Quick Transmigration: The Men Fighting Over the Irresistible Beauty, Every Single Day

Qin Yan had retired to enjoy her golden years when the main god suddenly dumped her into three thousand small worlds to help their protagonists and supporting characters regain their ability to feel emotions.

The livestream comments are filled with "Big sis, step on me," her fans below gaze at her with frenzied adoration, and lewd texts pop up on her phone from time to time.

"Yan Yan, you're pretty popular, aren't you?"

The man in the shadows radiates a chilling aura.

Qin Yan smiles sweetly and nestles against him. Her slender fingers trace his chiseled jaw, her eyes brimming with allure.

"Are you jealous, Mr. Feng?"

"Have you forgotten who you belong to?"

Every word is a threat. His broad palm clamps around Qin Yan's delicate neck.

The girl isn't afraid in the slightest. Her red lips curve into a smile that makes the very tips of one's heart itch for no reason.

"Of course I belong to you."

Countless versions of "you" emerge from thin air. Tentacles formed from black mist creep up from her ankles, while sharp teeth pierce her fingertips and green vines gradually tighten their encircling grip...

"You belong to us."