Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 18

Zuo Baixuan’s entire body tensed, and her hand instinctively reached toward the crevice of the bed.

Cold steel in her palm, steely resolve in her heart.

A tingling sensation, both delicate and unbearable, traced its way up her spine, pausing at the nape of her neck, where the suppression patch lay. A gentle touch brushed against it, as if testing its limits.

If Luan Yenan dared to peel off the suppression patch with her nails, Zuo Baixuan would stab her with the dinner knife, scream to alert the entire villa, and end this twisted transaction.

But once again, Luan Yenan defied Zuo Baixuan’s expectations. She didn’t press forward; instead, she simply let the cold metal in Zuo Baixuan’s hand warm against her skin before breaking into a chuckle.

“If you’re so worried that I’d take advantage of you, then why are you still so calm, facing away from me?”

In the darkness, all sensations were amplified.

Zuo Baixuan absorbed every nuance of Luan Yenan’s unhurried voice, sketching an image in her mind—Luan Yenan’s lips curved in amusement, watching her back with interest.

“I have to admit, an Omega’s gland is quite the temptation for an Alpha. If you don’t turn around soon, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to resist.”

Luan Yenan’s neatly trimmed fingernail toyed with the edge of the suppression patch, hovering dangerously close to Zuo Baixuan’s limits.

The fine hairs on Zuo Baixuan’s nape stood on end, brushing against Luan Yenan’s fingertips.

Threatened like this.

Zuo Baixuan weighed her options for only a second before flipping over and slashing toward Luan Yenan with the knife.

Smack.

Her wrist, mid-swing, was caught with precise accuracy.

And there, clad in a violet deep-V silk slip dress, Luan Yenan’s fox-like eyes glimmered with laughter, as if admiring Zuo Baixuan’s reckless defiance.

The flickering lightning outside reflected in her gaze, casting an eerie, dreamlike glow. The silk fabric clung to her curves, accentuating every line.

Her long legs straddled Zuo Baixuan’s waist, pinning her down. Smooth skin shimmered under the flash of lightning.

Zuo Baixuan’s gaze followed the contours of her body, recalling the pale expanse of her back from the night before.

She pressed a hand to her chest, inhaling sharply.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure who was truly being improper.

Luan Yenan, of course, caught the shift in her breathing. Smiling, she appraised Zuo Baixuan, who was wrapped up tightly like a delicate little flower.

Such a shame.

Where on earth had this fox spirit come from?

Feeling Luan Yenan’s gaze roaming over her, Zuo Baixuan bit her lip and turned away. “What do you want?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Was this dinner knife meant for me?” Luan Yenan applied pressure, easily prying the knife from Zuo Baixuan’s grip.

Zuo Baixuan wasn’t sure why, but in this moment, Luan Yenan didn’t seem all that terrifying. If anything, she was intriguing.

She seemed to possess excellent combat skills.

“I just wanted to remind you—if you keep holding these tense positions all night, you’ll wake up sore tomorrow. And when the moms see us like that, they might suspect we overindulged in… certain activities. That’d be hard to explain.”

Zuo Baixuan had no desire to respond. She regretted bringing a knife instead of a sewing kit—she could’ve sewn Luan Yenan’s mouth shut and solved all her problems. No need for a suppression patch, no unnecessary talking.

“And besides, you don’t really need to be this afraid of me, do you?” Before Zuo Baixuan could turn her head, Luan Yenan caught her chin and redirected her gaze.

In that instant, Zuo Baixuan’s peach blossom eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

She assumed Luan Yenan was about to say something cliché—”I would never hurt you”—and if she did, then fine, she’d play the helpless little rabbit.

But Luan Yenan had no intention of comforting her.

“If anyone should be afraid, it’s me. After all, you’re the one who’s up in the middle of the night, interested in my gland.”

In this ABO-differentiated world, that line carried more than a hint of teasing ambiguity.

Sure enough, Zuo Baixuan was so enraged she momentarily lost her composure. “Who would be interested in your gland?!”

“Just like that. Good.” Luan Yenan’s voice was smooth, as if she were guiding Zuo Baixuan through a game. “If we’re both sitting at the gambling table, even if your chips are few, you’re not lesser than anyone. And besides, you’ve already found a way to counter me, haven’t you?”

Zuo Baixuan’s vision blurred slightly from the tears she had nearly shed. She blinked once, clearing her emotions, leaving only deceitfully delicate droplets clinging to her lashes.

“What?”

Luan Yenan watched her carefully, her tongue running lightly over her teeth.

Her fangs, for once, hadn’t emerged.

Strange—Zuo Baixuan looked just as delectable as before. Though no skin was exposed, the idea of unraveling such a tightly wrapped package was all the more enticing.

Releasing her chin, Luan Yenan shifted to lie on her back.

“If you expose our fake marriage to my two mothers, my plans for securing financial assets will go up in smoke. And the rare warmth I felt today will vanish. So tell me—do you really think I’d dare lay a hand on you now?”

Zuo Baixuan steadied her breath and turned to face the woman beside her, trying to lock her in with an unwavering gaze.

Luan Yenan lowered her voice, speaking as if sharing a secret, her husky tone laced with an unsettling tenderness.

Zuo Baixuan was almost certain.

This lunatic had changed.

Before, it could have been testing the waters. An illusion, even.

But now, she was outright teaching her how to play the game, how to leverage her chips at the table.

Luan Yenan turned again, pressing a fingertip to Zuo Baixuan’s shoulder—the same spot her fangs had marked before.

“A moment of impulse brought us here. Surely, you understand that feeling?”

Zuo Baixuan pursed her lips, not responding. But she didn’t deny it, either.

After meeting Luan Yenan’s two mothers today, the game had changed. The stakes had shifted, and she did have cards to play.

She just hadn’t expected Luan Yenan to remind her of that.

“Of course, if you find relying on external forces unreliable, there’s another option.” Luan Yenan’s gaze met hers.

Zuo Baixuan instinctively blurted out, “What option?”

Luan Yenan smirked, utterly shameless. “Make me utterly devoted to you. Make me fear losing you, fear upsetting you. That way, you’ll never have to be afraid of me again.”

Boom.

A streak of lightning flashed outside the window.

The glow reflected in Luan Yenan’s fox-like eyes, as if she were casting a spell.

Zuo Baixuan squeezed her eyes shut, as if escaping.

No.

She was still a lunatic.

Zuo Baixuan cursed her inwardly.

And before she realized it, she had muttered the words out loud.

Too late to take them back.

But instead of offense, the woman beside her burst into delighted laughter, shaking the bed with her amusement.

Even with her eyes closed, Zuo Baixuan could picture the smug expression on her face.

Truly, the worst kind of mischief.

Author’s Note:

Present:

Luan Yenan: Teasing the little white flower is so fun.

Zuo Baixuan: You’re insufferable!

Later:

Luan Yenan: …I think I played too much.

Zuo Baixuan: Who doesn’t know how to be insufferable?