[Quick Transmigration] Reverse strategy

sweet girl.

What can be regarded as a sweet girl?

Pei Youli stood in front of a clothing store, and for a long time took a picture of the wall that could reflect her face.

Isn't her appearance sweet?

Pei Youli opened naver, searched for examples, and compared the photos with herself.

She is now wearing trousers and a short top, with big waves and a baseball cap. It is indeed not very close to the sweet girl, but a bit... cool.

After thinking for a while, Pei Youli decided to give it a try for the one percent love value.

Holding a huge credit card, she rushed into clothing stores, gourmet stores, cosmetic stores... and styling rooms.

Because of consumption reminder text messages, Pei Youli's phone kept vibrating, but she didn't care much.

The time in each world is limited, money will not be kept, it is better to spend it when you are about to leave.

Bian Boxian's cell phone is also very lively, full of photos sent by Pei Youli.

In the first one, she is sitting at a table full of desserts, holding a plate of macarons, her smile is a bit stiff;

In the second picture, she is lying on an extraordinarily green grass, taking a selfie with the camera, with the scissors in an awkward posture;

Chapter 3, she held a glass of clear blue drink, blinked her big eyes, and pouted slightly.

……

Bian Boxian couldn't figure it out, so he replied——

[Bo Xian: Wife, what stimulated you? 】

Pei Youli:? ? ?

She worked hard for a long time, and only got what he said.

Pei Youli remembered the embarrassing scene when a person was taking pictures and the passers-by stared at her, she didn't reply, and turned off her phone directly.

Let's go and play, let the man work hard for the remaining one percent.

As a result, the few text messages sent by Bian Boxian all disappeared, and I haven't read them for a long time.

Moreover, after the filming was over, he called and only heard the beep of shutting down the phone.

Bian Boxian was slightly puzzled, and went back to the hotel first.

After about an hour, Pei Youli finally called him back, saying that she was taking a hot spring.

Bian Boxian put on a mask and followed the address to find it.

When he arrived at the lobby of the hot spring hotel where she was, he was about to make a call when he saw an extremely familiar figure.

Wearing a pink swimsuit, Pei Youli was standing beside a tall foreign waiter, talking to him.

The long legs are thin and white, the waist is delicate, the ankles are slender, and the curves are exquisite. Two low braids hang loosely on both sides of the collarbone, which cannot cover the slightly exposed gully.

Pei Youli is not short, but that foreigner is too tall, making her extremely petite.

The nature of the hotel is special, and there are many people around who are going to soak in the hot springs with bath towels or who have just come out of the hot springs.

However, no matter who it is, it is not as dazzling as her.

The people who came and went seemed to have turned into phantoms, Bian Boxian watched her from a distance, and his heartbeat accelerated rapidly.

After a while, he raised his phone again.

"Hello? Are you there yet?"

"No, did you book a room or..."

"I don't like to soak with others, so I ordered a private hot spring room."

"That's just right, I want to soak too, just wait for me for a while."

After saying this, Bian Boxian felt extremely guilty.

Because of Pei Youli's attire today, he felt that he looked like a villain who wanted to kidnap a girl from a good family.

"I haven't had any fun these days, so I can relax tonight."

Worried that she would disagree, Bian Boxian added more words.

Pei Youli had no doubts about him: "Okay, I'll send you the room number later."

After hanging up the call, Bian Boxian stayed in the lobby for a while, then went upstairs to her room.

After a while of mental construction, he pushed the door open.

I thought I would appreciate the "beautiful scenery" I just saw in the lobby up close, but Pei Youli wrapped herself tightly in a white bath towel, only her skirt and calves were exposed.

"..." Bian Boxian restrained his impulse, "Aren't you going to have a drink with me?"

Pei Youli was fighting with the steak she just ordered with a knife and fork: "I've been soaking for a long time, you can club yourself."

Bian Boxian reluctantly walked to her side: "It's boring for me to hang out by myself, so you just—"

Pei Youli brilliantly turned the knife and fork in one direction, and made a comparison at his neck: "Hey, soak yourself."

Bian Poxian: ...

He swallowed, took off his shirt, and entered the hot spring pool by himself.

"You said you were gentle with me yesterday, but you can really lie..."

Hearing his muttering and complaining, Pei Youli almost laughed off the steak she was biting into.

Bian Boxian who entered the hot spring pool still did not give up, lying on the edge of the pool and staring at her pitifully.

Clear and innocent eyes, huge and firm chest muscles, very contrasting, like a big dog who is pampered.

Pei Youli ignored it, finished her meal slowly, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Hearing the intermittent sound of water, Bian Boxian sighed.

However, in the next second, he saw Pei Youli flashing back in front of him, and also stepped into the hot spring pool.

She happened to be wearing the slim swimsuit in the hall, and she also wore a fluffy cat hairpin on her head.

Bian Boxian:? ? ?

His breathing stopped for a moment.

Satisfied with Bian Boxian's reaction, Pei Youli slowly leaned over and straddled his lap under the buoyancy of the water.

"cute?"

"... Mmm, cute."

