Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 54

Feng Yan’s gaze lingered on the tiny piece of chocolate she had broken off.

Because of the heat, it melted the moment it touched her rosy lips, leaving behind a faint smudge of brown on her soft, full mouth.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the residue away.

It looked… like strawberry chocolate.

Feng Yan lowered his eyes, hiding some unexplainable emotion. His thick lashes cast a faint shadow over his pale skin. His lips pressed together, and his Adam’s apple moved slightly as he swallowed.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out. Can you make it back to your dorm on your own?”

The hypoglycemia had been temporary. After a dose of glucose, dinner, and a piece of chocolate, Su Ci was already fully recovered.

But Feng Yan looked like he couldn’t wait to get rid of her.

“I still feel a little dizzy. My arms and legs are weak. Feng Yan, are you offering to walk me back to my dorm?”

Clang!

The thermal lunchbox Feng Yan had just packed slipped from his hand and hit the floor. He bent down quickly to pick it up, but not before his cheek and ear scraped hard against the bedframe—turning bright red like blooming peach blossoms.

He acted like he didn’t feel a thing. After grabbing the box and adjusting his glasses, he frowned coldly and muttered, “Just this once. Don’t expect it again.”

If it weren’t for the subtle flush on the other ear, his aloof and detached facade would’ve been almost flawless.

Su Ci reached out her hand. “Then I’ll trouble you to help me up, kind and considerate Feng Yan.”

Behind the silver-rimmed lenses, Feng Yan’s deep eyes flickered. He pressed his lips into a tight line but didn’t refuse her polite request.

When her weightless hand landed on his arm, Feng Yan couldn’t help but wonder—did eating sweet milk chocolate make her words sweeter too?

It wasn’t just her voice.

Everything about her was sweet.

Jiang Hao’s wrists hadn’t broken, but she’d gone through hell before finally getting an old Chinese doctor off-campus to set them right.

The dislocations had been fixed, but both wrists were still badly swollen—red and puffy like pig trotters. Even the slightest movement sent sharp pain shooting up her arms, twisting her face in agony.

And the one who did this to her… was Jin Ran.

Just thinking about it made her grind her teeth. Not even in her past life, when he’d locked her up and terrorized her, had he gone so far.

So why now? Why over a woman she didn’t even know?

Just as she reached her dorm building, Jiang Hao’s eyes went wide with fear. Under the streetlamp ahead, a familiar profile appeared—and she instinctively gasped.

Jin Ran. Again?!

Why was he haunting her like a ghost?

Was dislocating her wrists not enough? Had he come here in the dark just to corner her?

Fear gripped both her body and mind. She quickly ducked behind a thick tree trunk, peeking out cautiously.

In the hazy circle of light, she saw a girl stand on her tiptoes and throw her arms around Jin Ran. She held on for about five seconds—no, ten—and Jin Ran just stood there stiff as a board.

Wait, what? That lunatic Jin Ran let a girl hug him?

Wasn’t he the type to get physically ill from touching any girl other than her? Didn’t he break into cold sweats, get goosebumps, and even vomit?

Back at the track, she’d seen him help that girl up, then storm off—and she’d just assumed he went to wash his hands or throw up.

He’d even changed clothes.

So why hadn’t he pushed this girl away?

Jiang Hao stared in disbelief, and then it hit her—he must’ve been too disgusted to move. After all, she knew better than anyone how severe his gynophobia was.

Because she was the one who caused it.

Watching him frozen there like a stiff corpse gave Jiang Hao a strange sense of satisfaction.

Why should he be the pampered young master while she was the illegitimate daughter everyone wanted to beat down?

Under the streetlight, Su Ci felt the stiffness in his body. She had meant to let go, but instead, she held him a little longer and gently patted his slim, upright back.

“Feng Yan, thank you for walking me back.”

This personality didn’t just have a different name—it even smelled different. A clean, cold scent of cedar lingered around him. Su Ci buried her face against his shoulder and inhaled quietly.

Feng Yan was so stiff he didn’t dare move.

He could’ve pushed her away.

But she was a fragile girl, dizzy, weak, clearly exhausted… If he pushed her and she fell, that would be a whole ordeal.

And he hated ordeals.

So, he just stood there, letting her treat him like a hug pillow for three whole minutes.

Eventually, Su Ci let go and turned toward the dorm building. Just before stepping inside, she looked back and gave him a smile.

Feng Yan remained where he was until she disappeared from view. Then he looked down at his arms—the ones she’d hugged, even pressed against. The sensation of being held lingered clearly, refusing to fade.

A storm churned in his eyes. For a moment, his vision blurred. When it cleared, he reached up and ripped off his glasses.

What a piece of junk.

Then he tossed them directly into the non-recyclable trash bin.

From her hiding spot, Jiang Hao’s heart leapt into her throat. He really had come to get back at her! That girl had gone inside half an hour ago, and he still hadn’t left!

When Jin Ran suddenly turned and started walking in her direction, she panicked. Ignoring the pain in her swollen hands, she sprinted off with speed she never knew she had.

She didn’t notice that Jin Ran had only tossed his glasses, then turned and rushed back the way he came—faster and faster until he broke into a full sprint.

Twenty minutes later, the school nurse stared in confusion at the young man now back in her office, arms full of snacks.

Hadn’t he just left… with his girlfriend… an hour ago?

Jin Ran ignored her and made a beeline for the window-side bed he remembered. The covers were neatly folded. The bed was empty.

Tsk. So the little Lane 7 girl had left without saying goodbye?

Even if she didn’t want to say thank you, she could’ve at least left a contact number, right?

It’s not like there were many volunteers like him—strong, helpful, generous. He’d seen it with his own eyes: some male classmates couldn’t even manage ten pull-ups during fitness tests.

The nurse, having witnessed the entire scene, was speechless: “!!”

Had the couple fought? That boy was lucky—his girlfriend was stunning. No wonder he was now running around trying to patch things up.

The kindhearted nurse said, “White shirt guy, your girlfriend didn’t leave through here. Try looking somewhere else. I told you two not to argue…”

Jin Ran didn’t hear a word of it.

His ears had locked onto a few keywords:

Your girlfriend? Lane 7 girl?

She told the nurse that herself?

He could almost imagine the scene—his pretty, weak little Lane 7 girl lying in bed, blushing under the nurse’s curious gaze, quietly whispering:

“The one who carried me here… is my boyfriend.”

Damn. Too cute.

No wonder she’d avoided him at the sports meet.

She must’ve been shy. Too nervous to face him. Crushing on him in secret?

Jin Ran’s quick brain made the connection in no time. He set the snacks down on the nurse’s desk and, for the first time in his life, offered a polite, proper smile.

“Auntie, thank you for taking care of my girlfriend. This is a little something for you. Could I take a look at her medical record? I’m just a bit worried about her health.”