Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 40

Luan Yenan’s words fell slowly, one after another.

Dressed in an exquisite gown, she softly held the person in her arms, resembling a gentle elder sister. However, her face, full of smiles, lacked emotion, and her eyes were icy, instilling fear.

Luan Lizheng could easily sense that Luan Yenan’s tenderness was solely for the person in her arms.

He had seen many people in his time, but it had been years since anyone dared to look at him with such eyes—so long that he couldn’t remember when. He suddenly felt as if he were a child again, being stared down by an elder, thrown into an icy abyss.

Even as the autumn breeze grew cooler, such a chill shouldn’t be felt indoors.

Yet the heat of the vodka burned him fiercely.

His expression now was as if he had seen a ghost, beginning to doubt whether he was still asleep, or if this was all a dream.

In the past, no matter how outrageous Luan Yenan’s actions were, she never defied him.

Now, in Luan Lizheng’s eyes, Luan Yenan had truly grown wings, shedding all her previous outrageous behaviors, retaining only the ability to oppose him.

What kind of logic was this?

He had never been treated this way in this household!

To be precise, he had never been treated this way in his entire life!

Luan Lizheng’s ancestors had some noble lineage, and tracing the family tree would reveal many influential connections. If anything were to threaten the family’s development, pulling out the family tree for help could shake the capital.

Who would have thought that in his old age, he would be so angered by a younger generation?

But Luan Lizheng narrowed his eyes, and after a moment of confusion, he confirmed this wasn’t a dream, for the taste of vodka was too vivid.

This submissive S-class top-tier pheromone!

It reminded him of his former self.

Luan Lizheng opened his eyes and looked at Luan Yenan for a while, then was the first to retract his pheromones.

The sudden change left everyone else dumbfounded.

The ever-stubborn Luan Lizheng had just backed down?

Without even a harsh word?

Everyone looked at Luan Muyin, who knew his father best.

Luan Muyin, at this moment, also didn’t know what to say.

Instead, Luan Lizheng himself, with a much milder attitude, spoke up, giving himself a way out: “Alright. Put aside your youthful arrogance, and I won’t argue with you. Retract your pheromones, don’t let the guests laugh.”

Older now, his skin had thickened, and he didn’t feel embarrassed, having said both good and bad.

The alpha male cancer ultimately admires strength.

Luan Yenan’s strong attitude, though disrespectful to him, violated his hierarchical principles. Yet, this strong attitude was indeed what he desired in an alpha, a top-tier S-class alpha stronger than anyone else.

He was actually satisfied.

Seeing Luan Lizheng retract his aura, Luan Yenan glanced back at Zuo Baixuan.

Her pheromones weren’t something she could retract at will; she needed external help now.

Zuo Baixuan understood in a glance, took Luan Yenan’s hand, and said to everyone, “Sorry, Ah Nan’s hand is still red, I need to tend to it. Please, enjoy your time!”

Zuo Baixuan, who had been keeping a low profile, now stood beside Luan Yenan, speaking to everyone with neither humility nor arrogance, like the little mistress of the house.

Luan Muyin and Luan Xing breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

They really didn’t need to worry about this little couple anymore; they were braver than imagined.

Only Luan Lizheng sat upright in the center of his chair, hands on his cane, silent, his eyebrows slightly raised, forehead wrinkles folding one after another, perhaps deep in thought.

Luan Yenan, seriously holding Zuo Baixuan’s hand, walked back, smiling, her voice neither loud nor soft: “Thanks for the hard work, wife.”

Zuo Baixuan glanced sideways, her words seeming to chide: “If you talked less, maybe I wouldn’t have to work so hard.”

But where was there any hint of chiding on her face?

Tap tap tap tap.

Pepper also trotted after Luan Yenan, following to the staircase, sitting beside it, wagging its tail.

Luan Yenan had subdued the person it feared; now, Luan Yenan was a god in its eyes!

Luan Lizheng watched this scene and snorted: “Animals are more loyal.”

There was a hint of indirect criticism.

But Luan Yenan still paid no heed; what else could such a feudal patriarch do after witnessing the power of a child’s rebellion, other than leave behind hollow, impotent rage?

