Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 217

Just as Xia Lan stood frozen, the restroom door creaked open.

Ruan Tang peeked her small head inside, cautiously scanning the space.

She’d been secretly watching from outside for a while, waiting until no one went in or out. Thinking it was empty, she finally stepped in.

But the moment her gaze collided with Xia Lan, who stood dazed before the mirror, Ruan Tang jolted in shock.

She whirled to flee—only to be yanked inside by Xia Lan.

Pinning the petite youth against the door, Xia Lan interrogated:

“What are you doing here! Spying on the girls’ restroom?!”

Ruan Tang’s face flushed crimson, shame nearly drowning her. She wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and bury herself alive.

She wasn’t a peeping pervert!

There went her lifetime of good reputation, ruined in a single instant!

…

Seeing Ruan Tang’s tear-bright eyes and silence, Xia Lan softened her voice.

“Don’t be afraid. Be honest with me—I won’t tell anyone.”

Ruan Tang still stammered, unable to form words.

Xia Lan, taller than her, glanced down at her collar—and caught sight of a strip of white bandage peeking out. Her expression darkened instantly.

“You’re hurt? Where? How serious? Let me see!”

She reached for Ruan Tang’s shirt collar.

Ruan Tang hurried to protect her chest, but Xia Lan was faster. A sudden tug—and the buttons popped loose.

Ruan Tang’s vision went dark with despair.

Xia Lan stared blankly, struck dumb by the sight.

The bandages wound round and round, but they couldn’t conceal the soft, curving silhouette beneath.

Pale, snow-white skin filled her vision, and her heartbeat thundered like a war drum.

Hesitantly, Xia Lan reached out a hand. Ruan Tang trembled, her lashes fluttering as her eyes filled with a seductive flush.

Even the tiny red mole at the corner of her eye gleamed like it had been dipped in water, unbearably alluring.

“Don’t…”

Xia Lan swallowed hard.

The sound was loud and clear.

Ruan Tang bent forward, arms desperately shielding her chest, tears spilling freely.

“Why are you doing this… wuwu…”

“S-sorry…”

Xia Lan’s voice had gone hoarse. She quickly stripped off her own jacket, draping it over Ruan Tang to cover the view.

Yet in her mind, that image refused to fade.

To her horror, she realized the faint resistance she had once felt—the belief she wasn’t interested in anyone—had completely vanished the moment Ruan Tang’s true gender was revealed.

In twenty years of life, for the first time, she discovered she wasn’t asexual at all, but rather…

Xia Lan gulped again.

—The hibiscus flowers of her hometown had bloomed once more.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean it. Who could’ve guessed you were hiding… something that big…”

Her eyes couldn’t help flicking down again. Then, as if scalded, her ears turned blood red. She wrenched her gaze aside and forced the words out.

“…That big… secret.”

Ruan Tang kept crying silently, ignoring her.

Grinding her teeth, Xia Lan began unbuttoning her own shirt. She’d just undone one button when Ruan Tang grabbed her hand in a panic.

“Y-you—what are you doing—”

Blushing furiously, Xia Lan spoke carefully:

“You’re crying because I saw you, right? Then I’ll let you see me too—it’ll be even. We’re both girls. What you have, I have!”

She even puffed her chest proudly. Then, remembering something, her eyes dropped, and she mumbled awkwardly:

“…Though maybe not quite as… big as yours… ahem.”

Ruan Tang’s face burned crimson.

She shoved Xia Lan hard and bolted.

She burst out of the restroom, not even returning to her seat, but running straight for the library doors.

—

Lin Yao saw her and immediately stood to chase. But his frail body betrayed him—after a few steps, his chest seared with pain, forcing him to stop and brace against the wall.

Xia Lan rushed out as well, only to be blocked by him.

“What did you do to her?”

His gaze fell on the jacket draped over Ruan Tang’s shoulders—Xia Lan’s jacket.

Then he noticed Xia Lan’s unfastened buttons, her disheveled appearance. His eyes went cold as ice.

Xia Lan’s cheeks flushed. She pushed him aside.

“None of your business! Move!”

Lin Yao’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He grabbed her throat.

Fortunately, they stood between shelves where no one was around—that was the only reason he dared such boldness.

In a low, icy voice, he demanded: “What did you find out?”

Xia Lan’s eyes widened in shock. “Don’t tell me you also know Ruan Tang is a gi—”

Before she could finish, Lin Yao’s grip tightened, silencing her.

“Shouting like that—do you want the whole school to know?!”

Knowing she was in the wrong, Xia Lan scowled and lowered her voice.

“And what are you two, exactly? Why does she let you know?”

But the memory of Ruan Tang crying when she was exposed made her chest twist painfully.

“What are you to her?”

Lin Yao gave a soft laugh, his tone casual—yet chilling.

“—She’s my life.”

Xia Lan fell silent for a long moment, then muttered:

“…Does Tang Tang know you’re this much of a psycho?”

—

At that moment—

Ruan Tang, flustered and panicked, ran straight out of the library and crashed into Chi Han and Chi Yang, who had been on their way to find her.

Both had changed clothes. Chi Han had even tied his hair back neatly, exposing his handsome features.

Head down, Ruan Tang didn’t see them. She barreled right into Chi Yang’s arms.

The familiar, soft sensation stunned him. His heart jolted violently.

He was about to look down—when suddenly his arms were empty.

Ruan Tang had already been swept into Chi Han’s embrace.

Chi Han subtly angled his body, shielding her from Chi Yang’s searching gaze with protective determination.

“Tang Tang, what happened?”

Chi Han already knew her true gender, so Ruan Tang finally loosened a little.

Her pale hands clutched his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as she pressed deeper into his arms.

“Chi Han, take me back to the dorm—quickly…”

Though she wore a jacket, it wasn’t very loose. On closer inspection, something seemed off.

If she wandered through campus like this, by tomorrow everyone would know she was a girl.

Her carefully maintained disguise would shatter completely.

Chi Han’s body went rigid.

Her soft, curving figure pressed against his solid chest, setting his blood ablaze.

Yet he didn’t dare let it show, afraid of frightening her.

Forcing his hoarse voice steady, he answered: “…Alright.”

“Alright my ass! What happened? And why are you holding her that tight?!”

Jealousy darkened Chi Yang’s face. He reached out to pull Ruan Tang away.

Terrified, Ruan Tang clung to Chi Han even tighter, wrapping herself around him like a koala gripping a tree trunk, refusing to let go.

Chi Yang’s expression turned terrifying, his teeth clenched as he bit out her name, one syllable at a time:

“Ruan—Tang?!”

The sound was like a ghost-caller marking her for death. Ruan Tang trembled.

Chi Han stiffened even more, every muscle tense.

He used all his self-control to make his voice sound calm.

“Chi Yang. Take off your clothes.”

Chi Yang’s eyes went wide. “…The hell?!”

(t/n: “The hibiscus flowers of my hometown have bloomed again” is a poetic way Xia Lan expresses the awakening of her sexuality, a metaphor for first love or desire. In Chinese literature, flowers—especially hibiscus or lotus—are often symbolic of budding emotions or sexual awakening.)