Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

After speaking, she went to prod his body with the little stick, and the rod missed its mark.

Instead, it jabbed below the waist.

Qi Chimu, whose body had built up a growing mass of flames, finally burst. With most of his body recovered, he shot up and grabbed her wrist. He snatched her wooden rod away, and pushed her under his body.

Then he straddled her body and captured both her hands with one of his own.

No matter how weak he was, he was still a man.

Bai Weiwei, a young unmarried girl, was immediately suppressed firmly.

Qi Chimu looked down at her, his face flushed and his expression ferocious.

In the darkness, his black hair lay scattered down his back. He looked just like a demon.

Bai Weiwei was frightened, her apricot eyes opened wide. A trace of horror flashed across her face.

“Let go of me, Qi Chimu.”

He looked at her sinisterly, revealing a malicious smile.

Then he took that little wooden rod and prodded Bai Weiwei’s waist. “Does it hurt?”

Bai Weiwei groaned, unable to stop the laugh from escaping.

She was ticklish there. It was different from Qi Chimu’s stimulation; she just wanted to laugh.

Qi Chimu paused his actions.

The smile of the woman beneath his body was more brilliant than the candle light, three parts coquettish, seven parts charming.

Unable to help himself, he poked her waist again with the wooden stick.

Bai Weiwei couldn’t take it anymore, and she trembled with laughter. Her eyes were misty with tears, both pitiful and cute.

Qi Chimu’s eyes darkened, and his lips hooked up into a sneer.

“This is your torture, laughing to death.”

Bai Weiwei slowly settled down. She glared at him, her eyes wet with tears.

“Qi Chimu, you bastard, get off.”

This tearful look was like cold dew on flower buds, enticing one into picking them.

Qi Chimu’s heart skipped a few beats, his breathing growing heavier. In the cold winter month, his body was burning like fire.

Bai Weiwei suddenly said angrily, “What are you poking me down there with a stick for, get off.”

The small wooden stick in Qi Chimu’s hands had already been tossed aside.

Where did this stick come from?

He stiffened, knowing that he had lost his self-control.

Bai Weiwei struggled. “You want to poke a stick into my chrysanthemum?”

What were these super shameful lines?!

Qi Chimu’s eyes were red, his face burning. He was truly angered by Bai Weiwei’s recklessness.

Her soft and warm body was still beneath his, rubbing, struggling, helpless and making one unable to help taking a few bites.

He just felt the blood racing through his body, his head about to split open.

Tonight, Bai Weiwei had indeed tormented him unbearably.

Coupled with the past bullying, it was simply old hatred rising up with new.

Bai Weiwei was still cursing with wild abandon. “Qi Chimu, if you dare to hurt me, I’ll make you regret it1.”

Qi Chimu was silent, but a sliver of his reason crumbled.

Finally, under the assault of her endless prattle, a terrible thought surfaced.

Ruin her.

The most important thing for a woman was her purity. Ruin her, and he would get revenge for all her past wrongdoings against him.

Qi Chimu didn’t know whether he was succumbing to the dry fire burning throughout his body, or whether he really wanted revenge.

He stared at her opening and closing lips, red and moist. Coupled with her fragrant body, she was practically a soft and delicious delicacy.

Bai Weiwei suddenly realized the danger. She shut her mouth and finally softened and begged, “Qi Chimu, let me go.”

Her voice was too sweet.

The person listening was more unable to suppress his wicked thoughts.

The next moment, her lips were captured.

With some nibbling, an inexperienced and unskilled tongue broke past her lips.

As though he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.

Bai Weiwei was stunned. She saw the man on top of her, the dark flames in his eyes.

Then she heard the favorability notification.

【Ding, male lead’s favorability: 0.】

1: 混不下去: no longer to carry on.↩