Luan Lizheng paused, and as Luan Yenan hadn’t yet reached the second floor, he turned to Wen Fenghua, speaking, and rehung his cane on the table edge: “Fenghua, if you think our two families are a good match, consider betrothing Wen Qing to our Yecha. That boy is much more polite than this brat Yenan. He’s doing very well abroad, studying under a famous professor. Once he completes his studies and returns, he can join the company.”

Luan Lizheng laid out what he had been preparing in the shadows, right on the table.

It was a warning to Luan Muyin to discipline her daughter properly, or else when Luan Yecha returns, there would be no place for her family in the company.

Luan Muyin was annoyed; she even thought of just quitting. After enduring so many years of frustration, she couldn’t even protect her wife and child, feeling utterly useless.

Luan Xing sensed his wife’s irritation but subtly grabbed her hand under the table, signaling her not to respond hastily. It wasn’t the time yet; better to wait and see.

Meanwhile, Wen Fenghua laughed heartily, exchanging pleasantries with Luan Lizheng: “Oh? Yecha is doing so well now? I remember a few years ago at a dance, you brought him along, and he was just a kid. Now he’s all grown up!”

Wen Qing, unlike her father, wasn’t as tactful. Hearing Luan Lizheng’s shift in tone, the smile on her face gradually faded.

She hadn’t expected that Luan Lizheng, who had been hinting at matters concerning Luan Yenan during the journey, would now bring up Luan Yecha.

She had heard of Luan Yecha.

Using the English name “Charlie” he had made quite a name for himself abroad, but his reputation wasn’t much better than Luan Yenan’s, just slightly better academic achievements, having won a few small awards at school, but ultimately just a B-class alpha.

Wen Qing couldn’t help but sniff the lingering scent of vodka in the air.

She couldn’t help but blush; the vodka scent made her glands tingle.

If she had to choose, she’d rather choose the top-tier vodka. Even if the pheromone compatibility wasn’t high, it seemed thrilling.

She couldn’t help but imagine the sensation of being completely immersed in vodka, looking up at Luan Yenan as she entered the second-floor room.

Wen Fenghua saw his daughter’s gaze and had a plan in mind, continuing to chat with Luan Lizheng and Luan Muyin about old times.

…

Zuo Baixuan and the maid brought over the entire medical kit. To avoid others noticing the abnormality in Luan Yenan’s glands and pheromones, they didn’t ask for help.

The hand injury was just an excuse; the pheromones were the key.

After entering the room, she turned the exhaust system to maximum, used half a bottle of suppressant in the air to cover the strong vodka scent, and then looked back at Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan’s forehead was already beading with sweat, her body lacking its initial strength, leaning weakly against the dressing table, her narrow eyes filled with fatigue, her entire being in the dim light exuding a deadly allure.

The ancient concubines who seduced emperors into neglecting their duties were no more than this.

There was an indescribable fragility, a stark contrast to the alpha aura she had just exuded.

Truly a vixen.

Zuo Baixuan sighed lightly in her heart, feeling a pang of pity, her guard lowering slightly.

“Are you feeling very unwell? Should we find an excuse to go to the hospital?”

Zuo Baixuan sprayed suppressant into the air as she walked towards Luan Yenan.

The pheromones had regained their ability to affect omegas, but an alpha without marking ability still posed no danger. This allowed the omega to approach boldly without fear of any traps.

Luan Yenan lifted her lips in a weak smile: “Although the doctor signed a confidentiality agreement and there are strict legal protections, if I were to go to the hospital so openly now, anyone would know something was up. Luan Lizheng was just intimidated by my pheromones; if he knew it was just due to a pheromone abnormality, he’d probably laugh his head off.”

“Is face really that important?” Zuo Baixuan asked, moving closer to Luan Yenan, following the logical inertia.

Most alphas don’t want others to know about their gland and pheromone issues because of face.

Like before, even though Luan Yenan’s pheromone issues were common knowledge, no one dared to mention it to her face, and she never acknowledged it herself.

“It’s not for my own face.” Luan Yenan said, immediately closing her eyes, frowning slightly.

The abnormal state of her glands made her very uncomfortable.

It wasn’t just the external pheromone chaos, but also internal pain; she was stripped of the strength to move.

The doctor had told her that the medication for gland abnormalities, when first taken, would cause an uncertain period of time where pheromones were harder to control than before.

This lack of control was chaotic, even self-destructive. The doctor advised her to stay emotionally stable, and if things got too bad, she could use suppressants.

