Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

Qiao Yizhou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his baby finally put down her phone. Seeing that she was in a good mood, he casually asked, "Is it a good friend?"

Jiang Rangrang knew the nature of yandere all too well, so she said directly:

"It's family, our family of five's group chat. I posted the photos you just took for me in the group, and they all praised how beautiful they were."

Qiao Yizhou was completely relieved and immediately changed the subject, not wanting to give the baby the feeling that he was being nosy.

"Hmm, where do we go next?"

Jiang Rangrang looked at the clear seawater with a longing expression, her clear, big eyes gazing at him: "I want to go swimming."

"Let's go."

Looking at her expectant eyes, how could Qiao Yizhou possibly refuse?

The private beach at the Jiuzhou Hotel was quiet and not crowded.

The sand on the beach looks as fine as granulated sugar, and feels as soft and fluffy as you walk on it, with sand even seeping out between your toes.

Jiang Rangrang had a great time, walking around and even wading through the sand. After playing in the sand for a while, she ran to the shallows.

The waves crashed against her calves, one after another, cool and refreshing. She walked along the coastline, looking down and feeling the touch of the waves.

Qiao Yizhou didn't go into the water; he followed her on the beach, carrying her slippers.

The setting sun bathed her in a soft glow, and as she turned her head, the backlight framed her delicate profile with a golden edge.

She stood there, her pink skirt fluttering slightly in the wind, a sight to behold, and Qiao Yizhou was once again mesmerized by her.

He swore that in his eighteen years of life, this was the first time he had ever liked someone so much. How could someone be so tall? How could someone be so perfect for him?

He loved her so much that his mind was filled with dangerous thoughts...

He was so busy suppressing his dangerous thoughts that he stood still, and before he knew it, the person who had struck up a conversation with him was right in front of Jiang Rangrang.

A boy who looked to be around their age approached them. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and beach shorts, holding a camera, and exuded a refreshing and clean-cut youthful vibe.

He was taking pictures of the scenery when Jiang Rangrang entered the frame. He thought she was very pretty, so he took a few pictures and then came closer.

"Hello, excuse me for bothering you, I accidentally took a picture of you while I was taking photos. You are very beautiful, so I took a few pictures of you."

Jiang Rangrang paused for a moment, then gave a polite smile: "Could you send it to me?"

"Of course, that's what I mean."

The boy's gaze fell on her face, and he said frankly and generously, "Let's add each other on WeChat."

When the two were about to scan a QR code to add each other as friends, Qiao Yizhou suddenly grabbed Jiang Rangrang's wrist.

He knew they hadn't crossed any lines, but the way that person looked at Rangrang was unacceptable to him.

That's appreciation, that's interest, that's lust at first sight!

All his efforts to restrain himself were wasted.

Jiang Rangrang was about to explain when he was pulled away by the wrist.

The boy paused for a moment, then turned around and went back to the hotel, realizing that he had been so focused on her that he hadn't noticed her boyfriend following not far away.

How embarrassing...

"Squad leader, slow down! What's wrong?"

Jiang Rangrang pretended to be uneasy, as if she didn't understand what was wrong with him all of a sudden.

But Qiao Yizhou's jealousy had already been ignited and was burning brighter and brighter. He didn't say anything, but just pulled her towards the hotel without uttering a word.

Jiang Rangrang appeared to be being pulled along by him, but in reality, he was accommodating her pace and walking slowly.

I got into the elevator.

The next second, she was pressed against the elevator wall.

The moment Qiao Yizhou lowered his head to kiss her, Jiang Rangrang subconsciously turned her head to dodge, but he firmly held the back of her head with one hand, and she passively accepted the kiss.

That wasn't normal intimacy; it was his unease, a mark, a hawk's assertion of dominance.

His lips were pressed tightly together, as if he wanted to express all his unease, jealousy, and possessiveness.

He pried open her teeth...

Jiang Rangrang was stunned by the kiss, feeling as if her oxygen was being drawn away, tears welling up in her eyes, and her fingers unconsciously gripping his clothes.

As she struggled with muffled sobs, he finally pulled back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot, his voice low and hoarse:

"Make way, I like you."

"You should know."

"Jiang Rangrang, you'll always be mine, right?"

Jiang Rangrang was completely bewildered. She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her again with a kiss.

This time, he finally calmed down and began to peck at her gently, step by step...

Jiang Rangrang felt dizzy and weak from his kisses, only able to stay upright thanks to the hand around her waist.

The elevator had been stuck on the top floor for a long time. Jiang Rangrang's eyes were red, and tears slid down her cheeks.

That's too much. She never knew that sometimes a simple kiss could cause this...