The moment Lu Jingxiu opened his eyes, he felt his lips pressed against something soft.
Before his vision fully focused, his sense of smell caught a sweet body fragrance mixed with the scent of shower gel.
He blinked.
As his sight cleared, he saw a long, straight leg.
Underneath the fair skin were fine blue veins, the ankle was slender, the calf's lines flowed smoothly upward, the kneecap was delicate and round, and further up, the skin on the inner thigh was so tender it seemed like it could be pinched to produce water.
At this moment, his lips were pressed against the spot above the knee, the touch warm and soft, with a bit of saliva unknowingly smeared on it.
Lu Jingxiu's brain froze for a full two seconds.
Maintaining a half-squatting position, his gaze traveled up along the leg.
The hem of the nightgown barely covered the base of the thigh, the edge slightly lifted due to the position, revealing a more hidden patch of skin and a cartoon pattern.
The cotton fabric was tightly wrapped, the cartoon animal perfectly printed on the most protruding part, stretched into undulating lines.
"Lu Jingxiu."
A calm voice came from above.
Lu Jingxiu jerked his head up and saw a girl with long hair sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down at him.
Her features were extremely beautiful, her brows and eyes cool, the neckline of her nightgown hung loosely, revealing a small patch of fair skin below the collarbone.
Her expression showed no fluctuation, even bordering on annoyance.
"I'm no longer your girlfriend," she said, enunciating each word without a trace of warmth in her voice, "I hope you won't... play dirty."
Then that foot kicked hard.
Lu Jingxiu was sent tumbling backward onto the floor, his tailbone hitting the hardwood painfully, making him grimace.
Before he could react, it felt like someone had smashed his head with a hammer, countless fragments of memory flooding in.
He sat paralyzed on the floor, his pupils slightly dilated.
He had transmigrated.
He had transmigrated into another world, inhabiting the body of a man with the same name.
The woman in front of him was called Li Qingqing, a junior student, and also the ex-girlfriend of this body's original owner.
A campus belle so poor she ate the cheapest cafeteria meals, yet with a face that kept all the boys in her department up at night.
The original owner was a year ahead of her, domineering in nature, exuding arrogance and control from his bones, a typical commander who treated her poorly, only knowing how to order, possess, and threaten, without understanding what it meant to give.
Not long after, Li Qingqing suddenly proposed breaking up.
The original owner was devastated after the breakup, constantly messaging, blocking her at the dorm entrance, waiting outside classrooms, persistently trying to win her back, a textbook chasing-wife crematorium scenario.
And the scene just now was the original owner coming to Li Qingqing's dorm, harassing her.
Lu Jingxiu took about ten seconds to digest all this, then remained silent for a moment.
He stood up, dusted off his pants, and said expressionlessly, "Oh, got it, I won't bother you anymore."
Then he turned and left.
He needed to go home.
He needed a quiet place to sort through the original owner's memories and figure out exactly what kind of bizarre place he had transmigrated to.
As for the chasing-wife crematorium?
What did that have to do with him?
Behind him, Li Qingqing stared at the decisively departing figure, stunned, her expression turning complex.
Lu Jingxiu opened the dormitory door, and outside, a few girls who had been eavesdropping against the door couldn't retract their positions in time, awkwardly frozen in place, their faces flushed with embarrassment.
One of them let out a couple of dry laughs, her eyes darting around.
Lu Jingxiu walked through them expressionlessly.
It's fine, he thought, no matter how embarrassed they were, it couldn't be more embarrassing than him squatting there kissing someone's leg just now.
He said nothing, forcibly maintaining a blank expression, sidestepping through the girls, and quickly descending the stairs.
The original owner didn't live on campus; he had a high-end apartment off-campus.
Lu Jingxiu found the campus parking lot based on memory and immediately spotted the flashy Aston Martin.
The streamlined body, ostentatious bright blue, dazzled the eyes in the afternoon sun.
Lu Jingxiu stared at the car for two seconds, his mouth twitching slightly.
Seriously, is there no problem with being this ostentatious?
It's not that driving a sports car to college is so flashy.
The problem is, the original owner's dad is the top official in the city; does this identity match this car, or is it a bit too conspicuous?
The Commission for Discipline Inspection would be laughing their heads off, right? Big orders at the end of the year, bonuses doubled.
But then again, he probably transmigrated into some strange script, so this setup makes sense, nothing to be surprised about.
He opened the car door and sat inside, deciding to sell the car and get a more low-key one when he got back.
Although he hadn't fully sorted out the original owner's memories, it was pretty much certain he couldn't return to his original world.
And there was no cheat, no system.
The only thing he could probably rely on now was the original owner's background of "My Father, the Municipal Party Secretary."
He had to keep this background secure, couldn't let the original owner's past flamboyance ruin it.
The car quickly turned off the main road, driving onto a less trafficked stretch, lush greenery lining both sides, the shade of the street trees casting dappled shadows.
At this time on a weekday, there were almost no pedestrians on the road.
Lu Jingxiu's gaze casually swept outside the car window, then suddenly paused.
He slowly decelerated, pulling the car over, looking through the window glass toward the direction of the greenery not far away.
Beside that patch of greenery, two burly men were forcing a young woman in a long dress into a black sedan.
The woman struggled desperately, her skirt flapping wildly against her calves, but one of her arms was held tightly by one of the men, while the other man held her legs, the two working in practiced coordination.
Her mouth was covered, unable to make a sound, only her body constantly twisting in resistance.
Seriously, is kidnapping this blatant now?
Lu Jingxiu watched for a moment, then silently took out his phone and dialed 110.
"Hello, officer," he said calmly, "I see someone suspected of kidnapping here, yes, a girl, being forcibly taken by two men into a car. Black Mercedes sedan, license plate number XXXXX, location about a hundred meters east of the intersection of XX Road and XX Street."
A confirming voice came from the other end of the line.
"They're getting in the car," Lu Jingxiu watched as the black sedan started and merged into the lane, "I'm driving after them now."