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

"!" The man, who had just calmed down, looked up. "Shall we sleep together?"

"?" Wen Zhining asked in confusion, "Why don't you go back to sleep next door?"

Realizing his overreaction, Ke Guidu coughed, a hint of disappointment he himself couldn't discern, and said "Oh."

After he finished eating, he took out a cushion from his suitcase, grabbed the room key from the table, and went back to the next room.

We have to go to record at six o'clock the next day, which involves song selection and rehearsals, and we'll be busy for a long time.

But Ke Guidu lay down and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, staring at the ceiling for a long time, he seemed to see Wen Zhining's face reflected in his eyes.

"Um?"

He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. The ceiling was nothing but white.

She's still the fairest.

His eyelashes fluttered, he turned over to his side, glanced at the phone on the cabinet, and reached out to pick it up.

Without any further hesitation, he dialed Wen Zhining's number.

It rang for a long time, then the other end hung up.

She's asleep.

Ke Guidu got out of bed, put on his slippers, turned off the room lights completely, and went out.

When I was getting the room key, I accidentally took both the key cards for the two room doors.

So going into her room was a natural progression.

With a "click," the door opened.

"Ningning."

Wen Zhining vaguely heard the sound, and because Ke Guidu turned on the bedside lamp, she opened her eyes.

Wen Zhining, who had been asleep for a long time, was gently poked in the back and finally turned over.

Turning around, she saw a small head perched on the edge of the bed, blinking its eyes at her.

Wen Zhining: "..."

"Ke Guidu." Her voice was weak and feeble, as if she hadn't fully regained consciousness. "If you weren't so handsome, your behavior would be really scary."

He placed his hands on the bed, leaned over the edge, rested his chin on his hands, and looked at her.

"I turned on the light before I called you, so I wouldn't scare you."

He poked her hand with a finger. "Ningning, I can't sleep."

"So you're disturbing my sleep?" she asked.

"I'm here to join your dream," he said sincerely. "How about letting your top celebrity sleep with you?"

"A manager has a responsibility to ensure the artist's sleep quality, right?"

"And putting aside this relationship, we're such good friends, how can you bear to see me suffer from insomnia?" he asked.

Wen Zhining remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ke Guidu lowered his head in disappointment. "Don't you want to sleep with me?"

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Remember to dream about me in your dreams."

He was about to get up when she pressed his head down and rubbed it twice.

"Come on up, my best artist friend."

Ke Guidu's lips curled up wildly as he threw back the covers and got into bed.

At first, the two slept very properly, lying flat on their backs with their shoulders touching.

Until Wen Zhining put her leg on him.

Ke Guidu glanced at it but didn't remove it.

Later, Wen Zhining lay directly on top of him, rubbing her face against his chest and her lower body.

Having already woken her up once, Ke Guidu was unlikely to wake her up a second time.

I patted her back to lull her to sleep.

He came in such a hurry that he didn't bring a cushion, and with her there, it seems like she doesn't really need one.

He felt at ease.

Thinking this, he closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he looked at the person who was sleeping soundly on him and pursed his lips.

Is there some heat source on his body that makes her feel warm?

However, he was indeed very hot just now.

He looked down at her, his voice low and tinged with grievance, as if pleading with her, "Please stop bullying me, sister."

The person on top of him remained still and didn't move.

"Thank you, sister." Ke Guidu rubbed his chin against her head twice; he was sleepy now, having just gone too far.

I closed my eyes and held her as I drifted off to sleep.

At the same time, the door to the next room opened.

Someone swiped a room key and entered.

Geng Anji walked quietly to the bedside without turning on the light and saw a bulge on the bed, feeling a surge of joy.

He quickly got into bed and held the person in his arms.

At first, I didn't realize it, but I felt that it was quite soft to the touch, and I felt shy.

My brother is indeed soft and cuddly.

"Brother~" she called out shyly, and easily flipped it over.

It's like looking directly at a human-shaped body pillow.

Half a second later, a scream came from inside the room.

"ah--"

-

Ke Guidu got up early the next day.

I got up at four o'clock, washed up, and started washing the clothes I had changed out of yesterday.

Hearing a sound, Wen Zhining regained consciousness.

As I walked to the bathroom door and opened it, the person inside was caught off guard, washing their underwear. I looked up and met their gaze.

He was still holding it in his hand, the foam dripping down, thick and strong.

He jumped up from the small stool in a flash and hid the things behind his back.

His ears were so red they looked like they were bleeding.

"You..." She looked at him suspiciously, "Are you doing laundry?"

She didn't seem to care much, and clapped her hands. "My artist can do it herself now, that's great, that's great."

"Then you can wash it for me too. It'll dry tonight, and I can take it back tomorrow."

She reached out and lifted his head; he lowered his head, and she rubbed it a few times.

Her voice was gentle: "Go ahead, my clothes are still in that basket and I haven't taken them out yet."

"Call me before you wash up and order breakfast. I'll brush my teeth first."

"Okay, okay." He complied, went out to his room to make a phone call to order breakfast, and then went back to the bathroom.

When Ke Guidu took the clothes Wen Zhining had changed out of the night before and put them in the basin to wash, he blushed as he touched the silky fabric, realizing how ambiguous the situation was.

Wen Zhining was still washing up on the side. After washing her face, seeing that he hadn't made a move yet, she said:

"If you don't want to wash it, then don't. You said good friends help each other out, but I'm still your manager. Fine, just leave it there and take it back."

"No..." Ke Guidu said softly, his voice muffled and tinged with shyness, "I didn't refuse to help you wash."

"Good boy." Wen Zhining wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, her lips lightly brushing against the back of his ear. "After we wash, I'll reward you by letting you bite me, okay?"

He suddenly tightened his fingers around her panties, clearly enjoying it.

"it is good."

What used to be something that could only be done to ease his emotions, she can now reward him whenever she wants.

He's becoming more and more dependent on it.

This was the reward his agent gave him.

It wasn't as frequent before, but now it's happening more and more often, and he's getting more and more...desirable.

There was a knock on the door, and Wen Zhining went out to get breakfast.

Simple steamed buns and soy milk.

She was eating outside, while the person in the restroom sat on a small stool, blushing as they diligently washed her clothes, afraid of not getting them clean enough.

After they had washed and dried the soy milk together, Wen Zhining held the soy milk she had drunk from to his lips.

"I want to take a couple of bites first." He stared intently at her neck. "I'm afraid the smell of soy milk will get on you later."