Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 35

The room was eerily quiet.

Zuo Baixuan could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

In the air, the scents of vanilla and vodka silently intertwined, yet something strange was happening—the concentration of Luan Yenan’s pheromones continued to drop.

Zuo Baixuan had already torn off her own scent-blocking patch, releasing the aroma of vanilla.

This was something she had never done before, an act of an Omega enticing an Alpha, making her face burn with embarrassment, but she couldn’t afford to care about that now.

However, the pheromones of an Alpha and Omega, which should have driven each other wild, were now playing an untimely game of hide-and-seek.

As the vanilla advanced, the vodka retreated.

Luan Yenan lay collapsed on the cold floor of the entryway, her body temperature steadily dropping. Her hands pressed against the back of her neck, her body curled into a small ball.

Small, fragile, and showing none of the cunning competence and aura she usually exuded.

The concentration of vodka in the air grew weaker and weaker, as if Luan Yenan’s life force was slipping away, making Zuo Baixuan increasingly uneasy.

She reached out and pried open Luan Yenan’s tightly clenched hands, then tore off Luan Yenan’s scent-blocking patch.

But the vodka seemed to have lost interest in the vanilla, even avoiding it. Instead of increasing, it became even more restrained.

Zuo Baixuan’s unease continued to grow.

She hugged Luan Yenan, whose body was growing colder, and knew she couldn’t let her lie on the cold entryway floor any longer.

Fortunately, though Luan Yenan was tall, she wasn’t heavy. Zuo Baixuan wrapped her arms around Luan Yenan’s waist, draped her arms over her own shoulders, and carried her from the dim entryway to the soft wool carpet in the living room.

The city’s nightscape outside cast a cold, dim light into the room, filling it with a sense of desolation.

“Luan Yenan, can you hear me?” Zuo Baixuan held Luan Yenan, lying on her side, trying to rouse the unconscious Alpha.

Luan Yenan’s face looked even paler under the cold light.

If it weren’t for the faint tremble of her lips, releasing intermittent, short breaths, Zuo Baixuan might have thought she was already dead.

When she was awake, Luan Yenan would deliberately get close, provoke, and tease her, leaving Zuo Baixuan flustered.

But now, in this unconscious, weak, and unresponsive state, Luan Yenan left her at a loss.

The ambulance she had called earlier had promised to arrive as soon as possible, but it would still take over ten minutes.

And in those ten minutes, Luan Yenan’s life hung in the balance.

Her mother had passed away during the ten minutes they waited for an ambulance years ago, and the painful memory filled her with pessimism.

If only she could do something, but what could she do?

Zuo Baixuan didn’t know what to do.

She could only hold onto the cold body tightly.

Perhaps sensing the warmth from Zuo Baixuan, Luan Yenan regained a sliver of consciousness and wrapped her arms around her in return.

Feeling the strength in Luan Yenan’s response, a glimmer of hope reignited in Zuo Baixuan’s heart.

She steadied herself, clenched her teeth, and after a moment of internal struggle, she tilted Luan Yenan’s head toward her shoulder, closer to the back of her neck.

That was the spot closest to the scent gland.

Zuo Baixuan dropped all her defenses, her only thought being to save Luan Yenan first.

The Omega opened her arms, actively inviting the Alpha, but the Alpha remained unresponsive.

Zuo Baixuan hesitated for a moment, then gently placed her hand on Luan Yenan’s scent gland at the back of her neck.

The gland, which should have been warm, was now icy cold.

She frowned, her fingertips brushing lightly and awkwardly over the gland.

The person in her arms let out a muffled groan, exhaling a breath, and the scent of vodka drifted from her mouth, though it was unclear whether it was a sign of relief or discomfort.

But the pheromones still stubbornly refused to emerge from the gland, as if sealed away, as elusive as Luan Yenan herself.

Zuo Baixuan released her hand, her gaze finally settling on Luan Yenan’s slightly parted red lips, their texture cast in deep and shallow shadows by the light from outside.

Thump, thump, thump!

Her heart raced uncontrollably.

Even in her weakened state, the fox-like allure of Luan Yenan remained, her captivating lips slowly parting and closing.

