Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 201

Ruan Tang’s face flushed crimson. She panicked, lunging forward to cover his mouth with her hand.

“Y-you—what nonsense are you spouting!!!”

There were still people passing by not too far away!

How could he say something that dangerous out loud?!

She was so embarrassed that even her jade-like earlobes turned pink.

The man’s voice came out hoarse, stubborn, his gaze locked unshakably onto her.

“It’s you. You’re the girl fated to me.”

“I can’t be wrong.”

Under his burning stare, Ruan Tang’s knees went weak. She struggled to steady her breathing.

“Y-you must be mistaken! I—I’m a boy!”

At last, she remembered her greatest piece of evidence. With pride, she puffed out her chest!

All those bandages she’d wound so tightly weren’t for nothing—they were for moments exactly like this!

The man fell into silence.

Ruan Tang grinned triumphantly.

“See? You got it wrong. Next time you can’t just say that kind of—”

Before she could finish, a shadow fell over her.

Then, a broad hand, with long bony fingers, landed bluntly on the chest wrapped tightly in layers of bandages.

Ruan Tang: “！！！！！！！！”

The man seemed entirely untainted by lechery, as if he were conducting nothing more than a clinical check.

With all the seriousness in the world… he gave two very direct squeezes.

Then, in a voice edged with grievance, he murmured slowly:

“You lied. You’re clearly a girl.”

Ruan Tang: “？？？？？？？？”

System: “！！！！！！！！”

And yet the man didn’t seem to realize how earth-shattering his action had been.

Like a naive child, his mind untouched by shame, he obediently sat back on his knees before her. Behind his fringe, his eyes glimmered faintly with excitement.

Those slender, handsome hands of his reached out carefully, timidly tugging at the corner of her clothes, as though terrified she might bolt.

His voice was as gleeful as a child’s.

“I finally found you. I’m so happy.”

Ruan Tang’s face burned scarlet, her body still tingling with the lingering sensation of his touch.

His palms had been calloused, his fingers long and powerful—the kind of hands that in ancient times would belong to a guard who wielded a sword year after year.

They contrasted sharply against her delicate, tender skin.

Her blush deepened violently. Abruptly, she pointed in a random direction.

“Look! UFO!!”

The man blinked, then turned stupidly to look.

“Where?”

Seizing the chance, Ruan Tang bolted.

The man reacted several beats too slow. By the time he realized what was happening, she was already far ahead.

But unfortunately for her, he was fast. In mere moments, he closed the distance again, tailing her with ease.

As he ran, his tone was filled with delighted innocence.

“Are we playing a game of chase? How fun!!!”

Ruan Tang glanced back.

The wind lifted the man’s overlong bangs, revealing a pair of drooping puppy-dog eyes, pitiful and innocent. His black-and-white pupils shone brightly; his brows and features were strikingly handsome.

Especially when he smiled—those big, white teeth, that pure, guileless look.

But Ruan Tang only panicked more, running even faster.

“Waaah! Don’t chase meee!!”

She dashed into a teaching building, barely making it a few steps before crashing headlong into a cool, solid chest.

“Are you alright?”

It was Yan Qing’s voice.

Already clear and melodious, his tone in this moment sounded like the voice of heaven itself in her ears.

Yan Qing held her firmly by the waist, steadying her in his arms. His cool, sharp eyes revealed clear worry and concern.

“What happened? Why are you running like this?”

Right now, fear of being chased by a “pervert” far outweighed her rational duty to avoid getting too close to the male lead.

Her soft, white little hands clutched desperately at Yan Qing’s shirtfront. Her peach-blossom eyes, misty with panic, gazed up at him.

Her voice was soft, trembling, full of pleading.

“H-help me, someone’s chasing me—”

Yan Qing’s Adam’s apple bobbed against his will.

To be stared at like that, by those mist-filled, seductive eyes… who on earth could refuse her?

His voice came hoarse.

“Come with me.”

Yan Qing took Ruan Tang’s hand and led her into the nearby student council office.

That was where he had been heading anyway.

As student council president, this office was essentially his private space; for meetings, they usually used a separate room.

The office was spacious and bright, with a large, soft sofa in the middle, draped with a blanket.

Yan Qing locked the door securely.

“Don’t be afraid. Without a key, no one can come in.”

Ruan Tang patted her chest in relief, breathing out like someone who had just survived a disaster.

Then she tilted her eyes up at him, smiling sweetly.

“Thank you.”

Yan Qing’s face went red in an instant, his heart pounding wildly.

“Y-you’re welcome…”

Ruan Tang leaned toward the window, peeking carefully outside.

In the hallway beyond, that man was standing there, searching, his head turning as though trying to catch her scent.

When he realized she was gone, he lowered his head slowly.

The tall, lanky youth stood all alone in the corridor, his posture drooping with desolation.

He looked just like a big dog abandoned by its owner.

Ruan Tang felt a pang of guilt.

But the very next second, Chi Han suddenly lifted his head, as if he had caught her scent after all, and looked directly in her direction.

Ruan Tang panicked and tried to duck away—only for a tall figure to step in front of her protectively.

Yan Qing’s cold, hostile gaze bore down on Chi Han.

Chi Han glared right back.

Those drooping puppy eyes of his fixed fiercely on Yan Qing, as though someone had tried to snatch away his bone.

The two locked eyes for a long moment before Chi Han finally turned and left.

Yan Qing turned back toward Ruan Tang.

“The one chasing you—was it him?”

Ruan Tang clung nervously to his sleeve, her eyes still tinged red from fright, nodding pitifully.

That fragile, helpless expression made one want to scoop her up, hold her tight, spoil her, and shield her from all prying eyes.

Yan Qing forcibly suppressed the thrum of his heartbeat and pressed on.

“Why was he chasing you?”

Ruan Tang bit her lip, embarrassed.

“He said I was his fated girl…” She quickly added, “But I—I’m a boy!”

Yan Qing’s long, narrow eyes darkened sharply.

“Did he do anything to you?”

Thinking of that shocking, world-shattering action, Ruan Tang’s face flamed. She clutched her chest and shook her head.

“N-no—”

But Yan Qing could tell she was lying.

He took a step forward, closing in on the delicate youth.

His pale, slender hand pressed down on her shoulder.

“Your face is so red. He must have done something.”

“—What did he do?”

Ruan Tang instinctively backed away, only to hit the cold wall behind her.

Still, Yan Qing advanced, closing the distance.

His clean, defined hand lifted, fingers tilting up her sharp little chin.

His gaze dropped to her soft, glossy lips, his voice husky.

“Did he kiss you?”