Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

The human and the god stared at each other, and in the end, the Death God was the first to break the silence.

"And then?"

He looked at her indifferently, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

After realizing that this fellow was only interested in her black cat form, Sophia calmed down. She pointed to her throat and said calmly, "My Lord, could I have a glass of water? I'm thirsty."

As long as he was still curious, she had no reason to mistreat herself. It was just a glass of water. She had to strive for more within this limited time.

For example, staying alive.

The Death God frowned. Humans, besides being fragile, were also troublesome.

"Fine. Mocha, bring some water."

Compared to the Death God, Mocha was clearly much more considerate. He not only brought water but also bread and milk.

As a servant, after seeing the Death God's strange attitude, Mocha no longer considered Sophia a sacrifice.

The milk was warm and steaming, and the bread looked fluffy and appetizing. Sophia lay on the bed and thanked him.

As soon as she expressed her gratitude, Mocha became flustered. "This is what I should do. Miss Sophia, is there anything else?"

With breakfast arriving, Sophia thought about getting up. She moved slightly, and the blanket slid down, revealing her naked body. She froze.

Holy crap, why wasn't she wearing any clothes?

She glanced at the Death God and then subconsciously looked at the other person in the room. However, the moment her eyes landed on Mocha, the Death God threw him out.

The Death God's expression darkened as he approached and pressed her back onto the bed. "What are you fidgeting for?"

His rough handling made his hand brush against Sophia's shoulder. The skin beneath his palm was delicate and smooth, as white as milk. He had noticed this yesterday, but with the ugly woman unconscious, he hadn't felt anything other than annoyance at the trouble humans caused.

Yet now, something seemed different.

He unexpectedly found the ugly woman's skin captivating.

He was greatly shocked and took two steps back.

Sophia looked at him in bewilderment, swallowing the curse words she wanted to utter. "My Lord, may I get up?"

The Death God didn't know what was wrong with him. Just now, the image of Mocha watching her get up flashed through his mind, and he felt inexplicably irritated.

The sensation from his fingertips lingered, and he even felt a strange urge to touch her again. But he was the Death God, and she was a human he inherently loathed. He couldn't bring himself to contradict his own nature, so he said coldly, "I'll have the servant prepare some clothes for you."

Sophia felt that the Death God was acting strangely, so while the servant fetched clothes, she asked the system, "Doggy, did the Blackening Value drop?"

The system was also at a loss for words. "The Blackening Value didn't drop, but…"

Sophia interrupted, "Alright, I don't want to hear it."

The system choked, wanting to roar and tell her that while the Blackening Value hadn't dropped, he was the one who took her clothes off! This was even more shocking than a drop in Blackening Value.

Blackening Value was something that would eventually decrease over time, but taking someone's clothes off right from the start and not even allowing the servant to help was very thought-provoking.

However, their foolish host didn't want to hear it!

The servant was quick and soon returned with a simple dress.

The dress was of good quality, simple and elegant, and Sophia was very satisfied. Honestly, the dresses of this era, especially those worn by nobles, were so complicated that one couldn't even put them on without the help of two servants!

However, while she was satisfied, the Death God was displeased.

"Take it away and bring another one."

As the Death God's personal servants, they had mastered the art of reading his expressions. Upon hearing this, they immediately understood.

He found it too plain.

Sophia didn't understand what they were doing. She was hungry and tired and didn't want to bother, so she said, "My Lord, there's no need to trouble yourself. This one will do."

The Death God frowned, while the surrounding servants were secretly shocked.

Their master hated being contradicted the most. Just as they thought this sacrifice was about to suffer, not only did the Death God not get angry, but he waved his hand, dismissing them.

This was truly astonishing.

Sophia didn't know what they were imagining. As soon as the servants left, she quickly changed into the dress.

The dress had no corset, so she wouldn't have to constrict her waist while eating. Sophia was very happy about this. Honestly, corsets only looked good; they were too uncomfortable to wear.

Sophia wasn't used to eating in bed, especially the Death God's bed. What if she dropped some bread crumbs and he got angry and broke her other leg?

However, as soon as she lifted the blanket, the Death God grabbed her slender wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Compared to humans, the Death God's hand was extremely cold. Upon contact, Sophia instinctively wanted to pull her hand back. The more she resisted, the colder the Death God's eyes became.

What did this mean? He hadn't even shown disgust towards her, yet this damned human dared to show disgust towards him first!

Sophia looked at him speechlessly. "My Lord, I just want to get down to eat."

The Death God's voice was icy, and his words were laced with impatience. "Your leg is broken. What are you running around for? Eat in bed."

"Alright, thank you, My Lord."

After several rounds of commotion so early in the morning, the breakfast had become somewhat cold. However, as a sacrifice, it was good enough that she had something to eat. Sophia didn't dare to complain.

She ate quietly and elegantly while the Death God watched. After a while, he asked, "Is it delicious?"

Sophia's throat was still sore, and her voice was hoarse. "Yes, it's delicious."

As the Death God, his food was always abundant, and bread was something he often ate. But now, he unexpectedly found the bread in the little sacrifice's hand to be very appealing.

"I happen to be a little hungry too."

Sophia looked up. She remembered that the Death God didn't like to eat these things.

Then, the Death God leaned down and took a bite of the bread in her hand.

His dark hair brushed against Sophia's wrist. They were very close, and Sophia could clearly feel his warm tongue brush against her fingers as he swept the remaining bread into his mouth.

The sudden action startled Sophia, making her whole body stiff and her scalp tingle. She almost spilled the milk in her other hand.

Like a frightened kitten, her green eyes widened.

Damn it, was this guy crazy?!

Also, there seemed to be his… saliva on her finger.

She stiffly looked down at her burning finger, wishing she could chop it off right then and there.

The Death God slowly swallowed the bread. Honestly, it was cold and the taste was ordinary, but just now, he didn't understand what had come over him. He just really wanted to eat the bread in her hand.

Thinking this, he acted on it.

As for this human…

The Death God narrowed his eyes. She seemed very unhappy.

"Ugly woman, are you disgusted by me?"

Sophia recovered from her shock. Hearing this, her lips twitched.

He didn't even mind whether her fingers were dirty or not, so how could she dare to be disgusted by him?

"No, I was just…" She considered her words. "Startled."

The Death God clicked his tongue and continued the previous topic between the little black cat and Sophia.

"Now, you can continue."

Sophia: I think this god definitely has something wrong with him.

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