This was the only place where any pheromones were still escaping.

The thought flashed through Zuo Baixuan’s mind.

She hesitated for ten seconds.

But time stretched on as if it were ten days.

In a crisis, even a moment’s hesitation could cost the life of the person before her.

Her breathing grew rapid as she wrestled with a decision.

In contrast, Luan Yenan’s breathing grew weaker, and even the faint trace of vodka seemed about to vanish.

“It’s to save her!” Zuo Baixuan took a deep breath, convincing herself.

Her lips parted slightly, and she tilted her head, clumsily pressing them against the equally soft surface.

The unexpectedly pleasant sensation made her heart race even faster. She kept her eyes open, watching Luan Yenan’s condition.

Luan Yenan’s eyes remained closed, but her long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her arms tightened around Zuo Baixuan. The vodka in her mouth finally seemed unable to resist, reacting to the vanilla.

It surged out, warm and intense, the pheromones flooding into Zuo Baixuan’s mouth.

Zuo Baixuan instinctively swallowed, as if drinking a strong shot of liquor, the sensation forcing her to close her eyes. The heavy vodka invaded her mouth and spread through her body.

The vanilla, too, was quickly drawn into Luan Yenan’s body as she took a deep breath.

The faint prickle of fangs emerging from Luan Yenan’s gums brought Zuo Baixuan back to her senses, and she opened her eyes.

Just in time to see Luan Yenan’s eyes slowly opening, about to meet hers.

The fangs and teeth gently clamped onto the corner of her lips, as if capturing prey that had come willingly. The agile, soft tongue explored, sensing something.

It left Zuo Baixuan’s heart in turmoil. She quickly reached up to cover Luan Yenan’s eyes, her body trembling along with her pounding heart.

Luan Yenan, now deprived of sight, held Zuo Baixuan tightly, as if trying to merge her completely into her own body.

In this moment, Zuo Baixuan had no strength to push Luan Yenan away, nor could she bear Luan Yenan’s gaze.

The mutual attraction between Alpha and Omega pheromones returned to normal.

A fervent, tense atmosphere swept over them.

The roles of the frail patient and the rescuer began to blur as their breathing grew more rapid.

Thump, thump!

The pounding of her heart made Zuo Baixuan deeply uncomfortable.

But the vodka acted like a sedative, calming her struggling thoughts. At the same time, it was like a stimulant, bringing to the surface all the feelings she had buried deep inside.

The night lights outside shifted to a warm, soft glow, casting a gentle light over everything around them.

Zuo Baixuan’s body relaxed, allowing herself to sink into Luan Yenan’s softness.

Knock, knock, knock—

Ding dong—

“We’re the ambulance team!”

The chaotic noises outside the door interrupted the uncontrollable atmosphere.

Zuo Baixuan jolted awake, snapping out of the sweet, chaotic dream. She mustered all her strength to push Luan Yenan away.

As if caught in a secret, she stood up in a panic, wiping her mouth hastily.

The faint taste of bl00d and the strong vodka lingering in her mouth made her face burn.

Zuo Baixuan patted her chest, trying to steady her breathing, while Luan Yenan rolled onto the soft wool carpet, curling up again.

Her condition hadn’t fully improved.

Zuo Baixuan hurried to open the door.

As the door swung open, the vodka scent that had been playing hide-and-seek earlier suddenly surged like a fierce tiger from behind.

Zuo Baixuan was instantly overwhelmed by the high concentration of Alpha pheromones, her limbs going weak as she leaned against the wall.

Beep beep beep—

The medical staff’s pheromone detectors were going off like crazy.

Fortunately, all the rescue team members were Betas, unaffected by this “nuclear bomb” of pheromones.

They quickly sprayed neutralizing agents into the air.

“Are you her wife?” A female medic deftly applied a scent-blocking patch to Zuo Baixuan.

“Yes.” Zuo Baixuan replied softly, keeping her head down.

“Then come with us, your partner might be acting hostile because of territorial instincts. Having her wife nearby will help stabilize her.” the medic said as they lifted Luan Yenan onto a stretcher.

