Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 147

Ruan Tang saw him call her name only to fall silent again. Thinking he was just teasing her, she pouted in grievance.

Those lips of hers were plump and dewy, like fresh cherries begging to be bitten.

Ao Yue stared, dazed.

His Adam’s apple bobbed hard, and he swallowed.

In the quiet classroom, the sound seemed magnified.

Ruan Tang blinked at him.

“Ao Yue, are you hungry? I brought cookies with me—do you want a bite…?”

But Ao Yue only heard the last part—“want a bite.”

He did want a bite.

Only, not of cookies…

In his striking mismatched eyes, a dark glint rose. His voice grew rough and hoarse.

“Okay.”

Ruan Tang had just pulled out a small pack of cookies from her bag when, all of a sudden, Ao Yue yanked the curtain beside them shut.

The fabric fell, shielding their figures, cutting them off from the rest of the classroom.

He held the curtain in one hand, and with the other pressed gently against her slender neck—then abruptly lowered his head to kiss her.

Ruan Tang’s peach blossom eyes flew wide.

What?! Wasn’t he supposed to be eating cookies?!

Ao Yue’s gaze burned into her, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in her expression.

His kiss was clumsy, unpracticed—full of raw passion but utterly without technique. His sharp canines bumped her soft lips again and again.

It didn’t hurt, but it made her gasp, her eyes turning hazy with unshed tears.

Gradually, Ao Yue found his rhythm. The moment she relaxed, he invaded completely, devouring every trace of her sweetness.

So sweet. Too sweet. Soft and sweet, like sugar melting straight into his heart.

And far too delicate—her breathy, helpless little whimpers were like those of a frightened kitten, and each one set his blood on fire.

Just as he was losing himself entirely, a faint whistling sound cut the air.

Danger.

Instinct took over. Ao Yue instantly shielded Ruan Tang in his arms, bowing his head so his body covered hers completely.

The “hidden weapon,” however, was aimed solely at him.

It was just a pen.

Uncapped, its sharp tip gleamed with a chilling light, carrying a trace of demonic energy.

If Ao Yue hadn’t ducked just now, his head would have been skewered.

His fury exploded.

Not because he had nearly been split open—but because, if that attack had touched Ruan Tang even slightly, what then?!

Even a single strand of her hair was too precious to lose.

“Oops, slipped. My pen fell.”

The voice that followed was light, velvety, like the sound of a cello.

Ao Yue looked up—and saw a strikingly handsome man standing by the window.

The man was smiling, but the smile never reached his eyes. His fox-like gaze narrowed, brimming with menace.

Murderous intent.

It was death itself, staring right at him.

Ao Yue’s heart jumped. For a second he thought he really had run into a ghost in broad daylight.

That pale face, that sinister air—it was eerie enough to chill his bones.

He frowned. “That’s a pretty outrageous slip, don’t you think?”

What kind of “slip” uncaps a pen, aims the sharp point directly at someone’s head, and even carries demonic force?

If this wasn’t intentional, he’d eat the table on the spot.

But the man ignored his accusation, still smiling slyly, like a cunning fox.

“It truly was a slip. My apologies. This classmate—did you get hurt?”

He spoke with such sincerity that Ao Yue, whose head wasn’t built for subtlety, faltered.

…Could it really have been an accident?

Scratching his head, he muttered, “Didn’t get hurt…”

The man’s expression instantly darkened.

He clicked his tongue, voice heavy with irritation.

“What a shame. Guess you’re lucky this time.”

Ao Yue: “……?”

The hell?! Where did this damn fox crawl out from?!

He was about to curse when Ruan Tang’s soft, trembling voice called out—

“Master…”

Her lips were still swollen from the rough kiss just now, her voice unsteady.

The man’s fox-like eyes darkened, then curved again into a smile.

Leaning against the windowsill, he pretended to have only just noticed her. He waved warmly.

“What a coincidence. Tang Tang’s here too—good morning.”

The gentle smile was a complete contrast to the cold, killing aura he’d just directed at Ao Yue.

Ao Yue was stunned.

This was Ruan Tang’s master?!

Well, no wonder he’d nearly killed him—of course the old man would misunderstand and think he was taking liberties with his disciple!

This could end badly. He had to apologize, fast.

At once, Ao Yue stood and bowed deeply.

“Master! I meant no offense just now, I—”

But while Ao Yue bent himself in a ninety-degree bow, the man—Hu Yan—ignored him entirely.

Instead, he strode into the classroom, gaze locked tenderly on Ruan Tang.

“Tang Tang, you’re looking radiant today. Did you rest well last night?”

“Mm… Master, this is… this is Ao Yue…”

Ruan Tang, desperate to ease the tension, quickly introduced them.

But the moment Hu Yan heard the name, his smile froze.

So this was the one Wolf Jin had mentioned in the infirmary.

The one Ruan Tang had supposedly confessed to.

This mutt?

Unhappiness flickered in his narrowed eyes. His long, elegant fingers brushed her swollen lips, voice casual yet edged.

“Tang Tang, that dumb dog’s not worthy of you. Why not change your choice? How about your Master instead?”

Ao Yue was still bent at ninety degrees, trying to show respect. But at those words, he exploded.

He shot upright, grabbing Hu Yan’s collar with a snarl.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! Tang Tang’s my wife!”

Hu Yan didn’t so much as glance at him.

His fox eyes stayed on Ruan Tang alone.

“Tang Tang, just look at him. So crude, so violent—how could he ever deserve you? When it comes to choosing a boyfriend, you should find someone gentle and considerate. Someone who knows how to cherish you. Like me.”

Ao Yue’s eyes burned red with fury.

What kind of perverted “master” was this?!

But afraid of frightening Ruan Tang, he didn’t dare strike. He just clenched his fists, rage simmering in silence.

Then Ruan Tang spoke, puzzled.

“But he’s not my boyfriend.”

The words hit like a bucket of ice water, drenching Ao Yue from head to toe.

He stiffly turned, staring at her in shock.

“Tang Tang… Didn’t you say you liked me?”

She blinked, confused. “Eh? When did I ever say that…?”

Ao Yue grew desperate. “At the infirmary! Don’t you remember?”

Finally, Ruan Tang recalled. Flustered, she waved her hands.

“Oh, I meant I like puppies. As in pets. Not… not that kind of like…”

Crack.

Ao Yue’s heart shattered into jagged pieces.

A big dog, struck down by heartbreak, lost his very soul.