Quick Transmigration: The Flirtatious Beauty Crashes and Burns

The first thing Shen Shiyan did after dying was check that he still looked presentable.

The second was bind himself to System 001.

“Congratulations, Host, you’re now bound to the quick transmigration System. Your mission: win over your target in every world and make him devoted to you, convinced that you’re the only one for him!”

Shen Shiyan smiled gently. “All right.”

At first, 001 thought this Host spoke so pleasantly and behaved so impeccably that he was every System’s dream companion.

Then it discovered that beneath the persona of a “gentleman of noble character” lurked a cunning little fox who was a master of scheming.

He could bring an umbrella to his target in a rainstorm, get soaked through, then smile and say, “It’s nothing,” before quietly sneezing under the other man’s concerned gaze.

He could take a knife for someone, then lean weakly against the bedside, his abdominal wound bandaged to show just the right hint of skin, eyes reddened as he insisted that it didn’t hurt.

He was learned and a master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, yet always revealed his talents at the most seemingly casual moments, leaving everyone convinced he was “modest, low-key, and full of hidden depths.”

In every world, his target went from wary to smitten, from cold-faced to fiercely protective, until at last he would pull Shen Shiyan into his arms, eyes red, and say, “Shen Shiyan, how can you be so gentle?”

Shen Shiyan blinked, his voice as soft as a spring breeze. “Am I?”

Watching the affection meter skyrocket, 001 couldn’t help complaining. “Host, are you sure you weren’t a fox spirit in your last life?”

Shen Shiyan lowered his lashes, smiling gently and harmlessly.

“I just… want someone to love me properly.”