“Okay.” Zuo Baixuan replied, her face flushed, her hand covering the corner of her mouth as she stood by Luan Yenan’s side.

Even in her unconscious state, Luan Yenan accurately grasped Zuo Baixuan’s hand and didn’t let go.

…

After Luan Yenan collapsed.

Everything turned white before her eyes. She couldn’t see or hold onto anything.

Only the faint, distant calls in her ears kept pulling at her.

She knew it was Zuo Baixuan’s voice.

But she had only one thought.

She had to maintain control over her body. Controlling her pheromones was the last warning she left for her body.

She couldn’t give any opportunity to another soul that might or might not still exist.

But her consciousness began to detach from her body, and she drifted into a void of white mist.

The chaotic electronic sounds of medical equipment echoed in her ears.

There were also indistinct voices, fragmented and unclear, carrying no discernible tone or emotion.

“Experiment confirmed… Subject… Death… Severe illness and memory loss…”

“Information fragments… Subject… Worldline… Disruption… Destruction…”

The “subject” mentioned by those mysterious voices might be her, and perhaps her mother as well.

Luan Xing fit the description of severe illness and memory loss.

And she had obtained information fragments, like an outline, that influenced the worldline.

Were they now executing destruction?

In this void, Luan Yenan had no physical form, yet she remained eerily calm.

Panic was useless.

She and these mysterious voices clearly existed in different dimensions.

“Luan Yenan, can you hear me?”

Zuo Baixuan’s voice suddenly pulled her back to her original timeline.

Everything around her was cold, except for the direction of Zuo Baixuan’s voice, which brought a sliver of warmth.

Luan Yenan tried to reach out, tried to call out.

“It’s to save her.” Zuo Baixuan’s firm voice reached her ears.

Luan Yenan’s dizziness didn’t fade, but the white void around her blurred, turning into faint, cold light.

The taste of vanilla and a soft sensation filled her mouth.

Luan Yenan thought of a possibility. She tried to open her eyes, and though her vision returned, it was blocked.

Before she could think further, she fell into a sweet dream.

In the dream, she instinctively sought out the vanilla scent until, at last, the tangible sensation confirmed that she had regained control of her body.

She didn’t know why, but she had narrowly escaped death.

The tension in her nerves eased, and she truly lost consciousness.

When she woke again, she had no idea how much time had passed. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a dim, unfamiliar room.

The distinct smell of disinfectant stood out.

It must be a VIP hospital suite.

“Ugh…”

She tried to move but found her body numb and aching, unable to budge.

Only then did she notice someone nestled in her arms.

It was the person she had expected.

Zuo Baixuan was leaning against her completely numb left side, her head resting on Luan Yenan’s collarbone, which couldn’t have been comfortable. Yet she slept peacefully, like a quiet little white rabbit.

Unconsciously, Luan Yenan’s lips curved into a smile. Her eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light, and the details of Zuo Baixuan’s face came into view.

This was the first time she had seen the little white flower’s sleeping face.

She didn’t know what Zuo Baixuan was dreaming about, but her lips pursed slightly.

Luan Yenan noticed the small scab on her lip and instinctively ran her tongue over her teeth.

She reached out to touch the scab, but the little white rabbit stirred awake as the pillow beneath her shifted.

“You… you’re awake!” Zuo Baixuan’s voice, still heavy with sleep, was low and sweet, like she had a piece of candy in her mouth.

A vanilla-flavored candy.

“Yeah, I’m awake.” Luan Yenan replied, her gaze fixed on Zuo Baixuan’s lips.

The moment Zuo Baixuan saw the smile in Luan Yenan’s eyes, she jolted fully awake.

Why was she smiling like that?

Did she figure out how I saved her?

It was just to save her.

But Zuo Baixuan felt guilty.

“The doctor said your pheromones were unstable, but you’d feel better with me around, so I stayed in bed with you. How are you feeling now?” She tried to keep her tone calm and composed as she slowly sat up.

“I feel… pretty good, just my arm’s a bit numb.” Luan Yenan said, her eyes still locked on Zuo Baixuan.

