Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 120

Damp strands of hair clung to her delicate collarbone.

A droplet of water slid slowly down, tracing the soft curve that made one’s blood run hot, before disappearing beneath the thin bath towel.

Both Qi Xiu and Bai Jin Feng silently swallowed, their Adam’s apples bobbing.

Qi Xiu’s voice came out hoarse.

“Jiejie, you called me?”

Ruan Tang’s voice was soft and syrupy.

“Mhm. Where did all my pajamas go?”

She had rummaged through the wardrobe for quite a while but found nothing, leaving her no choice but to come out wrapped only in a towel.

Qi Xiu still hadn’t fully recovered from the shock, and the tips of his ears were burning red. His gaze flickered, too flustered to look at her directly.

He rasped, “I’ll go check. Jiejie, wait a moment.”

He slipped into the bedroom and soon returned, holding a clean white dress shirt.

“Sorry, I washed all your nightgowns and they aren’t dry yet. If you don’t mind, Jiejie, you can wear mine for now?”

Ruan Tang wasn’t picky. She accepted the shirt and went off to change.

As soon as she left, Bai Jin Feng let out a cold snort.

“Despicable.”

Qi Xiu sneered.

“What? I live with Jiejie, I help her with chores—do you have a problem with that?”

Bai Jin Feng’s voice was restrained but laced with anger.

“You just wanted Tang Tang to wear your shirt. That way you could satisfy your filthy imagination.”

“Nonsense! Don’t project your dirty thoughts onto me. I never thought of it that way.”

Their quarrel was cut short when Ruan Tang pushed the door open and walked back out.

“It seems… a little big.”

Qi Xiu was much taller and broader than her. On Ruan Tang’s petite frame, the shirt practically looked like a dress.

The collar slipped loosely to one side, revealing her round, delicate shoulder and the enticing line of her collarbone.

Across her chest, the fabric strained so tightly it looked as if the buttons might burst open any second, threatening to reveal a snowy softness that seemed ready to spill free.

Both men seemed to forget to breathe, staring blankly at the gorgeous, soft girl before them.

Ruan Tang walked up to Qi Xiu, tugging lightly at the hem of his shirt. She gestured for him to lean down.

Then she rose on tiptoe, the tiny bell tied around her ankle chiming with a crisp sound, and whispered shyly into his ear.

“Ah Xiu… my underwear… I can’t find it either. Did you wash it too?”

All the blood in Qi Xiu’s body rushed to his ears, especially where her soft lips had brushed past.

But when he processed what she’d just said, all that heat shot downward instead.

His trembling gaze dropped instinctively to the hem of her shirt.

His Adam’s apple bobbed hard.

—Which meant… right now, under that shirt…

He stammered, “It… it should already be dry. I’ll go get it!” Then, in a fluster, he hurried away, his gait betraying his lack of composure.

Bai Jin Feng had also heard her whisper just now. His pupils contracted sharply, and his jade-pale face instantly flushed red.

Those cold, beautiful phoenix eyes darted everywhere, not knowing where to look—yet they were unavoidably drawn back to the soft, delicate girl.

Whatever thoughts flashed through his mind, his face burned scarlet, hot enough to drip blood.

And he remembered how he’d just scolded Qi Xiu.

Now he only wanted to scold himself.

Shameless!

Ten minutes later, Ruan Tang finally returned to the living room properly dressed.

Qi Xiu had gone to shower.

Bai Jin Feng sat on the sofa, a rabbit-shaped plush pillow in his lap, staring blankly into space.

That plush pillow was Ruan Tang’s favorite.

So when she sat beside him, she naturally reached out to take it back.

Bai Jin Feng stiffened. His large hand tightened on the pillow as he awkwardly shifted.

“Can I… borrow this for a while? Sorry, I just feel a little cold.”

Ruan Tang tilted her head, puzzled.

Cold? In the middle of summer?

And judging by his flushed face and uneven breathing, he looked more overheated than chilled.

But she didn’t press the point. Instead, she showed concern for his injury.

“Jin Feng-gege, how’s your wound? Did you get it treated properly?”

Bai Jin Feng steadied his breathing and nodded.

“Mm. It’s fine now.”

He stole a glance at her delicate, luminous face, hesitated, then asked.

“Tang Tang, that boy who got beaten… what’s your relationship with him?”

Ruan Tang tapped her lips, thought for a moment, then answered.

“Doesn’t seem like much of a relationship. I just helped him out, that’s all.”

Bai Jin Feng quietly let out a breath. So, that guy hadn’t gotten close to her yet.

“Then… what about Qi Xiu? What’s your relationship with him?”

This time, Ruan Tang answered quickly.

“Landlord and tenant!”

Even though she refused to accept rent, Qi Xiu insisted on paying. So, naturally, that made them landlord and tenant.

Very reasonable.

Ruan Tang convinced herself of it.

Bai Jin Feng relaxed further.

Luckily Tang Tang was a little fool who couldn’t see other people’s feelings clearly.

That way, she wouldn’t be tricked so easily.

He gently ruffled her soft hair.

“Tang Tang should take care to protect herself. Don’t let Qi Xiu wash your… cough… private clothing.”

Ruan Tang lowered her head, cheeks burning, her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings.

“I didn’t ask him to wash it. I left it in the machine to do it myself, but he washed it first.”

Bai Jin Feng spoke as if guiding her patiently.

“It’s inconvenient for a boy and girl to live together. And you need to guard against him harboring improper intentions. I know of a vacant rental nearby. I could recommend it to him—let him move out, all right?”

Ruan Tang thought hard.

Qi Xiu was still so young, yet living alone and supporting himself. He had to work to pay tuition—it was already tough enough.

And rentals outside were expensive, small, and unsafe.

Her place was still better.

So she shook her head.

“It’s fine. Ah Xiu is a good person. Living together won’t cause any problems.”

Bai Jin Feng’s heart sank.

He was just about to persuade her further when Qi Xiu came out from his cold shower, his voice biting.

“Your wound’s treated. Why are you still hanging around? From where I stand, you’re the one scheming against Jiejie.”

“You—”

The quarrel was about to erupt again when Ruan Tang suddenly pulled out two game controllers, smiling brightly.

“Don’t fight, okay? How about playing a game together?”

…

They say gaming can help guys bond.

But watching the two men sitting rigid, eyes sharp, hands slamming furiously at the buttons—

There didn’t seem to be any improvement in their relationship at all.

Especially since the game Ruan Tang picked required teamwork.

Yet the two of them insisted on playing it like: “Either you die or I die—only one of us can live.”

In thirty minutes, they hadn’t even cleared the first stage. They had, however, died countless times.

Ruan Tang sat off to the side, watching with great interest.

Because honestly, seeing them sabotage each other so dramatically… was pretty entertaining.