Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 203

“I only like Ruan Tang. Whether ‘he’ is male or female, what I like is Ruan Tang—the person.”

Ruan Tang blinked blankly at Yan Qing.

This man, cold and aloof like an immortal, sat with his back straight, his side profile sharp and elegant.

His narrow phoenix eyes, usually distant and cold, rippled faintly with unspoken emotion.

When he said this, he looked calm—but the tips of his pale, jade-like ears were already flushed scarlet, as if they might bleed.

“Tch, where’d this love saint come from?”

Chi Yang grew more and more agitated.

Seeing Ruan Tang clutching Yan Qing’s sleeve, hiding behind him, stoked a nameless jealousy in his chest.

He had stood in front of that little thing for so long, yet the kid hadn’t even spared him a glance.

Not a single proper word exchanged.

What was he, some kind of monster?

So he looked a little fierce—was it really that scary?

Chi Yang’s mouth twisted downward, irritation written all over his face. With a sharp turn, he barked,

“Fine, you two can be disgustingly lovey-dovey. I’m outta here.”

He stormed out of the office in a restless haze, still muttering,

“So damn annoying. What’s so great about falling in love, anyway?”

But in the depths of his mind, another voice whispered:

If it were with that little thing… then falling in love would be… amazing.

Chi Yang froze, horrified at himself.

No, no, no—he was straight!

And besides, he wasn’t interested in love at all!

“Should I walk you back to the dorm?”

Yan Qing lowered his gaze, his voice softening as he looked at Ruan Tang.

Ruan Tang quickly shook her head. “No need, my dorm’s really close.”

Not waiting for him to say more, she offered a quick goodbye, then spun on her heel and ran off.

Yan Qing stood quietly, watching her retreating back.

Had he… scared “him”?

He really had been too impulsive.

But the moment he thought of Ruan Tang being bullied by another man, the jealousy in his chest had simply burned out of control.

For twenty years he had lived like a detached immortal, untouched by worldly emotions.

And now, for the first time, he felt very much like a man with desires, weaknesses, and love.

Standing in the shadows, Yan Qing’s eyes lingered on Ruan Tang’s silhouette for a long, long time.

Ruan Tang lived in a two-person dorm, but for now she was the only one staying there.

Otherwise, sharing a room day and night would make it nearly impossible to keep her real gender hidden.

“Ughhh, Tongtong, today was so tiring…”

She collapsed onto the dorm sofa, then remembered belatedly—

Oh right, Tongtong had gone offline for a system upgrade. It would probably be gone for a while.

Drowsy, she drifted into half-sleep.

Half-awake, she suddenly felt hot breaths brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Her body shivered, a jolt of tingling spreading through her.

She wanted to wake, but her body was too heavy, as if pinned down by sleep paralysis. Her eyes refused to open.

Then—a large, calloused hand slowly slid up along her thigh…

She tried to cry out, but her mouth was sealed by a pair of cold lips.

The kiss was clumsy, inexperienced, yet overflowing with possessiveness, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Violent and tender all at once.

Ruan Tang almost melted into that deep kiss, like sinking into the sea, unable to breathe—

Until sudden footsteps echoed outside the door.

The body pressing down on her froze.

A moment later, the weight lifted.

Ruan Tang gasped desperately for fresh air and finally jolted awake.

Chi Yang had just come from the dorm supervisor.

He’d been suspended for fighting and only returned to school today.

The supervisor told him: a transfer student had arrived, all the other rooms were full, so they’d placed the kid in his dorm.

Chi Yang was furious.

He was territorial by nature, hating to share his space.

He had already planned to pack up tonight and move into one of his family’s properties near campus.

Cigarette clamped between his teeth—unlit, as always—he shoved the door open with a scowl, ready to snap.

But the moment he looked inside, his whole body froze like he’d been struck by lightning.

On the sofa, a small figure slowly sat up.

An oversized shirt hung loose and crooked on one shoulder, revealing delicate collarbones and smooth white skin.

Baggy pants had ridden up, exposing the pale thigh—still marked faintly with the shape of a man’s hand.

The evidence was rough, but shockingly sensual.

What truly stopped Chi Yang’s breath, though, was that exquisite little face.

Her peach blossom eyes glistened with unshed tears, the corners tinted with lingering charm.

Her lips—full, soft, swollen red—looked even more ravaged than they had earlier in the student council office.

Glossy, bitten, utterly indecent.

The “boy” trembled slightly, dazed and confused, not understanding what had just happened.

But every ambiguous detail on her body screamed of what she had just endured.

Jealousy knotted violently inside Chi Yang, so sharp it nearly drowned out even the shock of realizing his new roommate was Ruan Tang.

His eyes cut toward the billowing curtains.

The window was open.

With a snap, the cigarette between his teeth broke in half. He strode over, yanked the curtain aside, and looked down.

The tree branches below were still shaking, leaves knocked loose.

But no figure in sight.

“Tch!”

His face darkened, fury boiling under his skin.

Cursing under his breath, Chi Yang turned back, stripped off his denim jacket, and draped it over the disheveled “boy.”

His voice was harsh, but carried a thread of something deeper.

“Do you know who it was?”

Ruan Tang blinked at him in confusion, still groggy.

“Wh… what?”

Chi Yang barked out a humorless laugh. His big hand brushed across her swollen lips, his words edged with jealousy he himself didn’t notice.

“Your mouth’s swollen from kissing, and you’re asking me what?”

“Eh…? That wasn’t a dream?”

Ruan Tang had honestly thought it was.

But the sting left by his fingers on her lips made her let out a soft whimper.

So it wasn’t a dream after all.

Chi Yang’s ears burned at that unbearably soft sound. He jerked his hand away like he’d been scalded.

“Did he do anything else?”

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flamed. She dropped her gaze, voice barely above a whisper.

“…N-no, nothing else.”

Too embarrassed to say more.

Chi Yang could tell she wasn’t telling the truth. His chest burned hotter, restless and dark.

But he knew—it wasn’t her fault.

It was that bastard’s.

Instead of lecturing her to be careful, or blaming her clothes, he simply reached out with his broad hand.

Rough but careful, he ruffled her hair.

“From now on, I’ll protect you. I won’t let some creep get within half a step of you.”

Ruan Tang lifted her gaze, her doe-like eyes shining with admiration.

“You’re just like my dad…”

Chi Yang: “…”

…The tenderness in his chest instantly twisted into grievance and outrage.

“The hell I am! I don’t have a son your age!”