“Oh, well, we should still call the doctor to check on you!” Zuo Baixuan had already prepared herself to respond this way, no matter what Luan Yenan said.

So she automatically ignored the teasing tone in Luan Yenan’s voice.

She moved quickly, without a moment’s pause, jumping off the bed and hurrying out of the room.

Luan Yenan squinted, watching Zuo Baixuan’s hurried departure until she disappeared from view. Then she glanced at the call button on the wall.

She smacked her lips, savoring the fading taste of vanilla, and couldn’t help but smile.

Soon, the lights in the room flicked on, and the doctor, accompanied by interns and nurses, walked in. Zuo Baixuan was nowhere to be seen.

The doctor, Dr. Tang, was the most renowned gland specialist in the city and had been overseeing Luan Yenan’s check-ups for a while.

He had rushed over from home when Luan Yenan was admitted, wanting to assess her condition firsthand.

“How are you feeling now?” Dr. Tang asked.

An intern behind him prepared to take notes.

“Where’s my wife?” Luan Yenan squinted against the light and countered.

Even the experienced Dr. Tang couldn’t help but laugh. “Your condition is rare enough to be a case study, and the affection between you two is equally rare. It could be a case study too.”

“How so?” Luan Yenan asked again.

Dr. Tang sighed.

That wasn’t the point!

It was clear Luan Yenan didn’t care much about her condition and was more concerned about her relationship with her wife.

He shook his head, not forcing the issue. He figured the young couple could sort it out themselves. Giving the intern a look, he turned to check the readings on the nearby machines.

The intern, encouraged by his teacher, eagerly explained, “When you were brought in last night, you were unconscious, but you wouldn’t let go of your wife’s hand the entire time.”

“And the strangest thing was that as soon as she left, your pheromones became extremely unstable. You even rejected other Alphas, Omegas, and Betas. The doctor said it’s because your pheromone compatibility with your wife is over 95%.”

“So your wife stayed by your side all night, taking care of you. She just left to get you breakfast. You really love her, and she really loves you too!”

Luan Yenan glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past 5 a.m. Zuo Baixuan had been taking care of her since 9 p.m. the previous night?

“So, how are you feeling now?” Dr. Tang felt it was time to ask again.

“A bit hungry.” Luan Yenan said bluntly.

Dr. Tang rubbed his forehead.

Feeling hungry meant Luan Yenan’s metabolism was normal, but Dr. Tang couldn’t shake the feeling that her “a bit hungry” was a response to her wife going out to buy breakfast.

What was up with this Luan Yenan?

She had been annoying before, and now she was annoying in a different way.

Dr. Tang exhaled and spoke earnestly, “If you’re hungry, it means you’re probably fine now. But you should know your own body. You’ve always had issues with abnormal pheromones. However, after re-examining you, we found that your gland has undergone a special secondary development.”

Luan Yenan listened in silence.

“This is rare, but we’ve seen it in several cases at our hospital. Compared to your previous condition, where your pheromones were abnormally high for no clear reason, the effects of secondary development are easier to control. So this is good news for you.”

“Then what caused this coma?” Luan Yenan wanted to confirm if it was due to her “illness” or “them.” How much of that dream was real?

“It was caused by the mismatch between your secondary-developed gland and your pheromone levels. It’s like a child’s body trying to handle an adult’s workload. When it couldn’t handle it, your body went into self-defense mode, causing your pheromones to attack your own body. It’s similar to an allergic reaction.

“Your wife was clever. She used her highly compatible pheromones to help stimulate yours, stopping them from attacking your body and saving you.”

Dr. Tang’s explanation made Luan Yenan pause. She wasn’t sure what method Zuo Baixuan had used, nor was she sure about another question: “So what’s the treatment plan?”

Dr. Tang didn’t dare beat around the bush.

He was afraid this Luan Yenan, whom he had already labeled as a love-struck fool, might start thinking something like “my wife is my cure.”

“Since the extent of your gland’s secondary development isn’t clear yet, we recommend conservative treatment for now. You’ll need to exercise to strengthen your body and promote gland development. On the other hand, I can recommend a medication.”

He pulled out a box of pills from his white coat.

