TVSFPAG -Chapter 2 If I Don’t Satisfy You, I’m Afraid You’ll Hang Yourself Tomorrow

Now it was Song Yunfei’s turn to panic. Why did she have to transmigrate at this exact moment?!

If she refused, wouldn’t her previous persona completely fall apart? Would Chu Jinhan become even more suspicious of her intentions?

But if she didn’t refuse, forcing him into bed today would still lead to her tragic ending.

Song Yunfei’s mind raced wildly. Even after she had finished most of the takeout, she was still dawdling on the small stool.

At that moment, Chu Jinhan finally spoke, “Once you’re done eating, go to sleep early. I still have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

His voice was as emotionless as ever, almost like a machine. He was probably already fed up inside.

Song Yunfei stayed silent for a moment, then cleaned up the food container and threw it into the trash.

That small action made Chu Jinhan glance at her twice.

Usually, after eating, she would just leave everything on the table—whether it was home-cooked food or takeout, she’d eat wherever and toss it aside.

But he only looked for a moment.

He had no good feelings toward this woman.

Everything he did now was purely because of the story she told about supporting his studies abroad—out of guilt and a sense of responsibility.

Every day when he came home and saw how dirty and messy the place was, it even made Song Yunfei herself seem unclean in his eyes. How could he possibly feel like sleeping with her?

Song Yunfei stood up and lightly coughed. “I’ll go take a shower too.”

She looked for her pajamas, only to realize she was already wearing them.

It was the height of summer, and there was no air conditioning in the room—only a fan.

She didn’t even know how many days it had been since she last washed. She really did smell a bit.

The original owner had truly been spoiled into laziness by Chu Jinhan.

Honestly, Song Yunfei was starting to admire his mental endurance—how could he still get the original owner pregnant under such circumstances?

And even give up the female lead for her… his conviction was truly something.

If he never regained his memory, maybe he really would have taken responsibility to the end.

With no second set of pajamas, Song Yunfei could only grab a dress to wear as sleepwear.

When she entered the bathroom, she found it spotless—Chu Jinhan had cleaned it thoroughly, even wiping away the water stains on the mirror.

She glanced at her reflection.

The original owner was actually quite pretty.

A small, palm-sized face, fair skin, slightly wavy long hair, big eyes, a petite nose, and cherry lips.

She had a gentle, girl-next-door kind of beauty—not stunning, but reminiscent of a first love.

The key point was—she looked about seventy percent similar to Song Yunfei’s original appearance.

Like how she looked back in high school.

Slightly shorter, probably around 165 cm tall.

Song Yunfei patted her cheeks, shaking off her messy thoughts.

She quickly finished her shower and even washed her sleepwear along the way.

When she came out, she found Chu Jinhan still awake, sitting at the head of the bed scrolling through his phone.

From a quick glance, it seemed like he was looking at stocks.

Song Yunfei looked away, hung up her clothes, then walked over and sat on the bed.

Chu Jinhan also put away his phone. The two sat silently at the edge of the bed.

Song Yunfei touched her nose, then climbed onto the bed first, turning over so her back faced him.

“I’m so sleepy. I’ll sleep first.”

Chu Jinhan was momentarily stunned, turning to look at her back.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned off the lights and lay down beside her.

Song Yunfei really was a bit sleepy—probably from starving for two days.

Knowing he had lain down beside her, she didn’t think much of it. After all, she knew better than anyone how much he resisted her.

But just as she was about to fall asleep, a hand suddenly rested on her body.

Her body stiffened.

That hand paused on her chest for two seconds, seemingly noticing she was wearing a bra, hesitating briefly.

Then it began to move downward.

When he lifted her skirt, Song Yunfei hurriedly turned over, lying flat on her back, and grabbed his hand.

Her voice stuttered, “Y-you… you’re really going through with this?!”

His hand stopped on her leg.

In the darkness, the only sounds were their breathing and the hum of the fan.

After a moment, his deep voice sounded by her ear, “Wasn’t this what you wanted? If I don’t satisfy you, I’m afraid you’ll hang yourself tomorrow.”

As he spoke, his hand started moving again.

“I…”

Song Yunfei wanted to say something more, but suddenly felt a weight on her body as he flipped over and pressed down on her.

Her mind buzzed, her heartbeat racing.

She had been single her whole life—she had never been this close to any man before.

Not to mention she had just transmigrated; to her, this man was still a complete stranger.

He didn’t kiss her. Instead, he buried his head near her neck, his hot breath brushing against her skin, giving her a strange and unfamiliar sensation that made her breathing quicken.

He seemed ready to skip straight to the main act. Just as things were about to go too far, panic surged through her, and she suddenly pushed him away.

The next second, there was a muffled grunt and the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

Song Yunfei didn’t think much—she hurriedly pulled her clothes back into place, finally feeling a bit of safety.

She sat up, found the switch by the bed, and turned on the light—just in time to see the man getting up from the floor.

His messy hair fell over his forehead as he looked at her with confusion.

Under the light, Song Yunfei’s face was flushed red, her hair slightly disheveled. The zipper of her dress had been pulled down, revealing her smooth shoulders, with her long black hair cascading over them.

Perhaps because of the heat, her forehead and neck were covered in a thin layer of sweat, a few damp strands of hair clinging to her skin.

From appearances alone, she looked quite alluring.

Covering her neckline, she asked cautiously, “A-are you okay?”

Chu Jinhan frowned, clearly displeased. “What are you playing at now?”

Song Yunfei felt a bit guilty, but quickly came up with something. Mimicking the original owner’s tone, she said righteously:

“I just feel a bit scared sleeping alone, so I asked you to sleep with me, not sleep with me!”

“You’re broke right now—no house, no car. If I accidentally got pregnant, how would we raise the child? Make it squeeze into this shabby rental with us?”