Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

“Who, who’s You You!”

“Let go of me, I’m your shijie!”

Xie Ziyou’s ears were red, and he didn’t have the confidence to resist. His hands pushed against Guan Heng’s fiery chest.

The smell of alcohol made Guan Heng’s embrace even warmer. The young man’s peach blossom eyes glistened, and the ends of his eyes turned slightly red.

At first glance, it didn’t look like he was struggling, but more like he was resisting.

It wasn’t easy for Guan Heng to capture someone. How could he let go so easily?

He chuckled. “You You, I left your aura in the core of the array. Other than you, no one else can enter.”

Xie Ziyou: “…”

F * ck.

There was such a move. How could it be so ruthless?

If he left his aura, he wouldn’t be able to control himself in the future?

Xie Ziyou almost wanted to crack open the main character’s head to see what kind of messy things were inside.

But Guan Heng’s cheerful smile and the gentleness in his eyes instantly blurred his vision and blocked all his words.

Guan Heng wrapped his arms around Xie Ziyou’s slender waist. His fingertips touched Xie Ziyou’s slender white wrist. His delicate skin felt like silk. He couldn’t help but feel his blood surging, and his mind became restless.

But he was afraid of scaring You You away.

The young man’s eyelids drooped, and he took a deep breath. With his excellent self-control, he managed to suppress the impulsiveness in his heart. But if he could easily suppress his impulsiveness, how could it be considered impulsive?

“… Shijie.” Guan Heng’s voice was hoarse.

It didn’t matter. It was just a form of address. Whether it was “You You” or “Shijie,” it was you.

The candlelight flickered, falling into the young man’s deep and obscure eyes. A thick, ink-like color spread out.

Guan Heng’s arms couldn’t help but tighten. He lowered his head slightly and whispered into Xie Ziyou’s ear, “Shijie, do you still remember what you said in front of the Guan Residence?”

“You said, whether I, Guan Heng, live or die, I … will be your husband.”

The deep and magnetic voice was close to Xie Ziyou’s ear, like thunder exploding in Xie Ziyou’s ear.

The young man’s warm breath fell on his fair and delicate neck, carrying a teasing tone. His voice was low, ambiguous and affectionate, like the whispering of lovers.

Hearing the last few words, Xie Ziyou’s mind buzzed. An electric current suddenly surged up his spine.

He arched his back, his entire body as red as a steamed shrimp. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. He desperately tried to explain, “I, I did that because …”

“Because ‘Xie Ziyou’ wanted me to die.”

Guan Heng abruptly interrupted Xie Ziyou’s words.

He loosened his arms from Xie Ziyou’s slender waist and turned to press his hands on the young man’s shoulders. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes that were as deep as ink and as deep as the abyss stared fixedly into Xie Ziyou’s eyes.

“You want me to give up, you want me to hate you.”

Guan Heng’s tone was slow, almost one word at a time, but every word was enunciated with great clarity.

It was as if every word had been thought over in his mind for a long time, so long that it was thoroughly polished and memorized.

“Because you can’t marry me — your true identity, your family, your difficulties, none of them are allowed.”

Xie Ziyou was forced to look at Guan Heng in a daze. He watched as that pair of eyes that were so close to him gradually reflected the light of fire, reflected his own tiny silhouette, gradually shining like black obsidian.

He thought to himself, Huh?

What difficulties?

When did this happen?

Guan Heng’s brows gradually relaxed, and a wave of tenderness filled his eyes.

The young man’s lips slowly curled into a smile of joy. His thin lips parted slightly. “But you still saved me.”

“You You, you couldn’t bear for me to die. Why? ”

“Killing me was the most direct way. Only when I died would you truly be free of future troubles — but why did you save me?”

Xie Ziyou whispered and felt guilty. He tried to make a final struggle. “I didn’t …”

“You You!”

Guan Heng’s hand that was pressing down on Xie Ziyou’s shoulder suddenly tightened, and a heavy weight suddenly descended.

Xie Ziyou stared blankly. He staggered half a step after being pushed by Guan Heng. Only then did he realize that his legs were weak and he could barely walk.

The young man’s dark eyes surged with fire.

Outside, the wind began to howl and swirl around the simple courtyard, stirring up a large amount of sand and wind that slapped against the paper window.

The candlelight was battered by the wind, and the fire in the center swayed. The whole room flickered, and a faint shadow covered his head. Half of Guan Heng’s face was hidden in the shadow. His facial features became more and more profound, as sharp as a blade.

Xie Ziyou’s mind swayed.

