Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

“I can’t do this right now.”

A gentle breeze blew gently in the quiet little courtyard. The warm sunlight was like a warm mat, the green bamboos swayed gently, the birds chirped clearly, and the fragrance of apricot blossoms slanted along the path.

The rebuilt little courtyard was simple and crude. There was only a shallow gray stone table in the middle of the courtyard, and a few stone benches were scattered on either side.

The handsome youth sat at one end of the stone table, his loose hair swaying in the wind. He held a bunch of Ice Spirit Flowers in his hand, and the light blue petals had two or three drops of dew on them, reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight.

That was Xie Ziyou’s request. He wanted to use the delicate stem of the flower to train Guan Heng’s control over his Xuan Qi. Guan Heng had to be punished every time he broke a flower. There were many ways to be punished, from cooking and making soup to repairing the house and setting up formations.

Of course, Xie Ziyou had also said that if there was a day when not a single petal was damaged, he would consider giving the youth a reward.

Guan Heng’s training was both difficult and blissful.

Across from him, the gray-haired youth sat quietly on the stone bench, his head hanging down in a daze. His right hand, which was resting on the stone table, suddenly clenched tightly. His knuckles were pale, and his complexion was pale.

The “director”‘s possession had caused Wu Cong a great deal of damage. His body was like a sieve with a leak. Even though the Wu clan was a big family and could use precious spirit herbs to save the youth’s life, his cultivation had fallen below the fourth level, and it would be difficult for him to advance any further for the rest of his life.

Even more miserable was Wu Zhengying, who was still unconscious on the bed, unable to wake up.

The “director” had not only sucked away his cultivation, but no one knew exactly what it was.

Whether it was his vitality or his soul, these were all things that far surpassed the abilities of ordinary practitioners.

Wu Cong could only turn to Guan Heng for help.

Even though he was unwilling, the youth in front of him was the only existence in the world who had grasped the power of primal chaos. He wanted to fight for a chance at life for his younger brother, so the youth could only approach him nervously, whispering softly, and pleading with Guan Heng to help.

Unexpectedly, Guan Heng’s attitude was much better than he had imagined. Hearing Wu Cong’s intentions, the youth’s brow furrowed tightly, and his expression darkened slightly. He immediately followed Wu Cong to carefully examine Wu Zhengying’s condition.

The conclusion he came up with was still “impossible.”

Wu Cong’s eyes darkened bit by bit.

His gray-white hair withered like weeds, sweeping across the youth’s thin cheeks. He grinned, revealing a wry smile of self-mockery.

He had never paid attention to his younger brother before, finding him incompetent, troublesome, and noisy. It was only out of affection for him that it was inconvenient for him to drive him away.

But a few days ago, he had been possessed by his master, and he had curled up in a corner of his body in fear. He had watched helplessly as “himself” had deceived Xie Ziyou and emitted a gray aura, causing the densely packed crowd in front of him to collapse one after another like cutting rice. Even though he was burning with anxiety, he was unable to move an inch.

No one could resist the powerful “himself,” and even less save him.

The youth was in despair, and all hope was lost —

He heard a crisp “Brother Cong.”

It was Wu Zhengying.

The youth looked at him, his eyes shining.

He, Wu Cong, was the heir of the Wu clan, a future leader with boundless prospects. He had so many flattering and adoring juniors behind him, and he had also befriended so many talented geniuses. But at the moment of life and death, in the vast sea of people, there was only one person who had managed to prop himself up, his teeth bleeding, yet he still managed to crawl in front of “himself” with difficulty and reach out to him —

It was this younger brother he didn’t like very much.

… How laughable.

Wu Cong shook his head and slowly got up. He took a deep breath and bowed to Guan Heng.

“Thank you … for saving my life.”

Once he finished, the youth sadly turned around, his thin body swaying in the wind. His wide sleeves fluttered as he lowered his head and prepared to leave.

“Wait!” Guan Heng laughed bitterly and shouted at the youth’s back, “What’s the rush? Just because there’s no solution at the moment doesn’t mean there’ll never be a solution. ”

Wu Cong’s back trembled.

The youth suddenly turned around, a hint of pleasant surprise in his eyes.

Guan Heng nodded at him.

“Once I reach the ninth step, I should be able to save him.”

“Until then, you have to protect him.”

“No problem.” Wu Cong’s expression was rarely serious. He said word by word, “I will take good care of him.”

…

Having solved Wu Cong’s problem, Guan Heng turned around and returned to the house.

The moment the door was pushed open, Xie Ziyou, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, cast him a curious and puzzled gaze. He couldn’t help but ask, “What are you guys talking about?”

“Wu Zhengying’s business,” Guan Heng said lightly. “It’s a small matter.”

The youth found a vase and inserted the blooming flower branch in his hand into it. His fingertips gently brushed the petals that were as thin as cicadas’ wings, sweeping away the morning dew.

Behind him, Xie Ziyou stared at him with his beautiful peach blossom eyes. He said unhappily, “A human life is at stake. How can it be a small matter?”

“Rest assured, Xie Ziyou.”

Guan Heng turned his head and winked slyly. “Actually, I can save him, but I’m going to leave him out to dry.”

“If he does his best to take care of Wu Zhengying, at least he has some conscience. If he fishes for three days, sunbeds for two days, and finds it troublesome if he doesn’t take care of her for a few days — I will definitely let Wu Zhengying see this fellow’s true cold-blooded nature.”

Xie Ziyou was silent for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

So that’s how it is.

“Guan Heng,” he said softly. “You’re … quite scheming.”

Guan Heng’s heart suddenly trembled.

His slender fingers that were caressing the flower petals trembled slightly. The profound energy he had gathered had inadvertently lost its strength. A fingernail-sized flower petal was torn from the middle and pulled into the youth’s hand.

