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

He Ming followed his master and did countless despicable things.

But every time it comes to the part involving Li Yaoyao, the last bit of conscience in his bones will inappropriately emerge.

He shut his mouth and struggled for a while.

Then, shrinking his neck and speaking in a low voice, he carefully began to speak.

"Master, rape is illegal."

Qi Yuge was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at him as if he were a ghost.

His eyes were filled with the absurdity of "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You fucking...am I a pervert?"

"Then what is this?"

He Ming pointed at the box of pills, his fingers trembling slightly.

Sleeping pills.

He Ming's expression changed from fear to even greater fear, and he moved his lips several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sound.

"What's the difference between that and that thing? They're both about doing bad things while the young mistress is asleep."

Then he adopted the air of a strategist and earnestly advised him.

"Anyway, it's best if you don't appear directly in front of the young mistress right now."

"She's still angry, and your sudden appearance means things won't just end up getting kicked."

"If she really pushes someone too far, next time she won't go to Hong Kong, she'll go to Africa."

Qi Yuge snorted.

He knew even without He Ming saying it.

The awful thing he did last time must have really angered that girl.

He simply blocked all contact methods and left.

So he naturally had to find another way and think of other ways to carry his kitten back to its nest.

He leaned against the wall in the hotel corridor, resting his chin on his hand in deep thought.

Many women passing by turned their heads to look, and a few outgoing ones walked over in high heels, striking up a conversation in a charming Hong Kong-style Cantonese.

"Handsome, can we get to know each other?"

Qi Yuge glanced at him dismissively, not even giving him a proper look, and replied coldly and crisply in fluent Cantonese.

"Sorry, I have a baby."

He started walking, and He Ming jogged after him.

The women behind him chattered and stared at his retreating figure, some covering their mouths and whispering in amazement.

"Whose young master is this? He's so handsome it's unbelievable!"

·

On Li Yaoyao's side.

She kicked off her high heels as soon as she closed the door, stepping barefoot onto the soft carpet.

As she walked, she peeled the sticky, coffee-soaked pink knit dress off her shoulders and tossed it onto the back of the chair.

She pulled out a light green chiffon nightgown and put it on.

A thin layer of gauze clung to her body, revealing glimpses of her fair and full curves beneath.

She looked down at the large patch of skin on her chest that had been scalded red by the hot coffee, only now belatedly feeling the pain and discomfort.

He touched it lightly, hissed, and his toes gripped the carpet.

After a long day of work and a fight with that jerk, I'm so thirsty my throat is practically burning.

She walked to the minibar, picked up the bottled water provided by the hotel, and was about to open it when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a letter lying on the table.

Hmm? When was it placed there?

She called the front desk.

The receptionist said that the letter from China that she had been told that morning had been placed inside the room as requested.

This reminder brought it to her mind.

I've only been here for a week.

Who else could send her letters? Could it be her mother?

She opened the envelope, gulped down half a bottle of water, and pulled out the letter.

The letter paper was made of vertically striped Xuan paper, folded neatly into a square, and when unfolded, it was covered with densely packed fountain pen characters, the strokes sharp yet restrained.

It says:

"My dearest, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person."

Since you left Beijing, I have tossed and turned every night, unable to sleep, always feeling the lingering fragrance of your hair on my pillow.

The port city is experiencing a prolonged rainy season, so remember to bring an umbrella when you go out.

You never like to carry an umbrella, and you get a fever if you get caught in the rain.

You always say I can't speak like a human being, and today, as I pick up my pen, I don't even know where to begin.

We gaze at each other from afar, our longing for each other piercing our bones.

I only remember to take good care of myself.

Qi Yuge.

Li Yaoyao squinted and looked at it several times: "..."

The signature is confirmed to be Qi Yuge.

She then placed the letter on the sofa armrest, picked up a nearby cushion, and plopped down on the sofa.

I found a comfortable spot on the cushion and rubbed my head against it.

The handwriting on the letter swayed slightly in the dim light. She stared at the words with her eyes half-closed, her mind racing.

Did she time travel again?

How come Qi Yuge has become so refined and can even speak like a human being?

Thinking this, she fell asleep.

Five minutes later, the door lock made a very faint clicking sound.

Qi Yuge quietly pushed open the door, took off his shoes in the entryway, and walked in step by step on the carpet with his socks on.

The girl was sleeping soundly on her side on the sofa, completely unsuspecting.

The lake-green chiffon nightgown was rubbed askew, revealing a large expanse of fair skin on her back.

The shoulder line is thin and soft, and the waist is beautifully cinched down.

There wasn't much soft flesh, but it created a shallow dimple in the sofa's recess.

The meager amount of fabric on her lower body clung to her skin, making the outline of her hips appear soft and rounded.

Her legs were crossed and curled up on the sofa cushion, straight and slender, with her ankle bones slightly protruding and her toes unconsciously curled. The curve of her calves carried a softness she was completely unaware of.

It was a perfectly casual sleeping position.

But it was like a soft painting bathed in warm light, every line scratching the most itchy spot in his heart.

Qi Yuge's breathing suddenly became heavier, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times, and he let out two low gasps.

His gaze slid from her back down to the hollow of her waist, and then from there down to her crossed legs.

His voice was hoarse.

It was as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to her.

"Is this a reward for me?"

"When I'm around, she's all covered up like a 'wolf protector,' but now that I'm gone, she's become this 'wild'... What a slut."

In men's eyes, Li Yaoyao's appearance is more lethal than not wearing clothes.

But before lust, an overwhelming sense of longing surged up first.

Seven days and six hours.

A full 10,320 minutes.

Every minute of his time in Beijing, he was suppressing the urge to use bloodthirsty methods to kidnap her from the port city and lock her up.

I've already gone over countless possible solutions in my mind.

He chained her up, sealed all the doors and windows of the manor, so she couldn't go anywhere and could only watch him alone.

But he knew he couldn't do that.

If he does that, Li Yaoyao will really not want him anymore.

He approached cautiously.

Even though he knew she wouldn't wake up, he still walked as quietly as possible and even deliberately suppressed his breathing.

He slowly knelt down in front of the sofa, his knees resting on the soft carpet, and extended his index finger, gently sliding it down the edge of her cheek.

With a fingertip a millimeter away, without touching, it was as if the fingertip had completely traced the outline he had been thinking about day and night.

Every curve, every arc, made him wish he could brand it with the mark that belonged exclusively to "Qi Yuge".

He lifted her waist-length curly hair that fell over her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin on her back.

He reached up and lifted the edge of her nightgown, slipping his entire hand under the fabric to encircle her soft belly and gently hold her in his palm.

Then, in the area between the waist and hips, in the slight indentation of the lower back.

It bit down with both piety and brutality.