Scheming and Seduction in Quick Transmigration: The Heroine's Beloved is Mine

Le Baiqing casually grabbed a passing female classmate, her attitude not very friendly, and asked, "Where's Jiang Jihe? Isn't he playing basketball?"

The other person sized her up and down, somewhat annoyed by her tone, and spoke sarcastically:

"How come you don't know where he is? Why are you asking me?"

The person she was so eager to show off had already brought her brother's sister into the boys' dormitory.

It was her first time there, and she felt very uncomfortable, not daring to look around.

Only after grabbing Jiang Jihe's clothes did she feel at ease.

Jiang Jihe could tell she was uncomfortable; her small hands were gripping his clothes so tightly they were almost pulling them longer and longer.

He stretched out his hand.

There was no elevator in the boys' dormitory, so you had to walk up and down the stairs. There weren't many people going up and down, but Jiang Jihe was still worried that she might bump into something.

She's so beautiful, there will always be people who covet her.

Holding the handle makes it much more secure.

Jiang Jihe was somewhat dazed when those small hands were placed in his palm.

He glanced at the person who was looking down at the stairs, too afraid to look up, pursed his lips, and wrapped his delicate white hand in his palm.

I held it gently, and then didn't move it again.

Jiang Jihe felt he should wipe his hands; his palms were already sweaty, and now they were sweating even more.

Neither of them spoke.

Even after they reached the sixth floor and arrived at the dormitory entrance, neither of them realized they were about to let go of each other's hands.

You need to swipe a room card to enter, but Jiang Jihe didn't bring one. He was holding a water bottle and a trophy in one hand and holding Wen Zhining's hand in the other. Only then did he realize that he needed to let go.

They no longer need to hold hands.

After knocking on the door, Rong Jingshuo, who was playing games downstairs after taking a shower, went to open it.

He had only opened it halfway when Jiang Jihe stopped him.

He glanced at his bare upper body. "Put your clothes on."

Rong Jingshuo found it strange and peeked outside.

Seeing Wen Zhining beside him, he opened his mouth in surprise.

"Little sister, little sister, what brings you here?"

Luckily, Jiang Jihe held the door shut; otherwise, if it had been opened completely, his sister would have seen his upper body.

He hurriedly went to get dressed, and called out to the two people who were showering and washing their hair in the bathroom, "Brother Sheng, your sister is here. Remember to get dressed before you come out."

As soon as Wen Zhining entered, she heard Wen Yuesheng shout, "Why is my sister here?!"

"Old Jiang, what kind of behavior is this towards my sister?"

He entrusted Wen Zhining to Jiang Jihe, who was the last to leave, thinking that Jiang would take her back.

It ended up being delivered to my own dorm room.

"Brother is going to show me around the school. Are you going to make me wait downstairs?" Wen Zhining called out to him.

"There's a pretty girl at our school," Wen Yuesheng remarked.

"That's not how it works. If my younger sister gets into this school in the future, it won't be a problem for her to familiarize herself with the route now," Rong Jingshuo said.

Xue Peng came out after washing up.

There are only two showers in the bathroom.

Jiang Jihe wiped his palms and then pulled out a tissue: "Ningning, wipe your hands."

She obediently reached out her hand and sat in his seat.

I didn't mean to wipe it myself with a tissue.

Jiang Jihe paused, then bent down to wipe the sweat from her palms.

The entire area was covered with traces of the two holding hands.

"I'm going to take a shower first. You sit here for a while," Jiang Jihe instructed.

"Don't worry, Lao Jiang, with the two of us here, we'll take good care of your sister," Xue Peng said.

"Why do I feel like Lao Jiang is more concerned about his sister than Sheng Ge is? You seem more like an older brother," Rong Jingshuo said.

Wen Zhining looked around the dormitory.

Jiang Jihe opened the wardrobe and took out clothes, when she heard her say, "Your dorm is so clean."

Jiang Jihe's desk was neatly arranged, with a computer on it.

The bed is furnished with a simple set of blankets and pillows.

Jiang Jihe went in to take a shower. Not long after, his phone, which was on the table, lit up a few times and then a call came in.

[Le Baiqing]

Wen Zhining answered the phone when no one was looking.

"Brother Jihe's bed is so clean, and the blankets are folded so neatly. The blankets I used to cover him with were just as neat," Wen Zhining said.

"Little sister, what about ours?" Rong Jingshuo pointed to himself, gesturing for her to praise him.

"You didn't even fold your blankets," Wen Zhining said honestly.

"Okay, I'll go up and fold it now." Rong Jingshuo climbed onto the bed.

"Just play along with her." Wen Yuesheng remained unmoved.

"She doesn't even make her bed at home, and she still has the nerve to criticize others."

Jiang Jihe came out at this moment, casually dried his hair, walked to Wen Zhining's side, opened the cabinet and took out a hair dryer.

When he leaned closer, Wen Zhining didn't move an inch, sitting in the chair and smelling the fragrance of the shower gel.

"My brother smells nice." She moved closer and sniffed.

Jiang Jihe turned his head to look at her.

Her eyes shone brightly as she stared at him intently.

"Ningning smells nice too." He plugged in the power cord, told her to move away and stand by the door, and started blowing her hair.

His bed was right by the door, so Wen Zhining moved closer and tugged at his pants.

Jiang Jihe looked down at her with a puzzled expression. Her hair was blown into a mess, giving off a casual vibe.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the hairdryer was too loud for Jiang Jihe to hear.

He had just reduced the wind a little when Rong Jingshuo had already folded the blankets and was asking for her feedback.

Her attention was diverted, and she began talking to Rong Jingshuo.

Jiang Jihe watched silently.

His hair was quickly dried, and he put away the hairdryer, thus interrupting Wen Zhining's conversation with Rong Jingshuo.

"Ningning, get ready to go." He said, squatting down and taking out a bag of pink gift boxes from the largest cabinet under the desk.

"Is this for me?" Wen Zhining was a little taken aback when he reached out and handed it to her.

"Yes, it's the gift I promised you for when we meet next time."

"I thought you forgot," she said softly, placing it on her lap. "Besides, you didn't even check if I got the questions right before giving it to me."

"Old Jiang placed the order for that gift the day after he got back," Wen Yuesheng chimed in, looking at his computer.

"I told him not to buy it, he always buys such expensive things."

Hearing his words, Wen Zhining looked down at the gift box, which was wrapped in a bag and she couldn't see it, so she took out the gift box and opened it to take a look.

There were many things inside, neatly arranged: a pink notebook, hand cream, aromatherapy, a recorder, an instant camera, headphones, and a uterine warming belt.

They're all pink.

Each of these items alone is quite expensive.

This brand is extremely expensive, especially a complete set.

"Because I know you can do it right." Jiang Jihe took the phone and answered Wen Yuesheng's question, "It's not expensive; if she likes it, it's not expensive."

"I was just blow-drying my hair, what did you want to say to me?" he asked, taking out his phone.

Seeing the call status displayed above, Jiang Jihe paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.