Guan Heng: “…”

He pinched the flower petal and pondered for three seconds. Then, he quickly tore off the other half of the flower petal and crushed it into powder with his fingertips, destroying the corpse.

Then, the youth turned around and placed the porcelain vase filled with fresh flowers into Xie Ziyou’s palm. He smiled gently.

Xie Ziyou casually took the porcelain vase. His gaze swept across the icy blue flowers, his brows slightly furrowed. He asked, “You didn’t break a single one?”

Guan Heng nodded obediently.

Xie Ziyou examined the porcelain vase suspiciously. His slender fingers brushed across the pale petals. He said uncertainly, “Why do I remember … that this flower wasn’t like this in the beginning?”

“How could it be?” Guan Heng said gently. “You You, you remembered wrongly.”

“… Alright.”

Xie Ziyou actually didn’t particularly care about the minute damage to the flower petal. Seeing Guan Heng so certain, he didn’t ask any further. He casually placed the vase on the table and hooked his finger at Guan Heng.

Guan Heng followed his advice and took a step forward … receiving a sweet and soft kiss.

This was the reward.

But the youth’s mind was in turmoil. He always felt that it wasn’t enough.

Especially after meeting Wu Cong and learning of Wu Zhengying’s current situation, Guan Heng held his beloved lover in his arms. His heart involuntarily stirred. His eyes darkened slightly as he held Xie Ziyou with one hand and the back of the youth’s neck with the other. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss.

Sparks of excitement exploded between the two of them. The densely packed nerve endings on the lips, teeth, and upper jaw were suddenly awakened. The numbness spread along the base of his tongue, causing a series of electric shocks at the end of his spine.

The two of them were both hot-blooded youths. As they kissed, things gradually spiraled out of their control.

Guan Heng did his utmost to suppress his rapid breathing and whispered to Xie Ziyou’s flushed ears, “You You?”

Did he do it?

Xie Ziyou’s expression was hazy as he nestled in his arms. He whispered, “… Alright.”

Since he had decided to be with the youth in front of him, Xie Ziyou had already prepared himself for a more intimate contact. He could feel how much Guan Heng cared for him. If he said “no” now, Guan Heng would definitely stop immediately.

But what was the point?

Everything was just a matter of course.

Having experienced the baptism of the information explosion in his previous life, Xie Ziyou had always been a little curious about this matter, besides being embarrassed. He dizzily clung to Guan Heng’s shoulder. Feeling the fiery aura coming at him, his mind was stirred. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He asked subconsciously, “Do you know what to do?”

Guan Heng’s kissing of him suddenly stopped.

Xie Ziyou turned his head slightly and met the youth’s excited and bewildered gaze, which was filled with joy and bewilderment.

… Holy shit.

Xie Ziyou’s head, which had been raging, instantly regained its clarity. Grumbling, Xie Ziyou crawled up from the bed, asking incredulously, “You don’t know?”

Guan Heng’s breathing quickened.

The youth was at a loss for words. Hesitating, he said in a small voice, “… You teach me?”

Did I know?!

Xie Ziyou really wanted to grab this bastard’s clothes, pick him up, and fling him to see what was in his head.

His face was red, and he stared at Guan Heng fiercely. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out a sentence.

“I, also, don’t, know!”

A tsunami of frustration and guilt engulfed Guan Heng in an instant.

The youth’s head was steaming hot, and he really wanted to give himself a few slaps in the face — such an important matter. He actually didn’t know how to know in advance and make preparations?

Xie Ziyou could see Guan Heng’s frustration.

His heart softened, and he clung to the youth’s broad shoulders. Closing his eyes, he said in a small voice, “Forget it, that’s it.”

“You should have guessed what to do. Let’s continue.”

But Guan Heng hugged his slightly hot body, and after a long silence, he slowly shook his head.

He lowered his head, and lovingly left a kiss on Xie Ziyou’s forehead, like a feather lightly brushing past.

“Another day,” Guan Heng said softly.

Hmm?

Xie Ziyou huddled in Guan Heng’s arms, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes widened in surprise.

How could he hold back from spitting out the meat that was at the tip of his tongue?

Guan Heng’s emotions were complicated.

In his eyes, whether he could do it was one thing, whether he could do it well was another.

He didn’t want to hurt You You because of his rash actions.

In the end, he had been careless in this matter.

And in his arms, Xie Ziyou, whose eyes were similarly complicated, was lost in thought. His bright, watery eyes locked onto the youth’s body, scanning him inch by inch.

Xie Ziyou blurted out, “Guan Heng, do you … have something you can’t say?”

Guan Heng:!!!

Rivers flowed backwards, and mountains collapsed.

The burning meteor shower brought with it a high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees. With a bang, it exploded in the youth’s mind, sending sand and stones flying.

…

Guan Heng didn’t even wait until the next day. That night, he secretly climbed over the wall and left the hospital, heading straight for the city.

When the sky was slightly brighter, the youth slowly returned home, his clothes carefully wrapped in a few thin books — the most popular erotic pictures in the city, the Dragon and Sun Scroll.

Relying on his powerful perception, he quickly read through and mastered all the theoretical knowledge.

Thus, the next night, when Xie Ziyou rubbed the corners of his eyes and was about to climb into bed — —

A slender and strong hand reached out from the side and gently pulled the youth into his arms.

Guan Heng’s voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a hint of indescribable sexiness. His handsome features became even more profound under the light of the candlelight. Taking advantage of Xie Ziyou’s dazed expression, his fingertips slightly hooked, and with lightning speed, he unfastened Xie Ziyou’s belt.

“You You,” the youth said gently with a smile, “let’s continue what we did last time.”