Quick Transmigration: The Villainess Is a Sweetheart

Song Li'an was feeling more dejected than ever before.

If that guy had simply asked for his WeChat, he wouldn't have thought much of it; after all, his girlfriend was incredibly attractive. But when the person bought the strawberries he was responsible for, it gave him the unsettling feeling that he was somehow facilitating his own cuckolding.

On the way home, he was downcast, like a wilted puppy, allowing Jiang Yan to lead him by the hand.

Jiang Yan had been standing all day and was exhausted, with no energy left to console her boyfriend.

But at the entrance of their residential complex, where the streetlights stood tall, their radiant glow limited to illuminating only a small patch of ground.

Suddenly, Jiang Yan thought of a good way to reward herself. She pulled Song Li'an back, tugging him into the dim shadows beneath the trees.

Song Li'an, both cunning and naive, looked down at her in confusion. Though his expression was weary, his handsome features remained intact. Those perpetually innocent puppy eyes, full eye bags, a fine straight nose, and lips that looked so kissable, all composed the handsome face before her.

From his jawline to his neck and collarbone, every part exuded a sharp and distinct youthful essence, with sinuous lines eventually disappearing into his loose collar.

Under his puzzled gaze, Jiang Yan stood on the curb by the tree, rose to her tiptoes, reached for his neck, and kissed him.

Their soft lips gently caressed each other as Jiang Yan tentatively extended her tongue, exploring unfamiliar territory. The sweetness of the milk candy she had eaten earlier invaded Song Li'an's mouth.

Song Li'an's breathing gradually intensified, his eyes fixed on her in an inexplicable manner.

Jiang Yan pulled away after a brief kiss, feeling satisfied and recharged, ready to head back.

However, she suddenly felt a grip on her wrist. Song Li'an's gaze was bold, yet he still restrained his strength as he gently pulled her back.

His long fingers cushioned the back of her head. Before Jiang Yan could react, the next moment her shoulder was pressed against the tree. Song Li'an gazed at her intently for a second before leaning in.

Her shoulder was uncomfortably pressed against the tree bark, while at the front, she endured an intensely passionate kiss. Song Li'an's breath scorched Jiang Yan's skin, leaving her feeling a bit oxygen-deprived.

His ears were slightly red, but he maintained his composure. When Jiang Yan couldn't help but try to dodge, he gripped her chin, engaging in even deeper intimacy with her.

The leaves on the tree seemed to rustle, masking some of the sticky sounds.

Occasionally, they could hear the footsteps of people returning from work and their conversations with the security guard.

Finally, Song Li'an emerged, full of energy and radiant. This time, it was he who led Jiang Yan by the hand.

Jiang Yan's face was expressionless, looking even more exhausted. The feeling of weakness and emptiness lingered, and the inside of her mouth seemed to have a small abrasion. Her energy levels had severely depleted.

What happened to the promised little puppy? Why was he so dominant in this kind of situation? It felt like she had bought a counterfeit...

Song Li'an, however, failed to notice his girlfriend's state immediately. His mind was filled with thoughts of why they hadn't done this earlier, how addictive it was after just one time, how good it felt. When could they do it again? Tonight in Jiang Yan's room perhaps...

Song Li'an walked Jiang Yan to her door, where Lu Yuliang invited him to stay for dinner, so he decided to linger.

As soon as the door closed, he moved in close, his intentions clear in his eyes – he hadn't had enough and wanted more.

Jiang Yan weakly pushed him away, complaining listlessly, "It hurts, you bit my lip and broke the skin."

Song Li'an gently pried open her mouth, noticing a small white patch of skin. He pursed his own excessively moist lips and said, "Should we disinfect it?"

But before he could find a way to disinfect it, Zhou Sisi urgently called him home. Zhou Sisi's tone was uncharacteristically urgent, seemingly indicating some pressing matter.