But using too many suppressants could lead to delayed rut and other subsequent issues.

Now was that uncontrollable phase, on the edge of losing control, Luan Yenan tried to control herself with willpower, caught in a dilemma.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, grateful that her pheromones had been cooperative earlier; otherwise, she might not have been able to suppress Luan Lizheng, that alpha-supremacist old fossil.

Seeing Luan Yenan’s discomfort, Zuo Baixuan moved closer: “Are you okay?”

A faint vanilla scent soothed Luan Yenan’s burning body.

Luan Yenan opened her eyes to look at her savior. She smiled and continued the earlier conversation.

“Before, everyone knew my pheromones couldn’t mark. If it were about face, I should now be posting notices everywhere, declaring to the world that my pheromones can affect omegas, and with just one rut, I can mark.” Luan Yenan spoke vividly.

Zuo Baixuan, imagining Luan Yenan holding a signboard advertising everywhere, found it amusing. She hadn’t expected this person, even in such a state, to still joke: “Then after your rut, buy a newspaper page. That would be high-profile enough.”

Luan Yenan, though weak, was amused by Zuo Baixuan’s response. Her eyes half-closed, she thought about it; buying a newspaper page to declare to the world seemed quite interesting: “Understood, I’ll try that next time.”

Hearing Luan Yenan’s deliberate reply, Zuo Baixuan rolled her eyes.

Such behavior was more like the old “Luan Yenan” but definitely not something the current her would do.

At this thought, Zuo Baixuan suddenly paused for a moment.

She had already subconsciously treated the previous “Luan Yenan” and the one before her as two different people.

The concentration of vodka in the air was still rising.

It kept pouring out from Luan Yenan’s glands, but it felt completely different from the estrus period.

The presence of these pheromones pulled Zuo Baixuan back to reality.

Zuo Baixuan stood beside Luan Yenan and removed the now ineffective suppressant patch from the back of her neck.

The red, swollen gland looked like a ferocious beast emerging from the depths of the ocean, something she had never seen before.

“I still think it’s better to go to the hospital. Your gland doesn’t look normal.”

Luan Yenan had a rough idea of her gland’s condition from how her body felt. She shook her head slightly, leaning against the dressing table, lifting her eyelids to glance at the door. Someone’s shadow flickered past the crack under the door.

Luan Yenan reached out and pulled Zuo Baixuan into her arms.

“Ah!” Zuo Baixuan was caught off guard and startled.

If it weren’t for the vodka scent in the air showing no signs of aggression, she would have slapped Luan Yenan right then to prevent her from suddenly losing control.

“There’s someone outside.” Luan Yenan’s voice floated lightly past Zuo Baixuan’s ear.

Zuo Baixuan immediately turned to look.

Someone outside?

Indeed, a shadow flickered past the crack under the door, likely having heard Zuo Baixuan’s startled cry from inside the room. Too embarrassed to disturb, they simply left.

It was easy to imagine what that startled cry would be interpreted as by those outside.

A newlywed young couple, the alpha having just released pheromones, the two alone in the room, and the omega letting out a startled cry.

The answer was obvious!

Who would have thought the two were simply checking the gland’s condition, worried about whether the pheromones would affect Luan Yenan’s body?

“You’re getting more and more comfortable using me.” Zuo Baixuan said, blushing with embarrassment.

Luan Yenan continued to hold Zuo Baixuan, sitting her on her lap, leaning lightly on Zuo Baixuan’s shoulder like a comfortable human pillow: “This makes me feel better.”

Weak and exhausted, Luan Yenan’s voice was low and hoarse, like a murmur in a half-dream state.

Zuo Baixuan’s anger dissipated.

But as soon as she relaxed, she felt the suppressant patch on the back of her neck being torn off.

Zuo Baixuan pressed her hands against Luan Yenan’s shoulders but didn’t dare to use force, only asking in shy annoyance: “What are you doing?!”

Luan Yenan gently pressed Zuo Baixuan’s hand on her shoulder.

Her cold, weak hand trembled slightly.

“Your suppressant patch is almost ineffective too. Let’s put on new ones together later.”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking. Are you feeling very unwell? Can… my pheromones make you feel better?” Zuo Baixuan sensed that Luan Yenan’s body was cold, as if she might faint again, and she held Luan Yenan’s hand in return.

