Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 202

Yan Qing was devastatingly handsome.

And now, at such close proximity, his face carried an even deadlier impact.

Ruan Tang was a beat too slow to react. By the time she thought to explain herself, Yan Qing had already misunderstood.

“You hesitated. That means he kissed you, doesn’t it.”

Yan Qing lowered his eyes, hiding the jealousy and bitterness within.

“It’s alright. I’ll wipe it clean for you.”

Ruan Tang froze.

Wipe it clean? How?

His fingertip brushed across her soft lips with deliberate intimacy.

Ruan Tang exhaled in relief. Oh—just his hand. For a moment she thought—

But the very next second, Yan Qing suddenly bent down and captured her lips.

“Mm!!”

Yes, they were in the student council office, and no one else was inside.

But the hallway was right outside! Anyone could walk past at any moment!

And here was the student council president, kissing a “boy” in broad daylight—how was he so bold?!

Ruan Tang was mortified and furious, struggling to push him away.

“Be good. I’ll help you forget him.”

Yan Qing’s aura remained ethereal and aloof, like an immortal descended to earth, but his eyes brimmed with a deep, dangerous desire.

His voice was hoarse, his long, slender fingers lifting her pointed chin gently as he leaned down, pressing those full, tempting lips once more.

This was his first kiss. He had no experience.

But the moment he touched her lips, his mind was flooded with a cascade of sensual, forbidden images. His body moved instinctively, unthinking.

What should have been a fleeting brush of lips turned into a deep, breath-stealing kiss that made hearts pound and faces flush.

Ruan Tang was nearly in tears.

Wuwuwu—why was this place full of perverts too?!

H-help, she was going to get eaten alive—

As if the heavens had heard her cry, a thunderous “Fuck!” suddenly erupted, shattering the stillness of the student council office.

Ruan Tang jolted violently. There was someone else here?!

The blanket on the sofa in the center of the room was suddenly flung aside, revealing a young man sitting up.

He was strikingly handsome, unruly, with a wild edge. His wolf-tail hairstyle gave him a rebellious flair; his brows carried a faintly feral sharpness. A lip piercing on his thin, sensual lips gleamed coldly.

Behind his ear was inked a stylish tattoo, and his whole body radiated the dangerous aura of a predator—like a fierce, untamed leopard.

Chi Yang had been sleeping on the sofa and had just awoken from a nightmare.

In his dream, he had fallen for a delicate, obedient little sweetheart.

He had just successfully proposed, the wedding ceremony was beginning—only to discover three other men standing beside his sweetheart, all dressed in sharp tuxedos, looking more like grooms than he did.

Furious, he had fought them all on the spot. But when he looked back, his new bride had already been stolen away.

By yet another rival?!

He had cursed aloud in rage, jerking awake from the dream.

Realizing it was only a dream, Chi Yang awkwardly rubbed his nose, muttering to himself:

“Scared the hell outta me. Just a dream, huh.”

That was terrifying.

Good thing he wasn’t the type to fall in love anyway.

What was love compared to the thrill of a fight?

Women only slowed down the speed of his sword-drawing!

But as Chi Yang shook off the dream, he finally noticed—two people were standing nearby.

Both were staring at him with looks like they’d seen a ghost.

One was his childhood friend, the student council president, Yan Qing.

The other…

Chi Yang blinked.

So small. So soft. So fragile it looked like one hand could crush them.

And yet—so beautiful, so delicate, as pure as a snowdrift. But those lips—so red, like the most poisonous, alluring poppy flower…

A… boy?

He could hear his own heartbeat. Confused, he pressed a hand against his chest.

Why was it beating so fast? Was he still caught in the nightmare?

Chi Yang steadied himself, flipped gracefully off the sofa, shoved his hands into his pockets, and swaggered forward.

He slung an arm casually over Yan Qing’s shoulder, jerking his chin toward the little one.

“Hey, Yan Qing, who’s this?”

Yan Qing frowned.

Thank heaven—he must not have seen what had just happened.

Good.

Yan Qing wouldn’t have minded coming out in front of a friend, but this little one was thin-skinned. He probably wouldn’t want anyone else to know.

“He’s…” Yan Qing faltered slightly. He hadn’t even asked her name yet.

Ruan Tang’s face was crimson as she lowered her head, her soft voice stammering:

“M-my name is Ruan Tang. I’m… a friend of Yan Qing’s.”

“Ruan Tang, huh. Little Candy.”

Chi Yang rolled the cute name over his tongue twice, savoring it, like he really had a piece of soft candy melting in his mouth.

A roguish grin curled his lips. He extended a long finger adorned with a silver ring and poked her plump, soft cheek.

“Yo, didn’t think there’d be such a cute little boy around. You sure you’re really a guy? Not just a girl in disguise—”

Yan Qing’s expression darkened.

He slapped Chi Yang’s hand away and pulled Ruan Tang behind him, shielding her with his body.

His face was cold, his tone cutting.

“Watch your hands.”

Chi Yang froze.

“Come on, man, seriously? We’re both guys. What’s wrong with poking a face?”

Leaning closer to Ruan Tang, he grinned cheekily.

“Right, Little Candy?”

Ruan Tang’s face flamed as she bit her lip, too flustered to speak.

Chi Yang’s gaze dropped to her lips.

So full and soft, like little cherries, as though a bite would burst them with juice.

Why were they so red? Had she put on lipstick? The sheen on them—was that lip gloss? But it didn’t look like it.

And then, suddenly—

It hit him.

They looked… swollen.

Like they’d just been kissed.

The thought shocked him, followed by a surge of inexplicable irritation.

Like his nightmare had come true. Irritation—and jealousy.

Ruan Tang shrank back further, frightened by his suddenly stormy expression, hiding even more behind Yan Qing.

The sight made Chi Yang feel as if a knife had stabbed into his chest.

His brows furrowed.

“Hey, you—”

But before he could finish, Yan Qing shoved him hard.

Chi Yang stumbled back a few steps before catching himself, staring at his longtime friend in disbelief.

“What the hell was that for?!”

“You scared him.”

Yan Qing’s face was expressionless, his voice flat, as though what he’d done was perfectly reasonable.

Chi Yang gave a short, incredulous laugh.

“You’re protecting him like that? Creepy. Don’t tell me you like him.”

Yan Qing’s reply was steady, without a second of hesitation.

“Yes. I do.”

Chi Yang froze.

He looked at Yan Qing’s serious, unwavering face—then at Ruan Tang’s cheeks, suddenly flushed bright red.

The irritation in his chest doubled.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve known you for years and never knew you were gay?!”

“I’m not gay.”

Ruan Tang’s heart jumped, terrified he had seen through her disguise.

She glanced down at herself—her bindings were secure, her jacket was loose and baggy, everything was covered properly. It shouldn’t be obvious… right?

But then she heard Yan Qing’s clear, steady words:

“I only like Ruan Tang. Whether he’s male or female doesn’t matter. The only one I like is Ruan Tang.”

(t/n: “Little Candy” is Chi Yang’s playful nickname for Ruan Tang, punning on her surname Tang (meaning “sugar/candy” in Chinese). His rebellious wolf-tail hairstyle, lip piercing, and tattoo immediately mark him as the “bad boy” archetype in contrast to Yan Qing’s aloof, icy image. The tension escalates as Ruan Tang becomes the unwilling prey caught between three possessive male leads.)