The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Luo Liyan was so frightened that she closed her eyes as tiny sawdust flew past her face.

After walking a few steps, she felt Yuchi Che stop. The temperature around her became much higher, and there was a thin sound of water flowing.

What does he want to do?

Luo Liyan was startled. Just as she was about to open her eyes, her whole body was thrown out, and the splash of water quickly engulfed her.

"Asshole...bastard...I can't...swim..." Luo Liyan fluttered and saw Yuchi Che jump down and land next to her.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand, and before she could touch Yuchi Che, he directly pulled her into his arms and slid into the water leisurely twice.

"Are you sick? You dug the bath so deep?" Luo Liyan hung on Yuchi Che's strong body like a koala.

That arrogant tone was replaced by his low chuckle, "If I don't dig deeper, how can I enjoy your embrace?"

"What's so funny." Luo Liyan looked at his smiling face, which showed little improvement compared to when he was a child, and sighed, "He's throwing himself into his arms. You're not afraid of hurting other people's hearts if you recognize the wrong person?"

"Admit your mistake?"

Hearing that she still refused to admit her identity, the warmth on Yuchi Che's face gradually faded.

He held Luo Liyan and rowed to the edge of the pool, pressing her against Nuan Yu's dark steps, and kept rubbing her smooth face with the tip of his nose.

"Do you know how good you smell? Even after twelve years, I can't remember it wrong!"

"It's just the ordinary smell of rouge and gouache. If you want this smell, you can find a lot of them in the entire capital." Luo Liyan felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at the twinkling eyes staring at her. It jumped out of my throat.

"Oh? Really?" The corners of Yuchiche's mouth curved in a mocking arc, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed her collar, and pulled hard, revealing a large piece of snow-like skin.

The bright red bellyband was wetted by the rising water, and it stuck to the small round body, revealing an alluring arc.

Yuchiche looked at the alluring beautiful scenery in front of him with faint eyes, like a cheetah preparing to pounce.

"You pervert!" Without thinking, Luo Liyan raised her hand and slapped him in the face, making a crisp sound.

The air around him suddenly froze. Yuchiche looked at the little guy in his arms calmly, stretched out his red tongue and gently licked the corner of his mouth. It was dangerous, charming, and hopelessly sexy.

"Didn't you mention the smell of rouge and gouache? Then I'll clean you up and see if I remembered it wrong or if you were lying to me."

Wha...what?

Luo Liyan shrank her neck in fright.

What if he really took off his clothes?

Although the whip marks on his body were so faint that they were barely noticeable, there was no way they could escape Yu Chiche's eyes. Then he would definitely guess that he had just come back from the past.

Approaching with ulterior motives, or in such a bizarre way, I'm afraid it will lead to crazy revenge from him, right?

Luo Liyan tightened her clothes tightly on her chest, "Then... there's no use in washing it. The rouge and gouache have long been pickled."

Yu Chiche was stunned, never expecting that she would say such a ridiculous fallacy in order to deny her identity.

"Then let me taste it and see what it tastes like after being marinated in rouge and gouache." Yuchi Che laughed angrily, bowed his head and pressed his lips directly against Luo Liyan's bright red lips.