Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



Yaoyao lay at the foot of the bed, utterly amused by the sight of his toes curling and quivering.

"Haha…"

Her silvery laughter permeated the space inside the bed netting. As it entered Beitang You's ears, it seemed to reach his heart as well, and the tingling sensation sent a wave of goosebumps spreading all over his body. 

Unaware of the change in him, Yaoyao pulled up one of his trouser legs and tickled his skin with the tip of her hair, making his muscles twitch uncontrollably.

She never knew Beitang You was so ticklish.

She was so engrossed in her fun that she did not notice the danger that was about to befall her.

"Are you having fun?"

There was a seductive edge to the man's husky voice.

"Yes…" Yaoyao stopped short.

She whipped her head around, her eyes widening. "You promised you wouldn't make a sound! And where's the handkerchief covering your eyes? You broke your word!"

"Yaoyao, you're driving me crazy…" Beitang You's eyes narrowed. Without warning, he placed one hand on her cheek and gave her a push on the shoulder with the other, sending her falling instantly into the soft heap of blankets.

Before Yaoyao knew it, his heavy body pressed down against hers.

Alarmed, she instinctively opened her mouth to scream, but the man swiftly covered her lips with his large hand. "Don't scream. I'm not going to do anything."

Yaoyao stared at him in bewilderment, more shocked than shy. Frowning, she said disapprovingly, "Then get off me. You're awfully heavy."

Beitang You gazed down at her for a while before moving away slightly.

Unable to stand the atmosphere, Yaoyao poked him in the chest. "Can we sit up and talk properly?"

"I want to lie down with you like this." Sighing, Beitang You clasped her dainty fingers.

Yaoyao struggled to break free of his grasp, but she was nowhere as strong as him. She glared at him and said accusingly, "This is against the rules!"

Beitang You arched an eyebrow. "How so?"

"We agreed that the loser would listen to the winner, but you got up without my permission before the game ended. That's against the rules," said Yaoyao grumpily.

Seeing the girl's petulant expression, Beitang You chuckled and nuzzled his nose against her neck. "Well, that's because you kept messing with me. I simply couldn't stand it."

Yaoyao was a little sheepish, but she refused to back down. "I haven't even started messing with you. That was just an appetizer."

Beitang You, "..."

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he cleared his throat and asked, "Then how else do you plan to mess with me, Your Highness?"

This concerned Yaoyao's innermost secret, so she blushed and said nothing for a long while.

Beitang You was bemused.

She was not easily embarrassed like other girls; in fact, she was as bold as brass, so it was strange to see her turn so red.

"What's wrong? Are you too embarrassed to say it?"

Yaoyao nodded but refused to say anything more.

"It's all right. You can tell me—I won't tell anyone else," Beitang You coaxed her as if she was a child.

Yaoyao was caught in a dilemma. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came out.

Looking at the man's handsome face hovering right before hers, she bit her lip and eventually decided to spare him. She seized the moment when he was off his guard to push him away. "It's getting late—you should go to bed. I'm leaving now."

She scrambled up from the bed, combed her messy hair with her fingers hastily, and made a move to hop off.

However, now that she had sparked Beitang You's curiosity, he was not going to let her escape easily before he got an answer.