Chapter 36 Transmigrated "Since they're not lovers, then they must be boyfriends or..."

Sang Li moved her shoulders, seemingly urging Lu Jin on.

She stood straight, with a long, slender back and skin like white porcelain glaze, shimmering with a warm glow in the sunlight.

This white princess lace dress is very flattering, making the wearer look very slim. The back of the dress features layers upon layers of finely intertwined white ribbons, wrapping around from the shoulder blades to the waist.

Pull it out little by little.

It feels too ambiguous.

"It's suffocating, it's practically inhuman to wear." Sang Li was holding her breath. "It looks good but it's so painful. I'd rather wear loose clothes. Hurry up, I can't breathe. If I could take it off myself, I would have done it myself, right, old buddy?"

"..."

Where did that dubbed film accent come from?

"Don't just stand there," Sang Li urged.

Lu Jin raised his hand, his fingertips lingering behind her back for two seconds before falling down.

He started by gently untying the bow at the very top.

The fabric made a soft rustling sound as it was pulled, the ribbons were completely removed, the outer skirt was no longer restrained, and the white dress fell to the ground.

The petticoat and the inner skirt were visible.

The petticoat was also tied around the waist with a ribbon.

With each unraveling of the second, third, and so on, Sang Li felt a little more relaxed.

The light and shadow fell along the lines of her shoulder blades, like water, seeping into his deep gaze.

Until, she took off all but the last layer of her petticoat.

Layers of white lace piled up around her feet, like snowflakes melting away little by little.

She was wearing only a thin, close-fitting garment, standing with her back to him; the gossamer-thin fabric barely covered anything.

The shoulder blades trembled gently, like butterflies.

Lu Jin didn't speak, he just stood there, looking at her with unfathomable dark eyes.

Sang Li felt Lu Jin's hot breath and the corners of her mouth curled up.

She needs to confirm one thing.

Who is reliable and who is unreliable?

A creature's instincts will tell it.

For example, she didn't want to be near Slo, even her husband, but she felt uncomfortable whenever she got close to him.

But this person wouldn't.

The aura enveloped him; it seemed they should have had a more intimate relationship before.

For example, living together?

Or, sleep together?

Sang Li is a person who believes in instinct; her sixth sense doesn't lie.

Just as Lu Jin took off his outer skirt, Sang Li suddenly turned around, her bright and clear eyes meeting his, as if inviting him to a grand misunderstanding.

Lu Jin stared blankly for a second: "What?"

She smiled sweetly, like a little white fox, and asked, "Aren't you my lover?"

The word "lover" sounds so strange, it's like they're having an affair. How could he possibly be her lover? They could stand together openly and honestly, of course, not in this painting.

"I……"

Before Lu Jin could answer, his gaze took in the entire scene before him, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

This petticoat is a bit too much.

The corset cinches the waist from the waist down to the chest, perfectly accentuating every curve.

Just like the oil paintings of goddesses from the Renaissance period.

The design at the chest is extremely low, making it appear fuller.

This looks... elegantly erotic, compared to Sang Li's usual wide-open pajamas.

She never seemed to care what she wore or what others saw. For example, when they slept together, she always wore a spaghetti strap nightgown; she had so many straps that he could practically turn her back on them. But without exception, the neckline was always very low.

He remembered the first few times, he couldn't take his eyes off him, like a naive college student. He could only turn his head away, but he felt that such behavior was contrary to his personality. However, Sang Li seemed completely oblivious to this, and would even ask him why he was blushing.

Is this the difference between abnormal beings and humans themselves?

It shouldn't be that Sang Li has already gotten used to the gaze.

But it was precisely because of this personality that they were able to sleep together smoothly. In these aspects, she seemed like an untamed little animal.

But despite this.

It's still too low.

Lu Jin quickly raised his hand and confirmed once again that the pupil monitoring device was turned off.

Thankfully, the foresight was turned off.

He had known all along that this time it wouldn't go so smoothly; Sang Li's current state was a hurdle for him.

Lu Jin suddenly recalled that a few nights ago, Sang Li asked him what kind of girl he liked.

As she asked this question, she lay beside her, her dark, wet, glistening eyes looking as curious as a kitten. Sang Li's thought process was always strange; didn't she know that she was the only one beside her right now?

The two seemed to have crossed the line, but in reality, they were like a steel plate. If he didn't know Sang Li well, he would think she was deliberately seducing him.

Lu Jin's gaze became calm.

