Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 144

The moment Lang Jin thought of Ruan Tang’s legs going weak because of that detestable man, jealousy twisted his chest until it hurt.

But he had no right to say anything.

He remembered that Ruan Tang was already afraid of him. She would never be willing to let him carry her in his arms or on his back.

Lang Jin fell silent for a while before finally speaking.

“Miss, I’ll change into my beast form and take you back.”

Ruan Tang tilted her head. “Beast form?”

No sooner had the words left her lips than a gray mist swirled in front of her.

Moments later, the mist dissipated, and standing before her was a massive, majestic gray wolf, powerful and awe-inspiring.

Ruan Tang startled, stumbling back.

A great tail swept forward to steady her, snakelike as it wrapped gently around her soft waist and lifted her onto his back.

“Miss, hold on tight to me.”

In beast form, Lang Jin’s voice was even deeper, huskier, and more magnetic.

Afraid she would fall, Ruan Tang clung close to his back.

Her little hands wrapped tightly around the gray wolf’s neck, and her legs squeezed his body to keep herself steady.

“S-slow down… I’m scared…”

Lang Jin’s massive body suddenly stiffened.

He could feel her soft frame pressed close against his fur—her warmth, her skin, every place where they touched…

It sent his heartbeat racing, his blood surging hot through his veins.

“Alright. I’ll slow down.”

Under the luminous moonlight, a lone wolf carried a delicate, enchanting girl on his back as he ran through the night.

It was like a painting come alive.

Ruan Tang gradually stopped being afraid. But Lang Jin’s fur was long and coarse, and her tender legs quickly reddened where they rubbed against it.

With every jolt of his stride, her inner thighs were left with faint red marks.

When his fur brushed against her skin, it tickled unbearably.

Her brows knitted together, her voice unsteady with breath. “Slower… it’s… itchy…”

Lang Jin’s breath caught, struck by a sudden illusion.

Her pitiful, soft voice, almost like she was coquettishly begging—it nearly undid him.

Fortunately, the dorms weren’t far.

In no time, he arrived.

He gently set her down inside, shifted back into human form, and carried Ruan Tang onto the dorm’s sofa.

His eyes lowered, and he caught sight of her pale, slender legs peeking out beneath her skirt. The skin was marked with traces from being rubbed against his fur.

They looked exactly like the marks left behind after someone had bullied her.

Lang Jin’s gaze darkened. His breath grew hot, fevered.

“Miss, rest well. I… I’ll leave now…”

He didn’t dare linger any longer, terrified she might notice something amiss.

The moment he stepped outside, he rushed straight to the bathroom for a cold shower.

The next day, Ruan Tang rested in her dorm.

That night, however, an uninvited guest appeared in her room.

The ends of his hair were tipped in white, and a pair of heterochromatic eyes glimmered brightly in the dark.

His face was usually sharp and rebellious, but with that silly grin on it, he looked more foolish than anything.

He crouched on the windowsill, moonlight pouring over his tall frame.

In his hands, he carefully held a bracelet of milky-white jade beads.

It was a family heirloom. His mother had said it was to be passed down to his future wife.

For this, he had traveled tirelessly back to his old home without sleeping or resting, just to retrieve it.

At the time, his mother had eyed him skeptically.

“A girl actually likes you, you silly mutt?”

Ao Yue bared his teeth. “I’m not stupid!”

His mother had only patted his head gently. “Ah, right, right. My foolish child, you’re not stupid at all.”

Still, she wasn’t convinced.

With a sigh, she asked, “Xiao Yue, are you sure you’re not mistaken? Did she really confess to you?”

Ao Yue thumped his chest with pride. “Of course not mistaken! She said it herself, right to my face—she likes me!”

The moment he heard her “confession,” Ao Yue had even started imagining what their children would look like!

Now, after traveling day and night, he should have been exhausted, but instead, his spirit was burning with excitement.

His eyes sparkled as he leapt down from the windowsill, eager to steal a peek at his beloved wife’s sleeping face.

But the moment he reached her bedside, he froze.

All his excitement burned away, consumed by jealousy and sourness.

The girl was sound asleep, her nightgown strap slipping off one shoulder to reveal luminous skin.

Along the line of her collarbone were faint traces of red—marks that looked like sparks searing into Ao Yue’s chest.

His eyes reddened as he leaned close, sniffing at her neck.

His expression chilled.

The scent was He Bai’s.

Suppressing the roil of jealousy, he traced her soft body with his nose, sniffing carefully all over.

His high nose brushed against the lace hem of her skirt.

And there—beneath the skirt—he caught another man’s scent.

Ao Yue’s fury blazed higher, nearly snapping his self-control.

His long fingers trembled as they gently lifted the hem of her skirt.

There, revealed beneath the fabric, were her jade-white legs, delicate as if sculpted from purest stone.

But Ao Yue had no mind to admire them. His gaze fixed on the inside of her thighs—

On the red marks that could only be left by repeated rubbing.

His eyes went wet with tears, the foolishness gone from his face, leaving only raw hurt and feral anger.

“You just confessed to me… and now another dog already touched you…”

“Damn it, you heartless cheat!”

Then, realizing his slip, he corrected himself in a sulky growl.

“No—you heartless girl! Awooo…”

Like a little abandoned puppy, he let out a muffled, broken growl of complaint.

If he had ears and a tail, they would surely be drooping.

For a moment, he wanted to bare his teeth and bite that soft, pale skin.

But he couldn’t bear to hurt her.

Instead, he lowered his head and gently licked over the red marks, trying to cover the other man’s scent with his own.

Suddenly, he froze.

This scent—it was familiar.

His cousin?!

Ao Yue’s expression turned savage.

“Damn you, Lang Jin! I treated you like a brother, and you dared take advantage of my wife behind my back?!”

His anger nearly broke loose, and in his haste, his movements grew rougher.

The sensation made Ruan Tang stir awake.

Drowsy and muddled, she felt a strange tickling on her leg.

Her hazy peach-blossom eyes fluttered open.

She glanced down at her skirt—

And was shocked to see, in the dim room, a man crouched between her legs.