"Sweet?"

"Of course sweet."

"I heard Oppa likes sweet girls."

Pei Youli remembered the video on naver, and imitated the sweet girl fans at EXO's autograph signing to call him "Ouba".

Oppa?She called him Oppa?

Bian Boxian was instantly excited, and touched the bow tied on her back with his fingers: "So it's for me?"

"Do you like me today, or—" Pei Youli answered irrelevantly.

"I like them all," Bian Boxian interrupted, "I like it because it's you..."

"Oh," Pei Youli pretended to retreat, "You are the one who lied."

Bian Boxian's throat moved, proving his words with actions.

The passionate kisses were like water in a pool, densely enveloping her.

Panting, Pei Youli reached out and pushed Bian Boxian.

"I'm finally up there."

I don't know if it's because of the temperature of the pool water or the lack of oxygen from the kiss just now. Her face is red, and the water-stained hair sticks to the side of her forehead.

Pure desire, sweet.

"Okay, surrender to Officer Pei today too."

"Don't call me Officer Pei," Pei Youli said dissatisfied, "I'm resigning."

While Bian Boxian responded, his hands were not very honest: "Then...wife?"

Pei Youli bit her lip and thought for a while: "Whatever, it's not bad to call you by name."

"Youli, wife."

Bian Boxian's voice was gentle and hoarse, as if trying to suppress something.

Ripples gradually appeared on the surface of the pool, and the water circle became bigger and bigger.

His panting and fingers were the catalyst again.

After an unknown amount of time, Pei Youli, who finally had a short rest, was forcibly pushed to the French window next to the pool by someone again.

Her back pressed against his chest, unable to move back;

Her hands rested on the glass, her fingertips turned white.

"Honey, you are too happy."

After thinking for a long time, Pei Youli realized that Bian Boxian was responding to her sentence "I'm finally on top".

"Stingy."

She complained indiscriminately, but the sound she made seemed to be meowing, forbearance and wantonness.

"Youli, you don't seem to have said you like me."

"Ok?"

"Just say something."

"I love you."

Bian Boxian originally only expected to hear "I like you", but Pei Youli gave him an extra surprise.

So, in high spirits, he asked her to say "I love you" a lot.

------

The debut stage of SuperM was in the United States, and Pei Youli went to see it.

While waiting, enthusiastic fans distributed her headbands with members' names on them.

"Which member are you born to be?"

"Hmm... Bo Xian."

"Ahhh! I like him too!"

The fan put a headband on her head: "Are you from Korea?"

Pei Youli nodded: "Yes."

Fans praised: "Then your English is very good, Bo Xian is not very good at it."

There was a bit of disgust in the doting tone.

"Well," Pei Youli chuckled, "he's an idiot."

The two entered the audience area while chatting.

SuperM's debut song is "jopping". The strong melody can drive the atmosphere of the audience, and fans scream and cheer one after another.

On the stage, Bian Boxian was dressed in black, soaring a clear high-pitched voice, and then turned his eyes fiercely to the camera.

A genius idol with explosive field control ability.

I don't know if it was the light that made his edges and corners extra sharp, or because the love value reached 100% and he had to leave. At this moment, Pei Youli suddenly felt that the distance between the two was extremely far away.

Every joy in the past seems to have become a dream that cannot be returned.

Zero One also came to the scene.

He squeezed to her side with difficulty: "Let's go?"

Pei Youli turned her head, her eyes were shining brightly, as if something was about to overflow: "Well, let's go."

Zero One sighed.

Again, she falls in love with someone else every time.

He looked at the unaware boy on the stage, his fingers turned into a dazzling golden light.

In the last sight, Pei Youli seemed to see Bian Boxian smiling at her.

Why not tell him to go?

Because I was afraid that I would not be able to leave.

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Back at the Space-Time Administration, Pei Youli cleared her memory as usual.

However, today she had a strange dream.

My teenage self sat on a roadside bench with a delicate little cake.

A beam of focused gaze was projected over, and it was another boy of about the same age.

He was sitting at the other end of the bench, his clothes were not very clean, his shoes were a bit worn out, but he looked very pretty.

"You... want to eat too?"

He didn't speak.

"Half for you."

Pei Youli's father is a Chinese professor at a well-known university, and she was taught to share and be kind to others since she was a child.

She separated the cake from the middle, and generously gave him the only spoon in her hand.

The boy shook his head, indicating no.

"Are you handing out leaflets here?"

Pei Youli looked at the stack of papers in his hand.

The boy hesitantly gave a "hmm".

"My father, my mother, and I, can we all have one?"

Before he could answer, Pei Youli took out three cards by herself.

At this time, a car stopped on the side of the road.

"Li Li, what are you doing? You're going home."

It's mom.

"Hey! Here we come!"

She took the schoolbag next to her and put it on her back, but left the whole cake to him.

"Please help me solve it, my mother will teach me when she sees me eating this again."

Pei Youli ran a few steps, then turned around and waved to him.

"Hurry up and send it home!"

Her smile is as bright and warm as the sun.

But... go home?

He has no home.