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

She seemed to have something to say, and pressed her body against his upper chest, rubbing against him. Through her fabric, Ke Guidu couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

Ke Guidu looked down at her and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Let the delivery guy bring it in," she said softly, placing a hand on his skin. "Don't make the security guard work so hard."

Ke Guidu's body gradually grew hot, and with her movements, the collar of her bathrobe pulled down lower and lower, and the hand on her chest went down lower and lower.

She touched his abs and frowned slightly.

"Have the delivery guy bring it in. It's no trouble for you to make the trip," Ke Guidu said to the security guard before hanging up the phone.

"How did the checkup go?" he asked, subtly bracing himself with his hands on the back of the sofa and tilting his head back.

"I feel like my chest and abdominal muscles are a bit weaker than before."

"Impossible!" Ke Guidu immediately retorted, "Impossible, impossible! You must not have touched it carefully. Touch it again and see. You weren't focused enough."

He grabbed her hand and desperately tried to touch his chest muscles, causing his bathrobe to fall completely askew, exposing his upper body.

As the temperature in the living room gradually rose, the doorbell rang.

Wen Zhining stopped what she was doing, glanced at the man whose head was tilted back and who was looking at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing as he breathed softly, and got up to get the takeout.

She opened the door and saw the deliveryman standing outside the gate not far away.

After walking through the fountain courtyard, Wen Zhining opened the gate and took the deliveryman's hands full of takeout.

"This bowl of noodles is from me, and this barbecue is from another deliveryman who had an emergency." The deliveryman was wearing a mask and kept glancing at the villa behind her.

"This barbecue isn't very nutritious, and it's easy to get a sore throat and break out in pimples, so you should eat less of it," she couldn't help but advise.

"Okay, you wait here for a bit," Wen Zhining said, closing the door and taking the takeout back.

At the door, call the man who had still recovered his senses over.

He opened his eyes, his hair slightly disheveled, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, and when he looked up, he was alluring and seductive.

He got up and walked over, pulling his bathrobe up again, his voice low and hoarse: "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to get some money to tip the delivery driver. She even reminded us to eat less barbecue. She's so kind."

Ke Guidu then went back to get his wallet and casually handed her a few red bills.

Wen Zhining handed it over to the deliveryman.

"Did...this was a tip from that person inside?" the other person asked excitedly.

Wen Zhining simply smiled and turned to go back.

Ke Guidu leaned against the door with his back to her, waiting for her to return. When he saw her coming over, he was about to close the door.

She grabbed him.

He stood by the doorway, his back to her, bent over and looking down as she adjusted his bathrobe.

The delivery driver hadn't left yet and happened to witness this scene.

A tall man in a black silk bathrobe stood at the door, and the woman in front of him was adjusting his bathrobe belt.

Even from behind, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were striking, creating a strong visual impact that made her want to pull him back to the front to see just how clear and smooth his muscle lines were.

For some reason, the bathrobe had come loose again.

The agent looked up at him, unable to see what she said or what he replied. She smiled, and she was very beautiful.

They closed the door, and she could no longer see him.

"What's wrong?" Ke Guidu loosened his belt, placed Wen Zhining's hand on it, and then tugged at his bathrobe to loosen it.

"What are you doing? The door isn't closed yet." Wen Zhining grabbed him with one hand.

"No one will take pictures, there's no one here." He didn't know that the deliveryman at the back gate was still there.

"And what's wrong with managers regularly checking on their artists' figures?"

Wen Zhining smiled and closed the door.

Ke Guidu sat back down, his bathrobe completely loosened, and he leaned against the sofa, feeling the soft hands on his chest moving all over his upper body.

His eyes were slightly red at the corners, and his beauty mark seemed to be tinged with crimson, making him even more alluring and captivating.

The quiet living room was filled with a man's sensual panting.

Until Wen Zhining stopped.

He asked, "Is the checkup complete?"

"That's fine."

"How is it?" he asked again.

"Not bad." Wen Zhining nodded, opened the milk tea packaging and took it out. Ke Guidu calmed himself down and inserted a straw for her.

Then he opened the barbecue grill, opened the dumplings and wontons he had bought, and pushed them in front of her.

He got up and moved to the side, then asked her again, "Is my figure still as good as before?"

"It's alright," Wen Zhining replied, taking a bite of wonton while holding a skewer of grilled meat in one hand.

"That won't work. You always said it would be fine. I'm not eating anymore. I need to exercise." He put his hands on the ground and did push-ups.

Wen Zhining: "..."

There's a gym upstairs, so why is he working out here?

Thinking it over, I asked, and he answered in a steady voice:

"Then you won't be able to see my efforts while you eat, will you?"

Wen Zhining didn't understand and said, "Respect."

He went up and down for an unknown amount of time, and Wen Zhining also didn't know how long she had been eating.

All I know is that she ate while watching him cook, and she had a good appetite. Watching his sweat drip down his chest and slide down to his private parts, accompanied by his panting, made her even more sexy.

And that defiant look in his eyes, glancing at her every now and then, made the beauty mark at the corner of his eye appear even more profound.

Wen Zhining took a picture, "I can post it on Weibo for your fans to see tomorrow."

"Look at how hard I'm working!" he said.

"If you don't eat now, I'm really going to finish it all." Wen Zhining stepped forward, and looking down, she could see his chest, which was fully exposed by his movements.

That photo needs to be blurred later.

"Get up," she said.

Ke Guidu then stopped, stood up, and took two sips of the milk tea she had drunk from as she handed it to him.

"Sweet," he said.

"Drink if you like, go eat, I'm going to take a shower first."

"Okay," he replied.

Because of work, sometimes she would stay at his place if her schedule was too important the next day.

This allows both people to arrive at the workplace at the same time.

Here are the clothes that Ke Guidu bought for her.

Wen Zhining grabbed a piece of clothing from the dressing room and went into the bathroom.

After coming out, Ke Guidu had almost finished eating and was very sleepy, so he was still waiting for her to come out.

"So slow," he muttered softly, his voice weary.

It's a little past 8 PM now.

He's been saying he's sleepy since this morning, and he still hasn't gone to sleep.

"I didn't eat much." After she walked over, he hooked his little finger around her and looked up at the person standing in front of him, who had just taken a shower and smelled of the shower gel he had bought.

"I want to sleep, manager."

Wen Zhining glanced at the table full of food. He had drunk most of her milk tea, and only touched the rest.

"Then why aren't you asleep yet?" she asked.

"I want to tell you something." He said softly, resting his face on her hand and closing his eyes.

"Go to sleep now."

"it is good."