Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 68

[Babies, the past two chapters had extra content added—feel free to go back and read them if you’re curious about the male lead’s dissociative identity disorder.]

Feng Yan really should’ve known better by now—asking online netizens for advice was always a mistake.

But what he didn’t know was that when he scrolled past several comments encouraging him to get married, the way his lips curled up at the corners… and how he even unconsciously gave a few of those posts a like.

After putting his phone down, Feng Yan felt strangely at peace. He never expected that Su-student had such tender, romantic thoughts about him.

Not that there hadn’t been hints.

She was an art student, after all. She applied for exemptions and chose electives that matched his class schedule. She always arrived early and sat near his usual seat—how could he not notice?

But Feng Yan never imagined she’d be this bold.

Moving into his home was one thing, but sleeping in the same bed under the same blanket?

Was that invitation to be her nude model… actually a body inspection to see if his physique met her standards?

Thinking about it now, he must’ve passed with flying colors.

For some reason, Feng Yan felt relieved. Good thing he kept up with his workouts—smart move.

After all, in situations like these, the one who usually gets the short end of the stick… is the girl.

In romantic relationships, statistics show that it’s often the guy who pushes for physical intimacy, while girls feel nervous, hesitant, or shy—only to be told by their boyfriends that this means they don’t love them enough.

Under all kinds of pressure, many girls end up giving in.
But once they do, the guy loses interest. Emotional neglect, cheating, gaslighting…

After playing with a few girls’ hearts, the man gets older, decides it’s time to settle down and get married—and still demands that his wife be pure and loyal.

Feng Yan looked at the situation now: he and Su-student were literally lying in the same bed.

There was no way he’d just walk away.

Especially knowing how quickly gossip spreads. If rumors got out, and some scumbag started judging her like she was damaged goods, Feng Yan couldn’t tolerate it—he’d explode on the spot.

Sure, she was the one who initiated everything.

But still, he hadn’t resisted, hadn’t refused. That made him complicit.

And Su-student smelled so sweet, felt so soft—holding her made him feel incredibly safe…

The more he thought about it, the more he realized: based on her impulsive behavior, she clearly wasn’t the scheming type.

Good thing she liked him.

If she’d fallen for some heartless bastard and gotten played, he—as her good friend—would’ve had to pick up the pieces, comfort her through the heartbreak, maybe even help her find a rebound…

And get caught in an endless loop.

That thought gave Feng Yan both chills and relief.
Thankfully, he was a decent, upright, kind-hearted man—
and would make a loyal, capable husband in the future.

Honestly, compared to all that drama, sacrificing himself to give Su-student a relationship, a wedding, and even a child (if she wanted) didn’t seem like such a big deal.

Thinking this way, his smile grew wider and wider.
The arm holding her tightened slightly as he reached for his phone again, ready to announce the joyous news:

[Final update: OP has decided to nobly sacrifice himself for the sake of his friend. I’ll try to be a good partner and future husband—giving her the safety and happiness she deserves…]

Before he could type out the full story of how they met, got to know each other, and fell in love, the girl in his arms stirred.

His phone slipped from his hand and landed on the fluffy carpet.

Feng Yan’s pupils quaked as he stared wide-eyed—watching her soft, clean fingers reach up to cup his face, her sleepy little face nuzzling close to him.

Ahem. She was really clingy.

And that wasn’t all. Like a kitten, she gently bumped against his cheek, then lifted her chin—those soft, rosy lips trailing up to the corner of his mouth, trying to pry it open…

(To be continued.)