Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 69

Feng Yan instinctively parted his lips to return the kiss.

The next second, everything went dark. His consciousness floated weightlessly, limbs completely unresponsive, surrounded by an endless fog of blackness with no end in sight.

So… this is what kissing feels like?

Su-student—wait no, his girlfriend now—was the one initiating the kiss. It was just like the internet described: soul-stirring, intoxicating, too good to handle.

Feng Yan figured losing consciousness during a kiss wasn’t that strange. It was his first time, after all. Maybe he just couldn’t handle his girlfriend’s passion and got too shy to keep his eyes open.

But the man lying in bed suddenly changed.

The moment he realized his little vase had kissed him awake, Jin Ran wrapped an arm around her with practiced ease, pulling her into his embrace, kissing her deeply while his hand roamed.

The tables turned.

What began as a tender kiss quickly escalated into a torrential downpour of heat and intensity. Passion surged, unfamiliar and scorching, rippling through the bed and the tangled sheets.

Feng Yan only realized something was wrong when he discovered—he couldn’t open his eyes.

Wait, could kissing too hard make someone go blind?

Not that he was totally opposed to the idea. His girlfriend smelled sweet, felt soft, and tasted addictive. He liked kissing her.

But… he really, really wanted to see what she looked like while she was kissing him.

Feng Yan struggled in the endless fog of darkness.

After what felt like half an hour of fighting, he had to admit: he was completely, ridiculously stuck.

He couldn’t get out of this ghostly place!

And worse—his lips and mouth still felt wet, warm, and soft. That meant he’d been kissing his girlfriend this whole time. The sounds of lips entangling, of breathless desire, hadn’t stopped at all!

Which begged the terrifying question: if he was trapped in here… who the hell was kissing his girlfriend out there?!

Had his body been possessed by a wandering spirit?!

Feng Yan had always been a firm materialist.

Well. Used to be.

Another half hour passed, and still, he had zero feeling in the rest of his body. He was on the verge of a breakdown. “Ghost or whatever you are, get out here and face me!”

There were… strange sensations now and then.

Feng Yan didn’t exactly dislike them. But the thought of some disgusting entity using his body to do intimate things to his girlfriend made him rage like never before.

Out of sheer fury—something snapped.

Wait, was that light?

Suddenly, he could see.

The very first thing Feng Yan did was check if his girlfriend was hurt. What he saw instead horrified him.

He was on top of her, looking like a horny beast that had lost all self-control, pinning the poor girl beneath him at the center of the bed.

The blanket and pillows had fallen to the floor.

Her nightgown had bunched up around her waist, the neckline hanging loosely off one side, revealing a pale, supple shoulder. Her collarbone bore several faint pink love bites.

And his hand was on her waist—right where her soft, delicate curves dipped in—so fragile it felt like holding a work of art, one wrong move away from breaking.

Feng Yan didn’t dare look for more than a second.

His heart pounded like a drum, his face red all the way down to his neck. He scrambled to roll off the bed—bam!—and hit the floor hard, smacking the back of his head on the bed frame.

Su Ci blinked, groggy and confused.

Was he still dealing with physical contact issues?

On the floor, Feng Yan clutched the back of his head in pain. Just as he started to get up, he felt something warm trickle from his nose—and the pristine white carpet bloomed with fresh red.

“…”

That wasn’t the worst part.

The real problem was: he felt like his “little brother” was about to explode.
Twenty years of pure abstinence and self-restraint had all backfired this morning. There was no holding back. Absolutely no way to suppress it.

Feng Yan had never been this humiliated in his life. For a moment, he didn’t know whether to cover his nose or his lower half. He clamped his nose shut and dashed to the bathroom.

Su Ci, meanwhile, had adjusted her clothes and gotten out of bed. Just as she bent to pick up the blanket and pillows, she noticed two fresh red splotches on the carpet.

Was his condition… really that serious?

Maybe they should sleep in separate rooms for now.
He clearly needed some time to adjust. Constant nosebleeds without any release couldn’t be good for his health.

Su Ci ordered some traditional herbal remedies to help Jin Ran cool down and relieve internal heat. She planned to take care of his body first. As for the dissociative identity disorder…

Well, it didn’t really matter.

After all, whichever one he was—he was still adorable.