Quick Transmigration: The Ice-Cold God Keeps Cuddling Up to Me

“The gods are beyond anyone’s reach,” the System declares with absolute certainty.

“Can you take me home?” The cold and aloof Lord God tilts his head, long lashes lowered, his features breathtakingly beautiful as he pleads with her in a sweet, childlike voice.

“?”

“The gods will turn dark. Saving him is a monumental task,” the System says.

And so...

A firefighter strides out of the flames, carrying a little comic artist. He looks down with a gentle smile. “Would you draw me for the rest of your life?”

A college athlete crushes an empty can in one hand and lazily stares at the slender dance student, as graceful as a swan. His voice is low and husky. “I want you to dance for me.”

In the interrogation room, a cold, formidable commander removes his black leather gloves. The insignia gleams sharply as he parts his thin lips. “Other than marrying me, you have no choice.”

The System: “...”

You’re supposed to play along, but you’re looking the other way.

#YouCanLeadAHorseToWaterButYouCantMakeItDrink

#AlwaysGettingIntoTrouble

High above the Nine Heavens dwells a god, dressed in snow-white robes and beyond anyone’s reach.

Later,

The god gave in to forbidden desire and fell from grace, devoting himself to protecting just one person.

[One-on-one romance, devoted couple, sweet and indulgent. The male and female leads are both fragments of their original selves and have no memories. There’s a sickly-sweet older woman, a demure lady, a baby-faced cutie, and everything in between.]