Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 134

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flushed pink, her expression full of hesitation.

She thought back to the method her sly fox master had taught her for “bullying people.” Biting her lip, she finally steeled her resolve.

Leaning close, she bent down and gently bit Wolf Jin’s ear.

The tips of his ears, already red, now burned so hot it looked as though they might drip blood.

“M-my lady?”

His voice trembled in shock and panic. His heart hammered wildly as he stared, dazed, at the delicate face so close to his own.

Ruan Tang was mortified herself, but she forced herself to hold the act together.

“W-well? Doesn’t it feel humiliating? Don’t you just hate me?”

Wolf Jin stared at her blankly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Hate?
Impossible.
He could barely keep up with how much he liked it.

Ruan Tang mistook his silence for success.

Hardening her heart, she leaned in again and nipped at the curve of his ear.

His whole body went rigid, his breath suddenly uneven.

“My lady, please… don’t—”

Ruan Tang nearly burst with joy.

He had refused! He didn’t want it—he must be falling into darkness now!

【System, system! His blackening value—did it rise yet? Why isn’t there a notification?!】

The system: …

Whether he blackened or not, the system couldn’t tell. What it did know was that it was about to faint.

TangTang, you fool!!!

At the very same moment, Fox Yan also nearly blacked out—because he had just arrived to find them.

He wanted to slap himself.

This was the definition of digging his own grave.

He had taught her, and now his own disciple was using that trick on another man?!

Fox Yan stormed in, fury and jealousy radiating off him. With one hand he yanked Ruan Tang straight into his arms, his fingers pinching her soft cheeks. His voice was sharp with frustration, equal parts anxious and scolding.

“You little fool!!! What are you doing?!”

Her face squished between his fingers, Ruan Tang mumbled incoherently.

“You taught me, Master… I was bullying him.”

Fox Yan let out a harsh laugh.

“If I’d known you’d use what I taught on this mangy wolf, I would’ve shown you something much more practical.”

His fox eyes narrowed coldly on Wolf Jin.

“Like the ten great tortures, for instance.”

Wolf Jin had already risen to his feet, his gaze fixed on Fox Yan’s hand resting at Ruan Tang’s waist. His entire body bristled with icy hostility.

His voice was dangerously low.

“Take your hands off my lady.”

Fox Yan sneered, ignoring him.

Instead, he lowered his head, whispering into Ruan Tang’s ear.

“Let me teach you another, even simpler method. How about it?”

Ruan Tang’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What method?”

Fox Yan tapped his own lips with a long, slender finger, smiling with wicked charm.

“Kiss me once. I guarantee it’ll work.”

So simple?

She hesitated, but Master’s words must hold truth… right? So she obediently rose on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his.

Wolf Jin froze—then the blaze of jealousy nearly burned away his sanity.

His eyes flooded red as his fist swung toward Fox Yan with lethal force.

Fox Yan raised his arm to block, but the sheer power drove him back a step, his palm stinging from the impact. His brows furrowed slightly.

This wolf pup was stronger than expected.

His gaze flicked to Wolf Jin’s reddened ear, evidence of Ruan Tang’s intimate touch.

Fox Yan’s fox-like eyes darkened, his playful smile vanishing. Coldly, he struck back.

The two men clashed fiercely in the middle of Ruan Tang’s bedroom.

But Ruan Tang was too busy basking in her victory to stop them.

Just now, she’d heard a bright, crisp notification:

【Ding! Wolf Jin’s blackening value +20. Current total: 40 points. Task completion: 40%. Keep it up!】

【It really worked! Master is amazing! I should always listen to him!】

The system slowly typed out a question mark: “?”

…It actually worked?

Unthinkable—but also perfectly fitting for its silly host.

After all, TangTang could never really bully anyone.
Making jealous men fall into darkness, though? That worked just fine.

…

The commotion drew Ruan Chen. Both Fox Yan and Wolf Jin were thrown out of her room.

“Tch, that damned fox. Slips in like a mosquito—you never see him coming! I need to find a way to deal with this…” Ruan Chen muttered darkly.

…

The next morning.

Ruan Tang was sent to the academy.

Before she left, Ruan Chen patted her head.

“I’m too busy to watch you constantly. At least in the academy, they’ll restrain themselves a little.”

Ruan Tang blinked innocently. “They?”

Ruan Chen didn’t answer. He only gave her a long, complicated look before turning away.

“Go on.”

Ruan Tang waved timidly. “Goodbye, Brother.”

Why did it look like he was… sad?

Even the system was stunned by that look, clutching its chest.

【Holy crap—when did the icy workaholic God of the space turn into a romance lead?!】

…

Before her was a Western-style academy.

She was transferring in. Since classes were in session, the campus was mostly quiet.

Wolf Jin had already carried her luggage to the dormitory.

She strolled around to take in the sights, but soon lost her way, wandering into a bamboo grove.

Hidden there was an elegant Western-style villa, delicate and refined.

Circling past the grove, she stumbled upon a steaming hot spring pool.

Her eyes widened in delight. The academy even had hot springs?!

Just as she leaned closer, a cold male voice cut through the air.

“Who’s there?”

Startled, Ruan Tang spun around—only to meet a pair of frosty, pale eyes.

Her foot slipped, and with a splash she tumbled straight into the pool.

Hot spring water surged around her, smothering her breath.

She panicked.

For some reason, she suddenly felt utterly terrified of the water.

The next instant, strong arms pulled her into an icy embrace.

Still trembling, she clutched the man’s clothes with both hands, curling against him like a frightened kitten.

Her dress clung transparently to her damp curves, pale skin gleaming faintly through the fabric, temptingly exposed.

The man stiffened at the soft, yielding body pressed against him—especially the parts pressed far too closely to his chest.

His breath grew ragged, his cold eyes flashing with suppressed shame and restraint.

His voice, clear yet taut with tension, ground out:

“Don’t hold me like this—”

But Ruan Tang was too frightened to listen.

She burrowed even deeper into his arms, her slender arms wrapping tight around his neck.

Beneath her skirt, her long legs wound instinctively around his waist, clinging like a stubborn little koala.