What Zuo Baixuan said was true, but Luan Yenan, leaning on Zuo Baixuan’s smooth shoulder, laughed softly.

“What’s wrong with you? Laughing without saying anything. Are you already starting to get confused?” Zuo Baixuan hugged her tightly, locking her in place, afraid she might fall.

But Luan Yenan still didn’t speak, quietly accepting Zuo Baixuan’s kindness.

She didn’t point out Zuo Baixuan’s unusual behavior.

Perhaps Zuo Baixuan hadn’t even noticed that her subconscious was increasingly finding excuses for Luan Yenan’s actions.

Luan Yenan turned her head to look at the dressing mirror.

In the mirror, the two were bathed in the soft orange-red light of the setting sun streaming through the window.

The “night” themed and “white” themed dresses they wore blended together under the orange-red sunlight, their boundaries softened, merging into one.

Luan Yenan breathed in the vanilla scent in the air, gradually calming down, as if coexisting with this fragrance. Soothed by the vanilla, the chaos within her body slowly became more manageable.

In the orange-red scene, Luan Yenan also found herself becoming unusually gentle.

She even tried to put on a stern face in the mirror but failed, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, unable to summon any sharpness.

She wasn’t sure if it was due to her physical weakness or an internal change.

In the end, she gave up on the unnecessary sharpness, wrapping her arms tightly around Zuo Baixuan, releasing her vulnerability, seeking a comfortable position.

The muscles in Zuo Baixuan’s body stiffened slightly.

But sensing that Luan Yenan wasn’t moving recklessly, she gradually relaxed.

Time flowed slowly in the room.

They were quiet, like breathing statues, peacefully coexisting, harmonious and well-matched.

…

Downstairs, the few people who saw the young maid sent by Luan Muyin to help come down from the second floor with a flushed face could roughly guess what had happened.

Luan Muyin scratched the white hair at her temples, somewhat embarrassed: “It seems Yenan’s condition isn’t great. Let Baixuan take care of her upstairs for a while longer. The kitchen can start preparing dinner, and we’ll chat while we eat.”

Luan Lizheng glanced at the second floor, snorted lightly, but didn’t say anything more.

When dinner was ready and Luan Muyin sent someone to call them down from the second floor, Luan Lizheng finally spoke again, addressing Wen Fenghua and Wen Qing: “Yecha wouldn’t do something so rude. He’ll be back soon, and I plan to throw him a welcome-home banquet. I’d like to invite you both. You can meet him then.”

“Of course, we’ll attend the banquet. Yecha’s return is a good thing, contributing to the country’s development and helping the family.” Wen Fenghua’s words were carefully chosen to avoid discomfort, but his tone clearly conveyed refusal.

Luan Lizheng looked at Wen Qing.

The gentle Wen Qing glanced at the second floor, then said to Luan Lizheng: “Thank you for the kind offer, Grandpa Luan, but I don’t think I can make room for anyone else in my heart right now.”

Luan Lizheng’s eyebrows shot up.

He didn’t even need to look at the second floor.

Just seeing Pepper, who had been sitting at the foot of the stairs, suddenly stand up and start wagging its tail furiously, he knew Luan Yenan was coming down.

Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan had already tidied themselves up. Luan Yenan’s hand was symbolically wrapped in gauze, and both had new suppressant patches on the back of their necks. They had sprayed enough suppressant to prevent any pheromones from leaking out.

But the smell of the suppressant was noticeable to everyone, who tried their best to keep straight faces to avoid an awkward situation.

Luan Lizheng let out a few grunts from his throat, his expression changing several times as he looked at Luan Yenan.

This brat, as an alpha, does have some skills. She has a wife and can still enchant other omegas.

But then he remembered that Luan Yenan couldn’t mark, and his anger flared up again.

Among the three unfilial acts, having no descendants is the greatest.

If she can’t continue the family line, what use is she, even as a rare alpha? She’s still just a waste.

During dinner, Luan Lizheng’s thoughts churned endlessly, but he never showed a pleasant expression.

However, after being humbled by Luan Yenan once, he ultimately didn’t openly confront her. Halfway through dinner, he excused himself, claiming jet lag and tiredness, leaving without giving face.

Wen Fenghua and Wen Qing had arrived in Luan Lizheng’s car, so they had no choice but to leave with him.

Before leaving, Wen Fenghua gave Luan Muyin a helpless look.

