Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Bai Weiwei struggled to open her eyes. She felt like she’d been crushed by a huge truck–her limbs shattered and her bones unable to be put together.

She couldn’t feel them anymore.

This kind of sensation was so painful.

Why was there no one-touch patch for removing aches.

Her hands and feet were soft as she tremblingly tried to get up.

After managing for a while, she fell back down again.

At the noise, the man who had been changing clothes behind the screen in front of the bed turned his head. Then, he neatly finished changing and walked out.

In the misty morning light, on the disheveled bed, the young girl’s black hair was scattered on her back that was as fair as jade. Because her skin was so exquisite and pale, the marks he had left were particularly conspicuous.

She seemed to feel someone watching. Her lashes trembled as she turned back to look at him in fright.

A pair of black and bright eyes, still misty with tears, were full of fear of him.

“Qi Chimu, you’re not human.”

Her voice was hoarse, with a seductive tone that she wasn’t aware of.

Qi Chimu was dressed in a white jacket and green robe. Without any twisted expression on his face, he surprisingly looked gentle and noble.

His calm eyes grew more profound.

The gentleness on his face gradually disappeared.

Bai Weiwei grew even more afraid. She promptly turned her body, not daring to look at him.

But she didn’t know that this posture completely exposed her back to him. Under the delicate and round shoulders, her butterfly bones were exquisite.

Qi Chimu’s mind was immediately pulled into the chaotic and lascivious scene of last night.

She, who had been meticulously raised for ten and some years and was delicate and soft.

Was handled wantonly by him.

Those feeble sobs, the helpless begging, it all made his dark and twisted heart obtain immense satisfaction.

Compared to stringing up the enemy and executing them with a thousand cuts, this gave him much more satisfaction.

Qi Chimu gave a thin smile. He reached out and slowly stroked her trembling back.

He brushed over every single mark he had left.

His actions were gentle but terrifying.

Tormenting her like this was much more amusing than casually letting her die.

After marrying him, she was now someone he could deal with at any time. There was no place for her to escape.

For this pitiful and arrogant cousin.

Was it not a crueler revenge?

Qi Chimu caressed her body. Only after having his fill of her fear did he bring over her robes.

With warm fingers, he firmly and gently dressed her. His actions were neither quick nor slow, nor did they allow any refusal.

Bai Weiwei, who had been tossed about until she could hardly get up, could only act like a doll and be personally dressed and waited on by him.

Then he pulled her over to a dressing table. “Biao mei, I will dress you ba.”

He had never thought there would be a day when he would be so impatient to dress her.

Dressing her in clothes, adorning her beautifully, even putting on her shoes–not in the slightest did he feel that any of it was strange.

Because she was his. Therefore, he was dressing up one of his things.

There was a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Feeling that she’d become a plastic dolly, Bai Weiwei somewhat speechlessly stared at Qi Chimu.

Qi Chimu thought that she was frightened into submissiveness and was even more gentle as he drew a peach blossom on her forehead.

The bright red petals, along with the faint red at the corners of her eyes, created a gorgeous sense of beauty.

He had always known that she looked good and was very beautiful.

When she was young, she looked like a jade doll. As she grew older, she became vicious yet still looked good.

He couldn’t resist kissing the peach blossom on her forehead.

His action was tender and deeply affectionate, but his voice was soft and cruel.

“Biao mei, how does it feel to marry the man you hate and loathe the most.”

Bai Weiwei pursed her lips, answering him with somewhat fearful silence.

Qi Chimu lowered his eyes, continuing with a smile, “Disgusting, or nauseating?”

Bai Weiwei bit her lip and finally said softly, “Neither. I also like biao ge.”

She sounded as though she wanted to cry.

Qi Chimu’s smile became more pleasant.

Last night, in order to have her say this sentence, he had tormented her for more than half the night.

In the future, he would use even more terrible methods of torment to have her say even more pleasing words.

Her suffering was his happiness.

He would have to do it a few more times.

For the first time, Qi Chimu realized how enjoyable and pleasant revenge could be.

This kind of revenge could last for a lifetime ah.