Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 52

Luo Qingli found the phrase “very soon” a bit odd, but didn’t think much of it.

He simply assumed Ruan Tang had forgiven him, and his heart instantly softened.

The hand resting on her shoulder slid downward without him even realizing it, brushing along her back before lightly coming to rest at her slender waist.

The mood was perfect. From far away, the wind carried the faint fragrance of flowering locust trees, blending with the intoxicating sweetness clinging to the young girl’s body.

Drawn in as if enchanted by her scent, Luo Qingli slowly leaned closer—closer—until, unable to control himself, he lightly bit down on her full, tempting lower lip.

This was his first kiss. The softness beneath his lips was even more wonderful than he had imagined, leaving him utterly captivated.

Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, Ruan Tang, like a startled rabbit, suddenly spun away and bolted.

Luo Qingli froze for a beat, then let out a quiet chuckle, brushing his fingers over his own lips.

“Even when you’re shy, you’re still adorable.”

Ruan Tang didn’t stop running until she was far away, hands pressed over her mouth, eyes wide with shock.

【Tongtong! Why does Luo Qingli keep trying to eat me?! He’s not some kind of pervert, is he?! Quick, quick, quick—give me the divorce letter template! I can’t stay here a second longer!!!】

The system was laughing so hard it could barely breathe.

If Luo Qingli knew what Tangtang was actually thinking, he’d probably cough up blood on the spot!

You think she still likes you? Ha! Dream on!

She hasn’t cared about you for ages!

Oh, how the system looked forward to the day Luo Qingli saw that divorce letter…

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Once she’d finished writing the letter, Ruan Tang began preparing to leave home.

After packing up all her gold, silver, and jewelry, she added some pastries for the road. The last thing left to do was—

Rent a carriage!

So Ruan Tang happily headed into town.

Unfortunately, she’d underestimated the task. She wandered the streets until nearly nightfall without finding a single carriage rental.

Her family had one, of course—but if she was leaving home, she couldn’t use their coachman or carriage. That would risk leaking the news.

Left with no choice, Ruan Tang wrote a letter and sent someone to deliver it to He Lian Zijun’s residence in Bamboo Branch Alley.

By the time she’d finished, the sky had grown completely dark. Thick clouds rolled in, heavy with the promise of a downpour.

She started running, but somewhere along the way she got lost—and ended up before a dilapidated, abandoned residence. Just then, the skies opened, rain crashing down in torrents. She hurried inside to take shelter.

The house was in terrible disrepair, the ground littered with dead grass.

“Whew… that was close. I almost turned into a drowned rat.”

Brushing off the few stray raindrops clinging to her, she felt lucky she’d dashed in just before the worst of the storm hit.

Suddenly, the rotting window was slammed open from the outside with a heavy thud.

Startled, Ruan Tang let out a soft gasp. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a black shadow flashing past.

The figure vaulted through the broken window, landing hard in front of her and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Her peach blossom eyes widened, her small face paling.

For a second, she almost thought it was a ghost.

A closer look revealed a tall man wearing a black mask. His muscles were tense beneath his night-black clothes, the outline of his abdominal muscles faintly visible.

From time to time, a low, magnetic groan escaped his throat. He seemed to be injured, and his breathing was quick and uneven.

Summoning her courage, Ruan Tang lifted her skirts and crouched beside him, tentatively poking his hard, muscular arm.

Her voice was soft and sweet, like a kitten’s mewl.

“Um… are you alright?”

The only answer was the man’s pained, ragged breathing.

Just then, the heavy, chaotic tramp of boots sounded from outside.

“Search the place! The assassin has to be nearby!”

Assassin?

Her peach blossom eyes flew wide as she noticed the black-gold sword clutched tightly in the man’s hand, its blade gleaming with a cold, dangerous light.

A second later, the tip of that sword was pressed to the pale skin of her neck.

The man’s voice was low and hoarse, every word laced with threat.

“Don’t make a sound—or I’ll kill you.”

It was then that she got a proper look at his deep, narrow eyes—eyes that drew you in despite their danger. Rain-darkened strands of black hair clung to his fair forehead, lending him a touch of unkempt wildness beneath his mask.

Sharp brows, starry eyes, pale skin. Even with half his face hidden, the handsome lines of his features left no doubt—he was strikingly good-looking.

And in the books Ruan Tang had read, men this good-looking were usually important!

So she blinked once, then decided—she would save him.

Without hesitation, she pushed the hand holding the sword down to his side, then piled up an armful of dry grass and spread it over him, hiding him from view as best she could.

The man stared at her in surprise.

—This woman… wasn’t she afraid he’d cut her down in a single strike?

She looked so delicate, yet her courage was astounding.

He wanted to see her face clearly, but the blood mist clouding his vision made it impossible.

As his strength ebbed, his world began to blur.

He only felt the feather-light touch of a soft, cool hand brushing over his bloodstained cheek, and her sweet, melodic voice sounded in his ear.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you. Be good—don’t move, and don’t make a sound.”

His thoughts dulled, but the warmth of her touch seemed to dull his pain as well.

In its place came a fierce, pounding heartbeat—over and over, slamming into his chest.

It felt like a reminder from across countless worlds and mountains… that there was someone he could never forget.

Through the haze, he saw the girl stand and leave the house.

Out in the downpour, she circled the yard, her skirts flaring gracefully with each step.

When she came back, her clothes and hair were drenched, plastered to her skin. She sat down and used her small frame to shield him from view.

—What was she thinking? This wouldn’t stop the soldiers. They would almost certainly come inside to search…

He’d been poisoned and didn’t have long left to live. But she—she would be implicated because of him. If they caught her…

Biting his lip against the pain, the man grew more and more tense and restless.

The soldiers’ footsteps grew louder. They had already reached the front of the house.

With a loud bang, the rotting door was kicked open.

The girl let out a startled cry, covering her chest with trembling hands, her wide eyes glistening as she looked up at the intruders.

The leading soldier hadn’t expected anyone to be inside. He froze—and then his eyes went wide.

Against the backdrop of ruin and decay, the young woman’s beauty shone as if lit from within, almost unreal.

Her thin silk gown clung to her curves, the sheer fabric revealing glimpses of luminous white skin beneath. Damp black hair framed her delicate face, heightening its bewitching allure.

Her wet peach blossom eyes held a mix of innocence and fragility that could stir a man’s darkest desires—or awaken a fierce urge to protect.