Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 135

The girl clung tightly to the man, still trembling in fear, her little face rubbing desperately against his neck.

She let out muffled cries.

“Wuwu…… so scary…”

He Yan froze from her touch, his whole body stiff, his breathing ragged.

He had always carried the refinement of a moonlit immortal, aloof and untouchable. But now, soaked through and disheveled, he looked nothing like his usual self.

It was as if some suppressed desire had cracked open, stripping away the celestial air around him, leaving behind something raw, real—something that made him even more alluring.

It took all of his effort to haul Ruan Tang back onto solid ground.

Even out of the water, she was still badly shaken, clutching him as though her life depended on it, her frail body quivering pitifully.

Her damp hair clung to the sides of her delicate face, the long strands plastered against her fair skin.

Lowering his eyes, He Yan studied her pale, frightened features.

After a brief hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again, his tone carrying a tenderness even he hadn’t realized was there.

“It’s over. You’re safe now.”

Ruan Tang cautiously opened her eyes, darting a timid glance at her surroundings.

Seeing that she was indeed out of the water, she let out a faint sigh of relief.

Drooping her little head, she tried to wriggle down from his hold.

But one of his arms was locked around her slender waist, while the other hand supported her bottom.

She was perched on his hips, her pale legs dangling in the air, kicking helplessly without ever reaching the ground.

Her face burned as she whispered in a small voice.

“Um… could you… maybe put me down?”

He Yan stilled.

From his angle, her delicate, jade-like features were beaded with lingering droplets of water.

Tiny pearls of moisture trembled at the tip of her pointed chin, as though they might fall at any moment.

A few more clung to her thick lashes, shaking with every nervous flutter, tugging at his composure.

But what unraveled him completely—

From her soft, damp hair sprouted two small, pointed cat ears.

Snow-white fur, trembling faintly, like two tufts of cotton candy begging to be bitten.

At the same time, nestled against his palm, something else emerged—

A soft, swaying cat tail, the tip flicking against his hand and scratching at his heart.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

—So she was a kitten. No wonder she feared the water.

Instead of setting her down, he leaned closer to the twitching white ears and murmured hoarsely.

“Your ears… they slipped out.”

His breath fanned across them, making the sensitive ears tremble violently.

Her peach blossom eyes instantly grew misty.

She blinked up at him, bewildered, her gaze full of unintentional allure.

“What ears… slipped out?”

She had ears already—what was he talking about?

Seeing her so genuinely confused softened him further.

His large hand gently rubbed at the fluffy tail brushing his palm.

“And this.”

Ruan Tang jolted like a startled kitten. She leapt from his arms in panic, face blazing red, both hands covering her backside.

Her trembling fingers brushed against something that shouldn’t be there.

Terror welled up in her eyes.

“I-I grew a tail?!”

Standing at the edge of the hot spring, she was completely flustered, close to tears.

He Yan, worried she’d stumble back into the water, caught her into his arms again.

“You’re a cat. What’s so strange about having a tail?”

Ruan Tang’s eyes went wide.

“I’m… a cat?!”

He lowered his gaze, watching her panic, her frantic little expressions, and couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at his lips.

So adorable.

His hand twitched, aching to stroke those little ears again.

But before he could—

A cold voice cut through.

“Let her go!”

Lang Jin had followed the sweet scent of Ruan Tang all the way here.

The sight that greeted him was her drenched figure nestled in the arms of a strikingly handsome man. Rage clenched his teeth.

And then he saw the ears. The tail.

His eyes burned red.

Among beastfolk, ears and tails only revealed themselves under the surge of overwhelming emotion.

This half-beast state was considered deeply humiliating—equivalent to a human being laid bare.

Only a partner of true intimacy should ever witness such a form.

What had this man done to her, to drive her into such a state?

Looking at her flushed eyes, damp lashes, and trembling cat ears, jealousy roared through Lang Jin like wildfire.

His fangs bared, arms transforming into lethal wolf claws. He lunged at He Yan, intent on ripping his throat apart.

But then—

“Ah—!”

A soft cry from the girl.

He froze mid-strike, whipping his head toward her.

Ruan Tang was staring at his claws in horror, her cat ears quivering violently, her small face drained of color.

As a cat, she carried an instinctive fear of wolves. And this was her first time encountering one—no wonder she was terrified.

She shrank against He Yan, clutching desperately at his sleeve, eyes wide with wariness and fear.

Lang Jin’s heart clenched painfully.

Retracting his claws and fangs, he stepped forward carefully, voice lowered in remorse.

“Forgive me, miss. I frightened you.”

Ruan Tang bit her lip, shrinking even closer to He Yan.

He carried a calm, gentle aura. And he had been the one to rescue her from drowning—her dependence on him was only natural.

“He helped me… You’re not allowed to hurt him.”

The words stabbed through Lang Jin like a blade.

Still, he forced himself to soften, extending an arm.

“All right, I won’t hurt him. Miss, let me take you back to your dorm to change.”

She hesitated, then slowly released He Yan’s sleeve.

He Yan’s brow furrowed, irritation flashing across his otherwise cold features.

Ruan Tang crept toward Lang Jin step by step, her movements hesitant, tinged with fear.

Just as he reached out to take her hand, she darted back like a startled kitten, slipping once more behind He Yan’s tall frame.

Peeking out nervously from behind him.

Lang Jin froze, his outstretched hand hanging in the air. His eyes rimmed red, his figure trembling with the weight of rejection.

He Yan’s lips curved faintly of their own accord.

He gently patted her head.

“Which dorm are you in? I’ll walk you back.”

Lang Jin’s arm slowly dropped, fingers curling into a white-knuckled fist, nails biting into his palm.

It was his fault.

He’d lost control—and scared her away.

And then—

The little girl mustered her courage again. Step by timid step, she shuffled over to him.

Her soft hand pinched a small corner of his sleeve, her voice trembling yet determined to steady itself.

“It’s fine… I want him to take me.”

Lang Jin’s head shot up.

Meeting those watery, luminous eyes, his heart hammered wildly against his ribs.

Watching the exchange, He Yan’s brows knitted in displeasure.

(t/n: Among beastfolk in many Chinese fantasy novels, revealing “half-beast” traits like ears or tails symbolizes an overwhelming surge of emotion—usually shameful unless shared with a trusted partner. Here, Ruan Tang’s accidental reveal is as intimate as being unclothed, which explains Lang Jin’s violent jealousy.)