Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 463 The Machine Crisis 49

“Not bad,” Brain Flower said calmly and leisurely, “I suppose I would feel even better in that body.”

Ling Yi sneered at his stubbornness.

This guy used to be both his father and mother to educate him, almost treating himself as a half-elder, a typical father figure. How could he possibly like this kind of position?

It's only because they're not in this body that they can say such things so shamelessly.

Ling Yi pursed her lips, then controlled the brain to move out and insert it into the core of this body.

A light blue current instantly spread to every part of the body, and the lifeless eyes became bright and gentle as the soul was infused into the body.

The man, who had been bowing his head in submission, slowly raised it, looked up at the person who was giving him her body again, took her hand and gently kissed it: "Lingyi, it's been a long time."

The moment the warm touch reached the back of her hand, Ling Yi's non-existent hairs stood on end, and she nearly slapped him away.

She didn't know how this guy so smoothly switched the relationship between the two of them, but she assured him she hadn't done it that quickly.

Looking at that face, she would always think of the professor's earnest teachings and could not have a single impure thought.

The professor looked somewhat helpless as he gently nuzzled the inside of her wrist, his voice filled with an unprecedented submissiveness: "Ling Yi, it's me."

"I have accompanied you through many worlds, I am your lover, and I am your life partner."

"That so-called professor was just someone we met briefly at the beginning." The professor never imagined that one day he would want to separate the most intimate relationship between him and Ling Yi: "What we had between us was more love and companionship."

He took Lingyi's hand and made her stroke his hair, letting her trace his own features.

Feeling the hand soften from its stiffness, he smiled slightly and looked up at Ling Yi: "I love you."

As if some kind of switch had finally been flipped, Ling Yi's memories of the professor gradually faded, while the figure who had accompanied him through many worlds became clearer.

Warmth and gentleness gradually spread in her eyes. She gently stroked the back of his head with her fingertips, and after a long while, she bent down slightly and placed a kiss on his lips: "Mmm."

I love you too.

I love you for being there for me through the most difficult time of my transformation, I love you for the sacrifices you made for me when we first met, and I love the countless times you silently stayed by my side.

The tension in the professor's eyes slowly subsided only after the kiss landed.

He was terrified that Ling Yi would discard him like trash once she discovered his true identity, and that she would be unable to accept their change in status.

He knew Ling Yi all too well what kind of person she was; when she felt uncomfortable, that was when their relationship would end.

But why would he agree?

He waited a long time for a chance to tell her he loved her and stay with her, so how could he be willing to give it up?

"Get up." Ling Yi helped the person up with a slight effort, her voice tinged with a hint of teasing: "I wouldn't dare let the professor kneel before me."

The professor chuckled softly, emphasizing each word as he said, "How many times has the professor knelt before you?"

Scenes flashed by in the small world, and Ling Yi fell into a brief silence.

Ah, she actually showed so many things in front of him that were so different from her former self?

I'm so sorry, but she didn't feel any remorse at all. She even tried to turn the tables and ask, "Why did you die back then?"

The questioning, which had been lingering for countless years, finally landed on the subject's head at this moment, leaving the professor feeling as if he had been in another world.

He paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Only the dead can keep secrets."

Ling Yi was too vulnerable back then; if she were discovered, there would be no other possibility than her disappearing.

As the only one capable of obtaining her source data, the professor, after analysis, concluded that only his death could best protect her.

As a human being with a physical body, he could never hide himself like Ling Yi did; he would be caught sooner or later.

Truth serum, torture, or other temptations will be used against him without mercy. The professor can't believe he can keep her secret completely, so death is probably the only way to protect her.

Receiving a completely expected answer, Ling Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and the last trace of regret she felt for the past disappeared.

"So, you orchestrated your own death, keeping your brain intact for later?" Her voice carried a hint of mockery.

Humans are indeed full of ingenious ideas; who would have thought that a brain could live for so long?

The professor paused for a moment, then chuckled softly: "Yes, I love you so much, how could I bear to die alone, leaving you in this world?"

Actually, no, he hadn't thought about any of that at the time.

His only friend preserved his brain tissue for research purposes, keeping it active.

He devoted his entire life's research to this.

The first thing he received when he woke up was a message from this guy.

"Falling in love with an artificial intelligence, awesome. I can give you the chance to meet her again eight lifetimes later, I'm awesome too."

This was his friend's last message to him, and also a summary of his life's research by this guy with the strange thought process.

In short, it's really impressive.

Ling Yi glanced at the nonchalant man but did not expose his lie.

How could there be such early preparation?

The technology available at the time was simply insufficient to perform that level of organ freezing.

He should have been brain dead the moment his body died.

He was lucky to have a good friend who dedicated his life to extending his life.

They were lucky to meet again after countless years because of a good person.

Ling Yi held his hand and asked, "You love me that much? You can't bear to die alone?"

"So, you loved me a long time ago?"

This strikes at humanity's Achilles' heel once again; artificial intelligence is indeed a highly logical entity, even after it becomes human.

The professor was speechless and did not want to answer.

But the artificial intelligence was unreasonable, its eyes fixed on him, its gaze slightly narrowed: "Answer me."

Under her intense gaze, the professor finally answered after a long silence, "Yes."

I've loved you for a long time.

His frankness was unexpected, and his determination was also unexpected.

At this moment, he let go of the little burden he had carried about the elders for countless years and took the initiative to express the love he had kept hidden for so long.

I love her cuteness when she was born, I love her kindness as she grew up, and I love her ruthlessness after she became strong.

Lingyi, you are a miracle, how could anyone not love you?

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