Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

He used to have a not so pleasant impression of her before.

He didn’t know why now, even if he just saw her ignorant eyes, he felt only the the most cute words in the world were suitable to describe them.

This feeling was extremely fresh.

【Ding, the male lead's favorability is at 40.】

Bai Weiwei questioned, “004, why do I feel like Han Zhengyu’s favorability is strange?”

It will not raise easily, but once it does raise, she doesn’t need to do anything but wait for the the favorability to go up on its own.

System: “You are a tyrannical M1, right? If you can’t raise the favorability, you should be afraid. But your scared because of the favorability is rising without you doing anything.”

Bai Weiwei thought this was also true. It was better to gain favorability than to have no favorability.

Han Zhengyu also lied down on the bed, this was his first time sharing a bed with Bai Weiwei.

Although he did not like Bai Weiwei before, he never touched her, only with her because of the constrictions of the marriage contract, so he had no idea about the other.

Even if he hated it, he wouldn't overstep his boundaries before the divorce.

Therefore now that he was together the child version Bai Weiwei, he was a bit clumsy.

Bai Weiwei took advantage of Han Zhengyu being lost in thought, and rolled into his arms.

Han Zhengyu became stiff, feeling the close touch of her soft body, his muscles became even more tense.

Originally, he wanted to reach out and push her away, but thinking about her foot injury he didn’t dare move.

Bai Weiwei used her face to rub against his chest very naturally, while looking at him with bright eyes. Seeming like she didn't know he was getting anger.

Han Zhengyu stopped breathing. Even though she was stupid, her body was still that of an adult, this was too stimulating for him.

“Gege…” Bai Weiwei whispered softly. This night, she was filled with the temptation to arouse the others’ thoughts.

Han Zhengyu only felt all the blood in his body rushing to a certain spot. He suddenly wanted to convince himself that they were husband and wife. That even if there was a relationship, it would be justified.

Bai Weiwei said sweetly, “Gege, tell me a bedtime story.”

Han Zhengyu was stunned, a bedtime story?

“What bedtime story?” Han Zhengyu saw Bai Weiwei’s incomprehensible expression, and the embarrassing thoughts in his heart slowly subsided.

Bai Weiwei's current IQ was that of a 6-7 year old child. He actually thoughts about her. He suddenly had the urge to run and hide.

Bai Weiwei said, “The three little pigs?”

Han Zhengyu’s face slowly became serious, “I won’t.”

“The… little girl who sells matches.”

“Haven't heard.”

“Snow White.”

“…Don't know.”

“The ugly duckling?”

“The ugly duckling? Is that a biological book about how ducks grow up?”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

System: “Did this guy not have a childhood?”

Bai Weiwei silently gave the system a like2.

Han Zhengyu saw Bai Weiwei wrinkle her face in disappointment. Although the cuteness level was off the charts, Han Zhengyu was still awkward because he had never heard of any of the bedtime stories she mentioned.

He tried to search through the books he had seen in the past, but found they were all on business management that were logical and rigorous huge books. There were no such thing as bedtime stories. His imagination was terrible in this respect. The language of this country has almost no words he doesn't know, but for him to put them together to make up a story, he has no talent in this area.

1: M, aka, masochistic↩

2: like a thumbs up on facebook, it's internet slang.↩