Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 136

Lang Jin escorted Ruan Tang back to the dormitory.

Ruan Tang went to shower and change her clothes.

Lang Jin simply stood there in the living room, dazed, staring at the corner of his clothes.

Just now, the young lady had clutched that tiny piece of his sleeve the whole way.

Clearly frightened, yet stubbornly refusing to pull away, she had followed him in tiny, careful steps all the way back.

Even now, if he turned his head, he could almost see those misty peach-blossom eyes looking at him—so aggrieved, so close to tears.

It made him want to cradle her gently and coax her with tenderness, yet also made him want to bully her mercilessly.

He felt the wolf blood in his veins boil, almost unable to restrain the urge for his tail to emerge.

He knew it was wrong, but still, he couldn’t help clinging to her warmth.

Just then, a lithe figure suddenly rolled in from outside the window.

The newcomer had a pair of striking heterochromatic eyes—one black, one blue, both sharp with intelligence.

Black hair fell messily across his brow, the ends streaked with a jarring white, giving him a roguish air, though his looks were undeniably handsome.

He rolled a full circle across the floor before regaining balance.

After carefully scanning the surroundings to confirm no one else was present, he lifted his gaze to Lang Jin—then shouted excitedly:

“Cousin! Long time no see!!!”

The shout boomed with so much vigor that it completely ruined the sneaky entrance.

Lang Jin rubbed his temple, already feeling a headache.

“Ao Yue, didn’t I tell you not to come looking for me?”

Ao Yue dusted off his clothes and stood, looking indignant.

“I heard you’d been sold into the Ruan family, Cousin! I was worried sick! I just had to come see for myself what that spoiled, vicious young miss is really like!”

Lang Jin’s expression darkened. He was just about to throw him out—

When a soft, timid voice interrupted.

“Big Doggy, where’s my pajama—huh? Who’s this?”

A thin bath towel clung to the girl’s delicate figure.

Her skin, pale as freshly fallen snow, still glistened with droplets of water, large swathes exposed to the air.

Her cheeks were flushed pink from the steam, like ripe cherries begging to be bitten.

Her damp hair had been loosely twisted into a messy bun, stray strands dripping water along her exquisite face.

Worst of all—between the strands peeked the soft, snowy tips of kitten ears.

Paired with those innocent, pliant eyes, she was the most lethal temptation a man could imagine.

Lang Jin nearly lost control, forcing all his willpower not to let his own ears and tail show.

But Ao Yue was still inexperienced.

He froze, staring blankly at the sweet, irresistible girl before him.

With two muffled pops, a pair of black-and-white dog ears sprouted atop his head, and a fluffy tail burst out behind him.

The blue-gray half of his heterochromatic eyes lit up, and almost reflexively, Ao Yue gave a loud howl—lunging toward Ruan Tang.

Only to be sent flying by a furious kick from Lang Jin, hurled straight back out the window he’d entered through.

Ruan Tang jumped in fright.

She scurried to the window, standing on tiptoe to peer outside—but Ao Yue was nowhere to be seen.

She turned back, timidly asking Lang Jin:

“This is the third floor, right…? He… he won’t die, will he?”

When she leaned out, the edge of her towel had lifted, revealing the wet, snowy-white base where a soft kitten’s tail extended outward, swaying temptingly.

Now, still braced against the windowsill, her waist bent in a delicate arch, she tilted her little face just enough to glance back.

To Lang Jin’s eyes, the posture was nothing short of an unspoken invitation.

He nearly lost it.

His nails dug deep into his thigh, the sting barely keeping him grounded. Even so, his voice came out hoarse:

“He’ll be fine. He’s got a tough life.”

Ruan Tang still looked worried, rising onto her toes again to check.

Lang Jin said nothing, only staring at her enchanting, swaying back, his Adam’s apple working heavily.

“Ah, I see him!”

Ruan Tang spotted the youth staggering off, clutching his waist.

Relieved, she turned back quickly to share the news with Lang Jin, forgetting her role for the moment. She beamed brightly:

“He’s still alive!”

But her joy collided straight into a pair of dark eyes burning with heat—

Lang Jin’s gaze seared into her, like he would devour her the next instant.

Her feline instincts flared, making her shrink back, trembling faintly.

“Lang Jin?”

She forgot she was standing at the window. The backward step nearly sent her tumbling out.

In a heartbeat, Lang Jin was there.

A strong arm wrapped around her soft waist, pulling the delicate girl tightly into his embrace.

“Careful, miss.”

His deep, gravelly voice oozed with raw sensuality.

His chest was firm, pressed against her flushed little face.

Ruan Tang bit her lip, her act as the spoiled, vicious young miss almost collapsing.

“H-how dare you! Let me go!”

But Lang Jin couldn’t bear to release her.

His large hand stroked the trembling kitten tail, his voice husky:

“Why hasn’t miss tucked away her ears and tail?”

Did she not realize how dangerous it was to show this form before male beastkin?

Ruan Tang’s body weakened as his hand brushed the sensitive tip of her tail. Her voice shook:

“I-I don’t know how…”

Lang Jin froze—then chuckled lowly.

The deep sound reverberated in his chest.

Ruan Tang’s face turned even redder.

Flustered and angry, she pushed at his chest.

“Let me go!”

“My apologies.”

Lang Jin finally released her, raising a hand to hide the indulgent smile tugging at his lips.

“I’ll fetch your pajamas for you.”

Then he turned and left.

For beastkin, retracting ears and tails was as natural as breathing or eating.

That his young miss didn’t know how—well, her clumsy innocence was unbearably adorable.

…

Lang Jin also took a shower.

With a towel draped over his damp silver-gray hair, his upper body bare and only a towel around his waist, he stood before the mirror.

Confirming that his eight-pack abs were on full display, he tugged the towel lower, exposing the sharp cut of his hips.

Then, and only then, did he stride out.

Ruan Tang sat quietly on the sofa, lost in thought, her little head bent in deep focus.

Lang Jin “casually” passed in front of her—

And just as “casually” flaunted his physique.

But Ruan Tang was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even glance his way.

A sour pang twisted in his chest.

Who could she be thinking about so intently?

He sighed, ready to go change into clothes.

But the moment he turned, he heard her soft, lilting murmur:

“Mmm…”

Lang Jin’s heart skipped violently. A faint blush colored his handsome face, his body freezing in place.

He almost turned back around—nearly marched straight into another cold shower.