The world was left with only her and him, and even the air felt hot.

He was afraid that if he revealed even the slightest bit of this at this moment, others would see it.

Then, Lu Jin turned off the audio.

Based on his understanding, Sang Li was sure to say something surprising.

But his body still couldn't help feeling hot, after all, he was a normal man.

“You’re blushing,” Sang Li laughed, without the slightest bit of shyness, and asked, “If we’re not lovers, then are we boyfriends or sweethearts?”

Lu Jin paused, but did not answer.

"So you have a crush on me?" Sang Li asked again, pressing him relentlessly, eager to test the waters.

She craned her neck, almost touching Lu Jin's chest.

It glows beautifully with an alluring honey-like sheen, like white petals adorned with honey.

They just came up to me without any warning.

"Sang Li." Lu Jin resisted the urge to back down, warning her in a low voice, his tone deep and sharp like sand rubbing against metal. His spine was taut, as if rejecting her initiative.

The defensive strategy that had been built up in my mind completely collapsed.

The faint scent emanating from her lingered in his nostrils, making him feel nauseous.

He was too close; he had nowhere to look.

He didn't want to appear too blunt.

Lu Jin had never been so embarrassed before.

Sang Li, who has lost her memory, is incredibly bold.

Is this blatant temptation because you think you won't do anything?

Or rather, even if she did do something, she didn't really care that much.

"Hey," Sang Li said softly, "Don't back down! What are you afraid of?"

Lu Jin's Adam's apple bobbed.

Sang Li's behavior is not normal... At least most of the time, Sang Li is not a proactive person; she will constantly test the waters.

So, what does Sang Li want to confirm?

Lu Jin's gaze was obscure.

"Your gaze is too direct. I'm starting to doubt our relationship." She tilted her head to look at him, her voice like melting candy. "So, aren't you going to say anything?"

Lu Jin stared at her for a few seconds.

Oh, I see. He understood.

Sang Li.

so cute.

Just like small animals, they want to find clues through their biological instincts and then feel safe.

If the two of them can have physical contact smoothly, it at least proves that they have a past and that her body is not averse to it.

How could it be rejected?

They were together every night.

Lu Jin suddenly reached out, his fingertips landing on the metal clasp on her chest: "Do you want me to do this?"

Sang Li trembled slightly, but still held her head high.

She was trembling because she was startled.

But I didn't feel any aversion to it.

Especially such private parts.

He glanced down at his fingers, which landed right on his chest.

Although it didn't touch her skin, the angle was pretty much the same.

It's an ambiguous situation, and one that ordinary people wouldn't encounter. If it were two strangers, one of them would avoid it. Such intimate behavior makes it seem as if they've actually had a relationship.

This proves that this wasn't the first time it had been touched.

Sang Li blinked and teased deliberately, "What?"

"I'll tie it tight for you," he said.

But the buttons were clearly already fastened.

“Don’t let your hand shake,” she frowned, “or I’ll feel like you’re taking advantage of me.”

“You’re shaking too. Besides, I’m not bad looking either, so how come you’re not taking advantage of me?” Lu Jin retorted.

“Because I’m prettier, and I have a lot of men pursuing me, including married men.” Sang Li found it extremely interesting, her eyes crackling like burner flames, as if she wanted to burn through the quiet room.

Lu Jin took a deep breath.

It smells like an enticing peach scent wafting over, the kind that's almost rotten.

Is that the scent of Sang Li?

The next second, Sloan's uneasy knocking sounded from outside.

"Sang Li?"

Sang Li: "..."

Ah, the Empress has arrived.

Lu Jin closed his eyes and clicked his tongue impatiently.

Sang Li looked up, beckoned to Lu Jin with her finger, pointed to the knight's uniform next to her, and then said to the door, "I haven't finished taking it off yet."

Slow asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No need, just wait."

"good."

Sloan went silent again.

Sang Li whispered to Lu Jin, "Help me get dressed, hurry up, we're going to be discovered. Your eyes were so scary just now."

“You have no idea what kind of person you are right now, yet he actually wants to come in,” Lu Jin said sarcastically.

If Sloan comes in, I'll at least gouge out his eyes.

Sang Li asked, puzzled, "What does it look like?"

Lu Jin was very honest: "She's beautiful, the most beautiful in the world."

Sang Li smiled like a pale rose: "I'm not wearing anything special, why are you acting like this, like you've never seen a woman before? But I'm sure we are indeed very close."