The moment they looked at each other, he saw a trace of inexplicable loss and grievance in Guan Heng’s bright eyes.

It seemed to be questioning him: You clearly like me, why don’t you admit it?

— But how do you want me to admit it?

His mind was in turmoil, and the young man’s voice was gentle and calm, just like it had always been.

The oppressive atmosphere in the air pressed against him, forcing Xie Ziyou to almost suffocate.

The wine was sour, and the same grievance flooded his heart. Xie Ziyou sniffed and thought to himself, How the fuck am I supposed to admit it?

Say that I like you too, but we can’t be together?

Say that I have to leave sooner or later, and you hate that my points aren’t enough. Add in all my reserves from the previous worlds, and I can only stay in this world for 20 years?

Xie Ziyou’s long eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids drooped. He was just about to say, “Just give up.”

But Guan Heng beat him to it.

“You You, is your identity a hindrance, and you don’t want to be a burden to me? It doesn’t matter, I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman, and I don’t care how long you can stay. ”

The young man’s voice was clear, like the moon and the wind.

Xie Ziyou was stunned, and he blurted out, “How did you know …”

That I was leaving?

Guan Heng smiled, but didn’t say anything.

With his intelligence, and having experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships in the first half of his life, he had long since learned the ability to read people’s expressions.

And You You was the only person he cared about, the person he wished he could dig out his heart and protect. Xie Ziyou’s tangled little thoughts, his reluctance to part, but he didn’t know what to do with them, fell into Guan Heng’s eyes. He had long since made hundreds of guesses, and every guess had a corresponding plan.

When they had first met, You You had lied to him, saying that he was an immortal that had descended to the mortal world.

But now, it seemed that it might not be a lie.

Guan Heng gently pulled up Xie Ziyou’s right hand, and bit by bit, he pried the young man’s slender hand apart, pressing it against his chest.

Xie Ziyou felt his fiery chest under his palm, as well as his heart that was beating violently, Xie Ziyou’s blood surged in an instant. The rumbling sound of his heart beating seemed to be right next to his ears. The two rapid rhythms strangely merged together and merged together.

“Every day I spend with you is one more day of happiness. Every day I spend with you is one more day of profit. I think that in this life, I will never like anyone else like I like you. ”

“You You, marry me, okay?”

“I like you, only you.”

The young man’s eyes were clear, and his gaze was bright.

He held Xie Ziyou’s fair hand, and devoutly lowered his head, landing a kiss on the back of her hand.

It was extremely gentle, yet extremely sincere. When he lowered his eyes, the young man’s eyes scattered with thousands of starlight. The warm touch fell on the back of Xie Ziyou’s hand, and the small spot where his skin was pressed against suddenly became as hot as fire.

Just like that year, in front of the Guan Residence, the handsome young man held the Ice Spirit Flower in his hand, and kissed the petals lightly like butterflies.

The sunlight fell on his eyes, like a golden glow falling on a quiet lake.

In an instant, there were tens of thousands of fireworks, flying like meteors, overflowing with colors, shattering the sky.

The tip of Xie Ziyou’s nose was red, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered, reflecting the flickering candlelight. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Guan Heng’s grip was extremely tight. His five fingers were tightly gripping his wrist, as if he wouldn’t let go even if he was beaten to death.

Xie Ziyou was extremely helpless. He opened his mouth several times, his thin lips opening and closing, but in the end, he only uttered a feeble threat.

“Guan Heng, you will regret this.”

When Guan Heng heard this, he wasn’t angry, but happy.

“I won’t regret it,” he said happily. “If you want to regret it, it’s you who’ll regret it — why did you save me at that time? You You, if your heart softens for a moment, don’t even think about getting rid of me! ”

The air was filled with an intoxicating aura, and the young man’s bright black eyes flashed with light. His affection was even sweeter than the fine wine, almost causing one to indulge in it.

Xie Ziyou’s body was slightly tipsy, and he had already been blown away by the cold wind outside the courtyard.

But at this moment, under Guan Heng’s burning gaze, Xie Ziyou’s breathing involuntarily became very rapid. The unique burning sensation of alcohol once again surged into his heart. The jade cup poured down, drenching him to his heart’s content.

F * ck it.

As the alcohol surged, one hundred and eighty curses flashed through Xie Ziyou’s mind.

The flickering candlelight attacked his rationality, blinding his eyes — he had already been forced to this point, how could he not admit it?

Did he really not like Guan Heng?

No, he did! He liked it to death!