“This is a new drug developed by Zhongshi Tech. It has shown some effectiveness in stabilizing glands affected by secondary development. However, since it’s newly developed, the ‘effectiveness’ I mentioned is only supported by animal testing and data from previous volunteer trials. We lack reliable clinical conclusions. So whether you want to participate in the drug trial is up to you.”

Luan Yenan took the box and stared at the words “Zhongshi Tech” printed on it for a while.

She was familiar with the company’s reputation. It was a rapidly growing gland technology company in recent years, with almost no negative press online. The company’s leaders were also outstanding researchers.

Luan Yenan didn’t think too much and agreed to the treatment plan.

After the doctors and nurses left, it took a while before Zuo Baixuan returned.

Zuo Baixuan was carrying soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tea eggs—hardly the kind of food one would expect for a patient.

She walked in without saying a word to Luan Yenan, set down the bags, and went to open the curtains.

The weather was lovely today. The 6:30 a.m. sunlight outshone the fluorescent lights in the room, making Luan Yenan squint for a while before her eyes adjusted.

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan, who still seemed to glow even with the light behind her, and casually asked, “Is this breakfast for me?”

“I asked, and they said there were no dietary restrictions. I saw a long line outside this place, so I figured it must be good. Go ahead and eat.” Zuo Baixuan said, keeping her head down and not looking up as she arranged the food in front of Luan Yenan. She then took a tea egg for herself and sat down by the window, her back to the sunlight.

From Luan Yenan’s perspective, Zuo Baixuan was a shadow surrounded by sunlight, her features and expression obscured.

This was exactly the effect Zuo Baixuan wanted.

But Luan Yenan didn’t seem inclined to let her have her way. After taking a small bite of the fried dough stick, she asked, “Your lip seems to have a cut. How did that happen?”

“!!”

Zuo Baixuan used the tea egg to cover the corner of her mouth and glanced at Luan Yenan.

How could she even see that?

Luan Yenan, sitting in the light, no longer looked as pale as she had the day before, no longer carrying the aura of someone on the brink of death.

Once again, she was calm and composed, moving with ease, as if setting up a trap to corner her opponent.

“Who’s as tough as you? You fell hard and came out unscathed, but I just bumped myself while moving you and got a little cut.” Zuo Baixuan said, taking five bites to finish the tea egg.

Luan Yenan raised a skeptical eyebrow but quickly masked her doubt, instead saying with certainty, “Did you do something bad to me while I was unconscious yesterday?”

“How could I? Don’t talk nonsense! If I wanted to do something bad, I could’ve just not saved you. Letting you die at home would’ve been the end of it, and it wouldn’t have been my problem!” Zuo Baixuan kept her tone steady and controlled.

She was sure the heat rising to her face would be hidden by the backlight.

But Luan Yenan still wasn’t ready to let her off the hook: “But you seem really guilty about something.”

“Guilty? You owe me your life. Why would I feel guilty?” Zuo Baixuan shot back.

Luan Yenan put down the fried dough stick and bit the plastic straw of the soy milk, asking just two words: “Really?”

Zuo Baixuan watched as Luan Yenan’s teeth lightly pressed against the straw, deforming it. Unconsciously, she licked the scab on her own lip, recalling the moment from last night.

Without hesitation, she stood up.

If she stayed any longer, Luan Yenan would figure everything out.

She tossed the bank card from her bag to Luan Yenan again: “Let’s not talk about this. Taking care of you is really holding me back. I have to go to school now. If you’re fine, handle the discharge paperwork yourself!”

Luan Yenan watched Zuo Baixuan get up and leave without pressing further.

She watched as Zuo Baixuan moved from the backlit area to the side-lit area.

Her face went from shadowed to bright, glowing with a faint pink hue.

Luan Yenan kept biting the straw, the pressure soothing her. The sweet aroma of the soy milk was comforting.

Zuo Baixuan’s demeanor was also comforting.

Author’s Note:

Luan Yenan: The soy milk is pretty sweet.

Zuo Baixuan: You’re just talking nonsense! I didn’t add any sugar!

Thank you all so much for your support. I’ll keep working hard!