Eyes don't lie.

Therefore, they should be very related.

Sang Li: "Name?"

"Lu Jin".

"Tell me, if you're lying, I'll find out."

“Of course I wouldn’t lie to you,” Lu Jin said, taking out the keychain that he and Sang Li had customized at the Peach Blossom Lovers Art Exhibition. “We have a very close relationship. If something happens to you, it’s only natural for me to come and save you.”

Lu Jin didn't say they were friends, only that they were close friends.

Sang Li realized that it sounded like he was probably a backup option.

She turned around, and Lu Jin handed her clothes while thinking of what to say.

It shouldn't be too complicated.

But it can't be too simple either.

We also need to make Sang Li distinguish between friend and foe.

He reopened the call mode with the team.

I pondered for a second.

“You’ve traveled through time,” Lu Jin said.

“Huh?” Sang Li was taken aback; she had considered countless possibilities.

What's going on?

Brother, what are you saying?

And why does this sentence sound so familiar...?

As if afraid of being discovered, Lu Jin tightened the belt around Sang Li's waist, causing her to suddenly lose her balance and fall backward, her back pressed against his chest, unexpectedly leaning into his arms.

"It's too tight!"

The entire garment clung to her body from her chest to her waist as if it had been tamed.

Lu Jin looked down at her, his chest heaving, and his voice unconsciously deepened: "Stand firm."

“…Your technique is terrible.” Sang Li turned her head away, her voice muffled.

Lu Jin's hand moved down along the belt on her waist, fastening it with leather buckles and hidden clasps. He seemed to know exactly how to fasten it tighter.

Lu Jin's actions made Sang Li feel like she was trapped in a cage.

He lowered his head, his breath lingering on Sang Li's neck: "Put your clothes on properly."

"Oh...and then?"

“You’ve traveled to Europe a long time ago,” Lu Jin said.

In the distant real world, Tang Lan, Zhou Fangyang, and Yu Qi were all petrified when they heard Lu Jin say, "You've traveled through time."

How was the "boss" character created?

They've run out of ideas, haven't they?

Tang Lan exclaimed, "What if Sang Li was an agent captured by the villain Slo?!"

Zhou Fangyang: "...Why don't we just tell the truth? Is the boss not thinking straight?"

Tang Lan: "Did I travel back in time to the day the villain married me?"

In the fitting room, Sang Li was incredulous: "Time travel?"

Lu Jin frowned, trying hard to recall if he had heard Sang Li's bedtime story that day.

This is basically the same routine.

Sang Li should be able to understand it easily, right?

"You came from another time, and so did I. This is not the real world, but a world created based on 16th and 17th century London. Many people are imprisoned here, including you and many victims. You came here to save the victims who entered this world, but you have lost your memory."

This is the best Lu Jin could come up with.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

Half a minute later.

"You mean, this place is fake, and I'm a secret agent who's here to save the world?" Sang Li asked.

“See, you know the word ‘spy,’ which proves you’re not from this era at all.” Lu Jin tightened his grip, pulling her into layers of knight’s armor. “Since you already believe in our relationship, I won’t lie to you. I have images and photos of us together, and I also have all your internet search records and history, proving that we are indeed very close.”

"..."

Historical records.

It doesn't sound like a good thing.

Lu Jin tightened his grip slightly: "So, I've come to save you."

He raised his arm, and the skin on the inside of his arm brushed slightly against her cheek.

A transparent LCD screen popped up on his wrist, showing Sang Li sleeping on his desk.

Very realistic.

He showed her some more clips.

"Right? I wasn't lying to you." Lu Jin said smugly.

Sang Li turned to the side and tilted her head back: "Really?"

What is it?

"You took pictures of me without my permission?" Sang Li asked in surprise.

That was indeed myself.

It cannot be faked either.

But who would follow you around taking pictures secretly?

Lu Jin: ...

He lowered his eyes, his hands suddenly tightening around his knight's armor: "What's wrong?"

"Then what should we do... Ugh! Be gentle!" Sang Li couldn't stand his brute force.

The close-fitting armor clung to the skin, making the chest and waistline too prominent, creating a contrast between softness and strength.

The silver-gray metal and crisscross straps hugged her body, making her look very sexy.

Lu Jin's eyes darkened.

At that moment, on the other end of the microphone...

"Boss, why don't you just shut it down?"

"Boss, we won't disturb your good time..."

"Boss, be gentle..."