Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1064 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (62)

Under the dim yellow light, her lovely lashes covered those eyes that were bright and filled with disgust towards him.

A beautiful, fair face that still held an innocence, unknowing of the world’s affairs.

Wicked to the point of foolishness.

Qi Chimu’s fingers uncontrollably stroked her face.

Once he became the top scorer, she could live with her head held high1.

Was she not vain, liking to flatter those above and trample those below?

Why couldn’t she understand that only when he stood tall would she be able to trample others?

He gently kneaded her face for a moment before getting up and walking over to the table. He rummaged through the items and took out the thing she had stuffed inside.

It was a cheat sheet.

Qi Chimu looked at this little sheet and couldn’t help shaking his head. “Even framing someone this straightforwardly, how incorrigibly stupid.”

But the words carried not the slightest bit of anger.

Rather, there was a bit of helplessness.

After the examination, Qi Chimu calmly and naturally walked out of the testing site.

The topic was too simple, and he had already thoroughly deduced the examiner’s preferences. Not a single accident occurred.

As he walked out of the examination site, a carriage sped past him.

The carriage was extremely lowkey, without any luxurious aspects whatsoever.

But Qi Chimu clearly spotted the emblem of the royal family on the wooden surface.

It was the third prince’s carriage.

This time should be when the third prince was pushed out to the Great Imperial Temple to pray for blessings for the emperor.

In his last life he had appeared too late and was unable to become acquainted with the third prince when he was at his most desperate.

As a result, in the future he had to take out his inheritance and spend many years before earning the third prince’s trust.

This life, he planned to approach the third prince much earlier on.

The more desperate he was, the easier it would be to approach.

Qi Chimu thoroughly calculated his personal interests and returned home.

He found Bai Weiwei sitting by the window, nibbling on a fruit.

She didn’t notice him as she swung her legs in satisfaction. Her skirt was like a flower, rippling along with her movements.

Carefree and without worries.

Qi Chimu’s expression was frosty, but his eyes couldn’t help but soften.

In the cold room of the past, having one more person was noticeably too crowded.

It seemed that her breath touched all four corners.

All the calculations in Qi Chimu’s heart vanished. All that remained were thoughts on how to toss her about.

Bai Weiwei heard the system’s notification that Qi Chimu had returned and calmly took a bite of the fruit. Just as she was about to swallow, she felt a warm chest press itself to her back.

She nearly choked herself to death.

What kind of reminder was this?

Letting the person rush over behind her before speaking up?

Holding the fruit in her hands, she hurriedly adjusted her expression. Her eyes were wide in surprise as she turned to look back at him.

As a result, there was not enough time for her to orient herself before she turned around.

His gloomy and cool gaze softened by several degrees.

Qi Chimu indulged in her fear neither too much nor too little. His fingers softly stroked her black hair. His tone was calm and dark.

“I was kicked out of the examination room.”

A gleam of joy flashed across Bai Weiwei’s eyes.

But Qi Chimu’s next sentence made her unable to smile.

“I know it was you who stuffed in that cheat sheet.”

Bai Weiwei promptly retorted, “No, it wasn’t me.”

Qi Chimu looked at her with a smile that wasn’t a smile. “The handwriting is yours, yet you’re still quibbling. A plagiarist is not allowed to enter the examination hall for life. You made me lose my qualifications for the imperial exam. Right now, I wish I could chew you up and swallow you into my stomach.”

Sure enough, Bai Weiwei grew afraid. Her pink face lost its color, and she stared at him with anxious eyes.

Like an imprisoned little animal, wishing it could bury its head and hide.

Qi Chimu covered up his smile and deliberately let his gaze grow harsh and cold.

“I have nothing now. I may as well just kill you. Stuff you into the well and say you committed suicide ba.”

Bai Weiwei anxiously cried out, “Don’t kill me.”

During this period of time, Qi Chimu’s savage appearance truly was like that of a murder, causing this little pitiful creature to be tormented and develop a psychological shadow.

Qi Chimu still wanted to frighten her.

Suddenly, a kiss fell on his face.

The kiss was wet with tears, grieved and rough, but unexpectedly wrapped in honey.

She wrapped around his neck, weepily kissing him.

Qi Chimu had a stunned expression on his face, the familiar ruthlessness disappearing.

“Don’t kill me.” Bai Weiwei seemed ready to faint from anxiety, completely unaware of what she had just done.

Qi Chimu was dazed as he was kissed by her.

His heartstrings quivered, his head growing light for some unknown reason.

Then he spoke aloud a sentence that should have been impossible. “I won’t kill you. I couldn’t bear to.”

【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 50.】

: 耀武扬威: to show off one’s military strength; to strut around.?