Ever since he destroyed the jade bracelet in the Luo Ridge forest, an extremely depressed feeling had lingered in Xie Ziyou’s mind.

Until now, when Xie Ziyou suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, he saw the crescent moon outside the window. In his daze, he still thought that he was still in the Luo Ridge.

When the first rays of dawn appeared, the dew in the morning was evaporated by the sunlight. A youth would come through the mist, his eyes gentle, and bring him a bowl of fresh fish soup.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and spat out a few words in a low voice, “I’ve really … I’ve really been ruined by you!”

Although his words were rebuking him, the strength that he had been trying to break free was quietly reduced. He allowed the youth to hold him in his arms, only quietly turning his head away, awkwardly unwilling to continue looking at Guan Heng.

He had a hundred reasons to reject Guan Heng.

Points, family, a predictable separation in the future, and all sorts of unpredictable changes in the timeline of the world … But there was only one reason to accept him.

However, after hesitating for several days and going around in circles, he still made the most irrational choice.

… This was probably the will of the heavens.

Guan Heng keenly sensed that his lover’s attitude had softened.

He had used decades of hardship to temper the ways of the world, all for this moment, so that he could see through the embarrassed face of the youth in his arms, and understand the sweet thoughts behind it.

In the next second, the joy that blotted out the sky and covered the earth came pouring over him. In an instant, it drowned him like a tsunami. It was like the sound of firecrackers in the new year. Sparks flew everywhere, fireworks filled the sky, and a stream of light danced in his heart.

Guan Heng couldn’t help but pull Xie Ziyou tightly into his arms, his hand on the youth’s slightly sunken crescent, his arm around his slender back, and blurted out, “You You, you, you agreed to me! You agreed to me, right? ”

He had always been a glib talker, but he stuttered out this simple sentence, repeating it over and over again.

Xie Ziyou blushed as he thought, I’m really stupid.

This main character, should I say you’re smart or stupid?

“… I didn’t say anything.” He raised his hand and pressed it against Guan Heng’s shoulder. His fingertips exerted force, and he gently pushed the eager youth away. He tilted his head and tried his best to hide his rapid heartbeat and breathing. “It’s too late, I’m leaving — Eh, what’s that?”

Xie Ziyou raised his head to look into the distance. Outside the door, the ink-like sky in the distance was dyed a brilliant red, rising like the morning glow. The stars and the moon avoided each other, and the red light seemed especially eerie in the silent night.

The night breeze carried with it a dry and hot aura, violently blowing, roasting the originally lush vegetation. Xie Ziyou sniffed and keenly smelled the bitter smell of something burnt.

That direction should be …

“The back of the mountain is on fire?”

Guan Heng couldn’t care about whether the sky was red or not.

He had finally broken through You You’s atrium and found a breakthrough. Now, let alone the back of the mountain, even if it was the end of the world or a comet hit the Earth, he wouldn’t even bother to raise his head.

“You You, did you agree to …”

“Yes!”

Xie Ziyou’s round eyes slightly widened, his beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, and the ends of his eyes blushed. He said shyly and angrily, “Is this the time to talk about this?”

“The back of the mountain is on fire. Master specifically instructed me to look at the Sly Butterfly Orchids. Aren’t you going to take a look?”

Guan Heng thought to himself, Sly Butterfly Orchids my ass. Aren’t they as important as a few flowers?

Anything that interfered with his relationship with You You deserved to die. If You You didn’t give him a solid answer, he wanted to rush to the back of the mountain and start a fire.

Xie Ziyou didn’t think so.

Firstly, the Sly Butterfly Orchids were indeed valuable. Secondly, there were still two days before the deadline for Guan Heng to hand in his mission. Now that the back of the mountain was on fire, no matter how he looked at it, it was clearly aimed at Guan Heng.

Xie Ziyou glanced at the youth with resentment. He turned and ran, his white dress fluttering as he dashed out of the door.

“If you don’t want to go, I’m going.”

“You You!”

Guan Heng smiled helplessly and could only follow the figure in front of him out of the door.

He felt some regret — in the end, he hadn’t been able to hear the words he wanted to hear from You You.

However, the night wind blew against his face, and the warm air quietly spread.

The youth caught up to the white figure in front of him, half a body length behind him. Looking at Xie Ziyou’s long hair that was blown up by the wind, and his red ears that were illuminated by the fire, he suddenly felt relieved and didn’t care.

The seventh level xiuzhe gave up floating and was willing to run with him on the ground.

Wasn’t this a form of expression?