Luan Muyin followed his gaze to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing’s eyes lingered on Luan Yenan until she stepped out the door and was cut off by the closing door.

Luan Yenan, however, pretended not to notice anything unusual, merely giving a polite wave goodbye, her attention focused on Zuo Baixuan.

Luan Lizheng and the guests leaving early was a great relief for the villa’s staff, who moved with noticeably lighter steps.

Only Luan Muyin wore a worried expression.

As Luan Yenan served dishes to Zuo Baixuan and Luan Xing, she reminded Luan Muyin: “Mom, if you don’t eat soon, the food will get cold. It’s not like you’ve lost your appetite just because Grandpa left, right?”

“Not everyone is as heartless as you.” Luan Muyin gave Luan Yenan a deep look, considering her recent changes, and decided to share her thoughts for them to ponder together. “Your cousin is coming back, and your grandfather is planning a grand banquet for him. Is there anything you need to prepare?”

Luan Yenan thought for a moment, then looked at Zuo Baixuan: “Wife, I think we should have the dressmakers work overtime. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing not to have nice dresses to wear.”

Seeing Luan Yenan missing the point, Luan Muyin felt frustrated again: “Your cousin’s return won’t just be about clothes if he wants to embarrass you!”

“Wife, do you know how to dance?” Luan Yenan asked Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan shook her head, glancing at Luan Muyin and then at Luan Yenan. She understood Luan Muyin’s concerns, so why didn’t Luan Yenan? Yet she always answered off-topic.

“Then let’s practice a dance during this time to wow them.” Luan Yenan continued with irrelevant topics.

“Dance? Are you sure we won’t embarrass ourselves? I don’t know how to dance at all.”

“That’s why we need to practice.”

“Can we not?” Zuo Baixuan was completely led astray by Luan Yenan’s topic-changing tactics.

Luan Xing, watching the young couple’s indifference to their grandfather’s plans, couldn’t help but laugh.

Luan Muyin sighed softly, not as carefree as Luan Xing, and had to be the bad guy, breaking the pleasant atmosphere between the young couple to remind them: “Yenan, I’m serious. Given the way you stood up to your grandfather today, he’s likely to hold a grudge.”

Luan Yenan wasn’t too concerned, removing the gauze from her hand and picking up her soup, drinking it without a word.

Luan Muyin could see Luan Yenan’s indifference and added: “You’ve offended him, and he’ll seek revenge. He also wants to make a big splash for Yecha’s return, and you’re somewhat famous in the capital’s circles. Given these events, he might target the weak points of your startup, aiming to crush your entrepreneurial hopes to create a big sensation for your cousin’s welcome.”

Luan Yenan finished her last sip of soup and looked up at Luan Muyin.

“He’ll nip your ‘useless efforts’ in the bud. He has the power to do so. Even if you’ve partnered with the Luo family, he’ll find a way. I’m serious.” Luan Muyin spoke from painful experience, the scars left in her heart.

Sacrificing a child’s hopes to make them obedient was Luan Lizheng’s usual tactic.

Luan Muyin had been subjected to this by Luan Lizheng since childhood. Despite being provided with all resources for her upbringing, she had no freedom.

So she was well aware of how she would be treated if she didn’t follow Luan Lizheng’s wishes.

“Okay, Mom, don’t worry, I’ll pay attention to these things. I’ll also inform Luo Yun.” Luan Yenan replied, even taking out her phone in front of Luan Muyin to notify Luo Yun via voice message.

About Luan Lizheng’s return to the country, and about the strange behavior Luan Lizheng exhibited after learning about their project.

Although Luan Yenan’s state was odd, her attitude was correct, and she even reminded Luo Yun to be careful. Seeing this, Luan Muyin didn’t say much more and temporarily set her mind at ease.

Actually, putting other things aside.

She wasn’t as worried as before.

Her previous understanding of Luan Yenan was still stuck in the past, where she had to rely on connections to get her diploma.

If Luan Yecha returned and took over “Frontend” there would naturally be no place for Luan Yenan, making her future life difficult.

But now, Luan Yenan had become a guest professor at Jing City University and was involved in a technical project like “Blockcoin.” Just looking at the code, one could tell how complex it was.

Since she had such capabilities, making a living with these skills in the future wouldn’t be a problem, so there was no need to worry anymore.

