Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 152

He Bai seemed to read her hesitation, the faint curve at his eyes deepening.

“How about this, Tangtang? Come here, hold onto the side of the sofa. I’ll check your tail.”

The girl, dressed in a sleeveless fitted long dress, leaned slightly forward against the sofa’s edge. The curve of her body was sinuous, graceful, and alluring.

Standing behind her, He Bai’s gaze slid over her long neck, her snow-white back, the elegant sweep of her shoulder blades, the sharp dip of her narrow waist.

His eyes darkened.

From beneath the hem of her skirt, a small cat’s tail slowly peeked out, brushing against her shapely legs.

The most dangerous sight of all was the ribbon at the back of her neck.

It was tied in a neat, delicate bow—just a tug and her entire dress would fall away.

Just the thought of it made He Bai’s breath grow shallow, dark fire surging in his gaze.

Ruan Tang, tired of holding the bent posture, turned her head, her fine brows knitting lightly.

She urged him softly.

“Teacher, hurry up… I can’t stand like this much longer…”

He Bai’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard.

This little kitten—did she even realize how tempting she looked like this?

If not for his soundproofing barrier, Ao Yue’s furious shouting would have already shaken the room.

He forced himself to calm the pounding in his chest, examining her carefully.

“There’s nothing wrong with your ears or tail. You just don’t know how to use them yet.”

Ruan Tang nodded.

“I only just met this body, so… we’re not really familiar.”

He Bai: “…Pft.”

He thought she was joking, but she was perfectly serious.

Her brows pinched with worry.

“Then what should I do, Teacher He Bai?”

“I’ll inject my spiritual power into your body and guide you to control your tail and ears.”

As he spoke, his slender pale fingers pressed lightly, through the thin fabric of her dress, to the spot at the base of her spine—where her tail sprouted.

Ruan Tang shivered.

That place was rarely touched. It was unbearably sensitive.

Meanwhile, outside the window, Ao Yue was already stamping in rage.

“Damn it! That beast in human clothes!!!”

He had wanted to storm in and thrash He Bai from the very start, but the barrier held firm.

All he could do was watch Ruan Tang bend into such an unknowing, alluring posture, while He Bai’s gaze clung to her and his hand rested on her…

Ao Yue’s mismatched eyes burned scarlet.

He Bai’s “lesson” went on and on.

By the time it ended, Ruan Tang collapsed weakly onto the sofa, drained.

**“Studying” really was exhausting…

But thanks to He Bai’s guidance, she could now freely retract and release her ears and tail.**

Panting softly, she still remembered to lift her damp, luminous gaze toward him and whisper thanks.

“Thank you, Teacher.”

He Bai wasn’t faring much better.

He was exhausted too—but for an entirely different reason.

The usually aloof man, cold and untouchable as jade, now looked nothing like his usual self.

A fine sheen of sweat clung to his brow, and his fair cheeks flushed with an unconscious red.

His clothes were loose, but not enough to hide his unease.

Turning slightly aside, his voice dropped hoarse.

“Wait here a moment. I’ll take a quick shower, then bring you to dinner.”

Ruan Tang tilted her head.

Why would he need a shower just to go out for dinner?

Was the teacher hot?

Looking closely, he did seem overheated.

So she nodded considerately.

“Okay, Teacher. Go ahead.”

When He Bai stepped away, Ruan Tang also rose.

He looked so tired—she didn’t want to bother him further. She could eat on her own.

But the moment she stepped outside, a strong arm snaked around her waist.

In the blink of an eye, she was lifted off her feet.

Startled, she clutched the man’s chest, her wide eyes lifting to a brooding Ao Yue.

Usually so quick with laughter, his handsome face was cold now, sharp with an intelligence rarely seen.

His mismatched blue and white eyes shone with dangerous brilliance.

“Ao Yue-ge?”

He stared at her deeply, his gaze turbulent with emotions she couldn’t begin to untangle.

Without a word, he carried her away.

When He Bai emerged from his shower, he found the room empty. His face darkened at once.

He went to the window and saw deep claw marks gouged into the sill.

His brows drew tight.

Reckless.

He shouldn’t have provoked that damn dog—who knew what Ao Yue might do to Ruan Tang now?

“I heard you took Tangtang away for… after-class guidance?”

A lilting, teasing voice floated in.

It was Huli Yan.

He smiled, his foxlike eyes half-curved, though beneath the curve lay killing intent.

“I came to pick up my Tangtang. Where is she?”

He Bai disliked Huli Yan, but he had to admit—when it came to tracking, he was no match for these beastfolk.

His own sense of smell was too dull.

“Ao Yue took her.”

Huli Yan’s smile vanished in an instant, leaving only icy sharpness in his gaze.

…

Ao Yue carried Ruan Tang into a wide mountain cave.

This was his secret hideout, where he came whenever his mood soured.

He set her gently on a stone platform. His face remained expressionless, but his silence made Ruan Tang uneasy.

“Ao Yue-ge?”

Jealousy had nearly driven him mad.

Yet when he saw her shrinking back from him in fear, his heart ached.

How could he ever bear to be cruel to her?

Instead, he released his ears and tail.

They drooped low, hanging down in quiet submission.

Leaning in, he buried his head in the hollow of her neck, breathing in her sweetness.

But the scent of He Bai clung there too. It soured his face into a scowl.

His muffled growl came against her skin.

“Why did you let that beast of a teacher touch you?”

The tips of his ears brushed her delicate neck, tickling her with faint shivers.

Ruan Tang stifled a laugh, her voice trembling.

“He was just… teaching me… how to hide my ears and tail…”

“Idiot! You don’t need… need that position… for teaching…”

Ao Yue’s words trailed off.

That posture—bent over the sofa, her tail peeking out—how could that be “just teaching”?

And he had touched her there…

The more he thought, the angrier he grew. The hated scent still lingered on her skin.

His eyes reddened, fangs flashing as he bit down on her neck.

He didn’t bite hard.

Just enough to catch a small piece of her soft flesh, grinding it between his teeth like punishment.

Ruan Tang tilted back her slender neck helplessly, like a swan caught in a hunter’s jaws.