Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 111 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 22

When Song Xianyin and the others went down the mountain, they rode on the grandmother's son's motorcycle.

Qin Zhaochuan was a little tired, so he gently leaned on Song Xianyin's shoulder, squinting his eyes and enjoying the cool breeze.

He liked being with her, even when no one was talking to him.

There are too many unspoken understandings in the adult world.

This was Qin Zhaochuan's first time entering Song Xianyin's home. He was very nervous, but Song Xianyin was too tired to greet him.

Qin Zhaochuan sat on the sofa, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet. His trouser legs were still covered in mud, so he put his bag behind them, afraid of getting the sofa dirty.

The room was filled with her scent, and Qin Zhaochuan was so nervous that he kept drinking water.

After Song Xianyin finished showering, she sat down next to Qin Zhaochuan to dry her hair. Qin Zhaochuan really wanted to help her dry her hair; they must have reached the point where he could help her dry her hair now.

But he was too dirty.

He stepped into the bathroom, his heart pounding even faster. What was he going to do? Things seemed to be moving too fast. He had thought it would be a long time before he could get into her house.

The bathroom still smelled of fresh scents from a shower. Qin Zhaochuan stood blankly in the middle of the bathroom, his face growing increasingly red.

It's really crazy...

He now uses the same shampoo and shower gel as her, and the thought of this made Qin Zhaochuan start to scream silently.

Sure enough, he knew she liked him! She didn't like anyone else!

He noticed there wasn't a single pair of men's slippers in her shoe cabinet! The only two pairs she had were ones she had just ordered for him from a takeout delivery!

The bathroom was a bit small for him, but he wished he could stay there forever.

After finally finishing his shower, he looked at Song Xianyin, who was already fast asleep in bed, and his ears turned red again.

He must be someone who makes her feel very safe.

Qin Zhaochuan hummed a song silently, took the hairdryer, and went out of the room to dry his hair. She definitely liked him; she was just being arrogant.

He saw there was another room next door, but he didn't want to go there at all. In this heat, it didn't matter where he slept.

Qin Zhaochuan immediately dragged the blanket and lay down next to Song Xianyin's bed. He looked up and secretly glanced at Song Xianyin, his heart pounding.

He really wanted to shout it out loud, but he didn't dare.

Listening to Song Xianyin's steady breathing, Qin Zhaochuan suddenly had a very greedy idea.

He wanted to sleep next to her for the rest of his life, even if it was just on the floor.

He glanced at Song Xianyin again; she was sleeping soundly, looking truly exhausted, curled up in the blankets, her face slightly flushed.

Qin Zhaochuan looked at her cautiously, feeling a little guilty. If he secretly kissed her, would she notice?

Finally, he held his breath, slowly approached her, and kissed her on the cheek.

After the kiss, he immediately lay down on the ground, pretending that nothing had happened.

Yeah yeah yeah!

He was listening carefully to Song Xianyin's movements, but she didn't notice!

Qin Zhaochuan fell asleep very late. The next day, when Song Xianyin got up, she was stunned to see the person at her feet.

She gently nudged him: "Qin Zhaochuan, go to bed."

She rented a two-bedroom apartment with a living room. Did he sleep there all night?

Qin Zhaochuan pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck sleepily, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm so sleepy."

He held her tightly, his body stiffening slightly. Song Xianyin noticed his slightly reddened ears but didn't expose him.

Qin Zhaochuan was breathing heavily, his face was frighteningly red, her body was limp, but he dared not exert any force.

He opened his eyes, showing no sign of sleepiness at all. He looked into her eyes, his eyelashes fluttering.

He tentatively kissed her cheek, and Song Xianyin did not push him away. He looked into her eyes and moved closer to her little by little, his hands trembling slightly.

Their breaths mingled, and Qin Zhaochuan kissed her lips, from the corners to the cupid's bow, his breath instantly enveloping her as he traced the outline of her lips.

His tongue gently pried open her teeth, probing deeper and deeper. She struggled to breathe and tried to push him away, but he only moved closer.

His lips continued to move downwards, gently kissing her neck. Song Xianyin weakly tilted her head back, and soft, ambiguous sounds filled the room.

Qin Zhaochuan stroked the skin on her waist, his eyes fixed on hers, filled with longing.

His eyes were wet with tears, and he held her tightly, but he didn't dare to take the next step.

"Hiss—" Song Xianyin winced in pain.

Qin Zhaochuan bit her lip, then carried her back to bed.

"Feel sorry."

Qin Zhaochuan blushed and ran to the toilet. The toilet wasn't very soundproof, so Song Xianyin pretended not to hear and left the room.

When the two parted, Qin Zhaochuan was extremely depressed. He sat in the car, holding Song Xianyin, and kept smelling her scent.

He just wanted to cling to her every day. If only he could shrink, he could be with her every day.

Looking at Qin Zhaochuan's beaming face, Secretary Lin knew that he had definitely gotten what he wanted.

Because the CEO actually gave him a raise...

The CEO no longer stays at the company after get off work; he's become the kind of person who leaves work as quickly as possible and arrives at work on time, something he used to hate.

Today, Qin Zhaochuan is going to accompany Song Xianyin to interview a woman who has been a victim of domestic violence. Qin Zhaochuan is afraid that Song Xianyin will get hurt, so he insists on going with her.

It was a very dark alley, and the streetlights were all broken. Qin Zhaochuan frowned deeply.

What if she encounters danger while traveling alone? Even though she's very capable, he's still worried about her.

As soon as they knocked on the door, a fierce voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

The cries and screams of a woman and a child kept coming from inside: "Miss Song, run!"

"Mom..." The child hid in the woman's arms, his face covered in tears.

"Bang—" A heavy impact sound suddenly came from inside the room.

Qin Zhaochuan grabbed Song Xianyin, who was about to rush forward, and kicked the door open.

The man in the room immediately became agitated upon seeing Qin Zhaochuan: "Who is this man? Speak up!"

Looking at the man reeking of alcohol, Qin Zhaochuan felt nothing but disgust. He hated men who were good for nothing but hitting women.

He quickly got into a scuffle with the man, but it was actually Qin Zhaochuan beating him unilaterally.

Song Xianyin quickly pulled the mother and daughter out and then dialed the police.

The man was furious and brandished a knife, ready to slash at Qin Zhaochuan. Song Xianyin rushed to help Qin Zhaochuan, making sure the woman took a picture with her phone.

When the police arrived, the man who had been so arrogant immediately became obedient and kept crying and begging for mercy from the police.

Although Qin Zhaochuan wasn't seriously injured, he had some scratches on his face. He noticed Song Xianyin's distressed gaze, and his expression suddenly became vulnerable.

Song Xianyin looked at him worriedly: "Are you alright?"

She just saw that the man didn't even get close to her, so why does he look so badly injured?

Qin Zhaochuan held her hand tightly and coughed weakly.

Everything was fine before, but now something's wrong.