Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 242 Killing the Cuckoo (57)

Yan Zhen did as he was told and touched his abs twice.

Even through the clothes, the skin beneath my palm felt hard and firm, and the well-defined abdominal muscles radiated a burning heat.

Her hand traced the lines of his abdominal muscles upwards, and the already intense color in the man's eyes deepened.

"Not bad, I'm very satisfied." Yan Zhen hugged his neck and tiptoed to give Qi Zhaoyi a reward kiss.

The next moment, Qi Zhaoyi picked up Yan Zhen and quickly walked into the guest room.

He placed her on the bed, pressed down on her, and kissed her awkwardly and eagerly.

Even though the air conditioner was on, the temperature in the room seemed to be rising continuously. The rapidly increasing ambiguous atmosphere made Qi Zhaoyi's face turn red. He awkwardly reached out to unbutton Yan Zhen's shirt.

Perhaps because he was too excited, his hands were trembling slightly.

After unbuttoning the first button, he practically ripped the second one off. As he reached for the third button, his mouth dry, a sharp pain shot through his head without warning, as if a red-hot needle had pierced the back of his skull.

Qi Zhaoyi groaned, then collapsed onto Yan Zhen, panting heavily and remaining motionless.

In an instant, countless unfamiliar memories flooded my mind.

Quick Transmigration Division, Main God, Mirror Sinking, Yan Zhen...

Yan Zhen noticed something was wrong with the person on top of him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Qi Zhaoyi didn't answer, but just lay on top of her, burying his head in her shoulder, his rapid breaths spraying onto her ear, but he didn't move at all.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Yan Zhen nudged his shoulder, trying to get him up to check on him, but Qi Zhaoyi held her tightly, refusing to get up or move.

Seeing this, Yan Zhen assumed that he was too excited and had confessed before even taking off his clothes, and was now feeling ashamed and throwing a tantrum.

She reached out and ruffled his hair, comforting him, "It's okay, it's normal the first time. You'll get used to it."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhaoyi slowly released her hand, knelt up, and looked down at her.

Yan Zhen met his gaze and keenly realized that something seemed different about Qi Zhaoyi.

He looked down at her, his eyes slightly narrowed as he scrutinized her... like a hunter eyeing prey that had fallen into a trap.

Yan Zhen was particularly sensitive to this kind of gaze, and she inexplicably felt that Qi Zhaoyi made her uncomfortable.

She struggled to sit up, but Qi Zhaoyi reached out and pressed her back onto the bed.

Yan Zhen felt as if he had been pinned down by a wild beast's claw.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Zhaoyi bent down and hugged her.

As the two drew closer again, she could sense that Qi Zhaoyi wasn't confessing immediately out of sheer excitement, as she had imagined.

So his reaction just now was...

Before Yan Zhen could figure it out, Qi Zhaoyi leaned close to her ear, his voice tender and hoarse, and called her name softly.

"Yan Zhen".

The conversation stalled.

The blood that was boiling a second ago cooled down instantly, as if it had encountered a cold current.

She stiffly turned her head to look at Qi Zhaoyi, and when she met his teasing gaze, she suddenly realized what was happening and immediately pushed him away.

The face is still the same face, and the person is still the same person.

But this isn't Qi Zhaoyi at all, it's clearly Jing Chen!!!

What the hell!!!

Yan Zhen felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind, but he didn't move.

At this point, whether you angrily curse or hurriedly flee while clutching your clothes, you will make yourself appear vulnerable.

She simply narrowed her eyes and looked at the other person coldly: "Are you playing me?"

During that brief struggle, Jing Chen's clothes were disheveled, with a large expanse of skin exposed at his bare chest. When Yan Zhen pushed him, he swayed to one side.

He leaned back against the headboard in that flamboyant pose and said casually, "No, I just regained my memory."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Since the other party has just regained their memory, they cannot be blamed for what happened before.

Yan Zhen felt like she had randomly met a handsome young man she liked outside, only to find out in bed that he was her boss.

The problem is that she had just recently and firmly rejected her boss's advances.

Now, facing Jing Chen's mocking expression that seemed to say, "See? You still prefer my taste," she gritted her teeth inwardly.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Zhen asked, "Why did you appear in this world?"

"Didn't that damned bird tell you that my divine consciousness is randomly scattered across the three thousand worlds..."

"I've said that before, but with billions of people in this world, why is it such a coincidence that you just happened to run into me?"

"You're asking me? I'd like to ask you the same thing." Jing Chen's tone was icy. "I'm perfectly fine in this world, why did you have to come and provoke me?"

His consciousness was placed in the Three Thousand Worlds to be nourished and repaired. According to the original program, he would stay in this world until he was seventy years old, and only after he died of old age would he regain his memories and return to the Quick Transmigration Division.

However, due to Yan Zhen's appearance, he was prematurely awakened by a crisis warning, forcibly restored his memories, and interrupted the repair process.

Yan Zhen was speechless as he recalled how he had actively approached "Qi Zhaoyi" in order to provoke Fang Yi and Li Tingyi.

Who knew it would be such a coincidence? She only knew a few people in this small world, and one of them was Jing Chen.

She's just unlucky!

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen got out of bed with a gloomy look on his face and said insincerely, "I'm sorry to have disturbed the Lord God from repairing his divine consciousness. Please forgive me, you are magnanimous."

Jing Chen frowned as he watched her actions and asked, "Where did you go?"

"go home."

"You're just leaving?"

Yan Zhen buttoned up his shirt, glanced back at him, his gaze moving from top to bottom and then back up, pausing meaningfully when it landed on the spot where Yan Zhen was standing at attention: "If you don't want to do it with me, what am I doing here?"

His consciousness was stimulated to activate a crisis warning, forcibly restore his memories, and even reveal his identity, indicating that he subconsciously resisted having intimate relationships with himself.

Although she didn't know why he had claimed to like her in the previous world, he was now so rejecting of her here.

But reason told her that leaving was the best option.

Jing Chen: "..."

Watching Yan Zhen walk out of the hotel room and the door click shut, Jing Chen's forced composure finally cracked.

He suddenly jumped up and paced back and forth on the bed, feeling both annoyed and irritable. He then grabbed a pillow and threw it off the bed.

So angry! ! !

I really want to strangle her!!!

After venting his anger, Jing Chen looked down and saw his private parts. He held back for a long time before kicking the headboard.

"You good-for-nothing!!!"

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Yan Zhen came out of the hotel carrying her bag and ran into the crew members.

The other person greeted her with a smile: "Miss Gao, where are you going?"

Yan Zhen returned a polite smile: "Ayi is feeling unwell after drinking too much. I'll go out and buy some hangover medicine."

Upon hearing this, the staff member kindly pointed out the location of a nearby pharmacy.

Yan Zhen thanked him, reached the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left.

She flew back to Ningcheng overnight.