exhaled smoke, the way he twisted his neck, and the cold, violent eyes in his one-handed gun.

She bit her lower lip and looked up at the warm yellow bathroom light above her head.

His expression gradually became dazed.

She hesitated for a moment, then looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was flushed with spring, and her whole body was flushed.

In the end, she relented and closed her eyes.

Her palm brushed across the soft curves of her chest and her soft belly.

Slowly downwards,

Go and explore.

"Um……"

Her suppressed moan was drowned out by the sound of water, and she took two rapid breaths.

She then bit her lip tightly, letting out only a few cat-like sobs.

She leaned back against the cold tiles, her mind filled with chaotic and unbearable images.

But Qi Yuge is in every frame.

With her eyes half-closed and her red lips slightly parted, she unconsciously uttered a soft call.

"Qi..."

She was immersed in the water curtain.

It became increasingly urgent.

But nothing was found.

The intelligent brightness adjustment button in the mirror is flashing rapidly and rhythmically.

·

Master bedroom of Yunqi Manor, Beijing.

Qi Yuge had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a loose bath towel.

His hair was slightly damp, with a few strands hanging down his forehead, and water droplets sliding down the lines of his chest and abdominal muscles.

He sat down on the sofa with an air of nonchalance, crossing his legs.

His slender fingers picked up the tablet from the coffee table, and the moment the screen lit up, the warm yellow bathroom light reflected in his pupils.

He looked at the person on the screen, biting his lip and trembling slightly, and chuckled softly.

"My kitten,"

He leaned back into the sofa, his eyes both intensely aggressive and overflowing with tenderness.

"It's heat time."