Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 143

For some reason, Teacher He Bai’s voice had gone hoarse, and even his breathing was a little unsteady.

But since she knew what just happened had only been a dream, Ruan Tang finally let out a sigh of relief.

Her misty eyes blinked, and she said pitifully:

“I’ll never eat takoyaki again… wuwuwu…”

He Bai froze for a moment, then chuckled.

He usually carried an air of cold detachment, his features strikingly handsome yet always expressionless, enough to keep people at a distance.

But now, that faint ripple of laughter slowly spread across his face, brightening his sharp features until they were dazzling—so dazzling it was impossible to look away.

It was also the first time Ruan Tang had ever seen Teacher He Bai smile like that. She was so stunned she forgot to blink.

“Teacher, you look really good when you smile.”

Her little face still carried a faint blush from just waking.

Her lips, swollen and glistening from being bullied, looked especially tempting.

He Bai’s eyes sank.

—Clearly you’re the one staring too much.

How could you have no self-awareness at all, silly little kitten?

“You must be hungry. I made porridge for you—I’ll bring it over.”

The moment she heard “food,” Ruan Tang’s eyes lit up.

“Thank you, Teacher!”

He Bai ruffled her hair, set down his book, and rose to head to the kitchen.

Ruan Tang tilted her head.

Wait… wasn’t Teacher holding his book upside down just now?

Wow, as expected of Teacher He Bai—he can even read books upside down! So impressive!

After finishing her porridge, Ruan Tang still felt tired, so she lay down again.

This time, she slept soundly until evening.

However long she slept, that was how long Lang Jin waited outside.

By nightfall, the tall man leaned against the wall, his figure shrouded in the dense shadows of the night, carrying an air of solitude.

He lifted his head to gaze at the warm golden light glowing from the second-floor window of the loft, his eyes dazed.

Ruan Tang was in there.

Bathed in that warm light.

What was she doing? Why hadn’t she come out all this time?

Was that bastard teacher by her side too? Were they—

…What were they doing?

He didn’t dare think too deeply. His chest was filled with pain and jealousy.

He Bai had set up a barrier around the loft. Wolves were not adept at this kind of protective spell, so Lang Jin couldn’t get in.

All he could do was wait, anxious and burning, at the door.

Inside the room.

Ruan Tang finally woke up.

She stretched lazily—and suddenly realized her cat ears and cat tail were gone.

Startled and delighted, she touched her little head, then her small bottom.

“Eh? They’re really gone?!”

He Bai, who had been watching over her by the bedside, curved his lips in a pampering smile and stroked her hair.

“I used a spell to force them back. You were too tired today. I’ll teach you how to control them another day.”

Ruan Tang’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

“Teacher He Bai, you’re amazing!!!”

Being looked at that way made He Bai feel like even his proudest self-control was beginning to falter.

The girl had just woken up, her cheeks faintly flushed, her collar loose, revealing delicate collarbones.

Scattered across her fair skin were ambiguous marks.

All of them left by him while she slept.

He Bai’s Adam’s apple moved, his voice turning rough and husky.

“It’s already late. Why don’t you stay here and rest tonight?”

Ruan Tang hesitated.

The way He Bai had just looked at her—dark and consuming, as if he would swallow her whole—was frightening.

She had the feeling that if she stayed the night, something terrible might happen.

Her instinct for self-preservation won out, and she shook her head.

“I… I want to rest in my dorm.”

He Bai didn’t press her. He lightly tapped her small head.

“Alright. I’ll walk you back.”

That, she didn’t refuse.

But when she got out of bed, for some reason her legs were weak, and she nearly stumbled.

He Bai caught her waist just in time.

“Careful.”

The faint, elegant scent of the man drifted around her—clean and refined, very pleasant.

Ruan Tang suddenly realized… in her dreams earlier, hadn’t she been wrapped in this exact same scent, each time something strange happened?

Her face turned red.

“I’ll hold you.”

And so, He Bai kept one arm around her slender waist as he escorted her downstairs.

The sound of the door opening snapped Lang Jin to full alert. He straightened abruptly, staring toward the entrance.

Then he froze.

Ruan Tang’s soft little figure was nestled in the arms of the tall, cold man, her body pliant, leaning against him.

Her collar was slightly open, and on the snow-white skin near her collarbone were scattered traces of ambiguous red.

The moment Lang Jin realized what they were, he nearly went mad.

He Bai paused briefly, his eyes cold and mocking as they fell on Lang Jin’s twisted expression.

Seeing the other man seething with jealousy and rage, He Bai curved his lips in satisfaction.

He even leaned down closer to Ruan Tang, speaking in a voice just loud enough for Lang Jin to hear:

“Sorry, Tangtang. Next time I’ll restrain myself, so I won’t tire you out so much.”

Ruan Tang tilted her head in confusion.

Teacher He Bai… what was he talking about?

Why didn’t she understand a single word?

But Lang Jin understood.

He snapped. His reason shattered, his hand instantly shifting into sharp wolf claws that slashed toward He Bai’s face.

But just before striking, they stopped in mid-air.

Because Ruan Tang had stepped in front of He Bai, shielding him with her tiny body.

Frightened, trembling, but firm, she protected him.

The sight pierced Lang Jin’s heart.

“Miss… why are you protecting him?”

“Teacher He Bai helped me… you, you’re not allowed to hurt him!”

Lang Jin remembered. Not long ago, she had stood just as firmly in front of him, stopping Ruan Chen from attacking.

But now, she was protecting another man—regarding him as the enemy.

Bitterness filled his chest until he could barely breathe.

Slowly, he drew back his claws. Slowly, he dropped to one knee before her, his eyes downcast with despair.

“I am your dog. Naturally, I follow your orders. Please, Miss… don’t be afraid of me.”

His hoarse voice was soaked with pain. Each word was like a blade dragging across his heart, leaving it raw and bleeding.

At the same time, another thought grew louder and louder in his mind.

—He wanted to kill everyone who got in the way.

He wanted to monopolize her.

【Ding! Lang Jin’s Blackening Value +20. Current: 60. Task is more than halfway complete, keep going!】

Ruan Tang was surprised.

She hadn’t done anything. Why had his blackening value risen?

Well, it was good either way. She was one step closer to finishing her mission.

Afraid Lang Jin and He Bai would fight again, Ruan Tang asked He Bai to leave first and let Lang Jin walk her back to her dorm.

The whole way, Lang Jin didn’t even dare walk beside her. He followed silently behind, keeping his presence hidden.

Because she feared him, disliked him, didn’t want to see him.

Even if it hurt, he didn’t want to scare her more.

But after walking a while, Ruan Tang’s legs still felt weak, her breathing ragged. Her little face flushed a rosy red, making her look even more tempting.

She turned her head timidly and whispered:

“Could you… hold me? My legs are weak… I don’t have any strength left.”