Luan Xing didn’t concern herself with these work matters, focusing more on daily life. She looked at the young couple and asked with a smile, “Are you two staying overnight tonight? I’ve already had someone tidy up your room.”

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan.

Luan Xing’s eyes were filled with sincere and friendly anticipation, making it hard for Zuo Baixuan to refuse.

She hesitated for only two seconds before nodding, “If it’s not too much trouble for you.”

“Baixuan, why are you being so polite again? We’re all family; there’s no trouble at all. If the Wen father and daughter wanted to stay overnight today, preparing two guest rooms for them would be a hassle.” Luan Muyin specifically brought up the Wen family to make her stance clear.

Even if Luan Lizheng or Wen Fenghua had any intentions of arranging a marriage involving Luan Yenan, she would not agree.

She no longer wanted to be an accomplice in arranged marriages.

Luan Yenan cut off any further discussion on the topic and took Zuo Baixuan’s hand: “We’ve eaten enough, shall we go walk the dog?”

“Woof!” Pepper reacted faster than anyone, cleverly fetching his leash and placing it beside Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan was defeated by Pepper’s wit and laughed: “You little rascal, how can I refuse you like this?”

“So you like this type, the kind that acts first and asks for permission later?” Luan Yenan leaned close to Zuo Baixuan, picking up the leash to put it on Pepper’s head.

Zuo Baixuan poked Luan Yenan’s cheek: “Don’t think about acting first and asking later. Pepper is cute enough, but you’re not.”

“But I’m not?” Luan Yenan tilted her head.

Without any change in expression or tone, she simply repeated Zuo Baixuan’s last four words in a questioning manner. Yet, Zuo Baixuan felt as if she had wavered.

“Yes, not! Not cute enough, so not allowed.” Zuo Baixuan avoided Luan Yenan’s gaze, grabbed the leash, and stood up.

Then she met the teasing glances of the two mothers, feeling quite embarrassed, she greeted them and walked out.

Luan Yenan also stood up.

“Don’t bully Baixuan!” Luan Muyin said.

Luan Yenan shrugged helplessly: “Mom, you really have no principles, who’s bullying whom here?”

“Alright, alright, stop bickering, go walk the dog.” Luan Xing smiled and pushed Luan Yenan away.

Luan Yenan followed Zuo Baixuan and couldn’t help but say: “Both moms are on your side.”

“They’re on my side to make me treat you well.” Zuo Baixuan was very clear-headed.

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan for a moment, then took the leash from her hand.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t fuss.

After leaving the villa, Zuo Baixuan looked around and seeing no one, she asked: “It seems the Wen family, or rather Wen Qing, wants to marry you, aren’t you tempted?”

“Why should I be tempted by her?” Luan Yenan’s gaze turned to a street lamp.

The shining street lamp in the night attracted many moths.

“If both the Wen and Luo families help, your project might not be easily shut down by your grandfather.” Zuo Baixuan seemed to be explaining the stakes to Luan Yenan, but her heart felt heavy. She attributed this heaviness to evaluating the stability of her future cooperation with Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan thought for a moment and replied: “Thinking that way, I should have Luo Yun marry Wen Qing instead.”

“Ah?” This answer surprised Zuo Baixuan.

Luan Yenan seriously took out her phone and sent a voice message to Luo Yun: “Luo Yun, our project would be much safer with the Wen family’s help, so are you interested in marrying Wen Qing?”

Luo Yun replied almost instantly.

“You’re crazy!”

“Got scolded.” Luan Yenan showed her phone to Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan actually found Luan Yenan somewhat cute at this moment.

Luan Yenan stopped under a flickering street lamp.

This lamp alone didn’t attract swarms of moths, but a butterfly lightly perched on the railing.

In the flickering light, she looked at Zuo Baixuan: “I am indeed sick. The doctor said we have a 95% match. As you’ve seen from recent events, I can only accept you.”

Zuo Baixuan’s heart fluttered in the flickering, uncertain light. She stared into Luan Yenan’s eyes.

Those dark eyes reflected a flickering, glowing version of herself.

“We only have a 95% match, you might find someone with a 100% match who is more suitable for you.”

“Won’t.”

“100% is greater than 95%.”

“Still won’t, I think 95% is just right, it’s just right for you.” Luan Yenan didn’t blink, her deep eyes seemed to want to swallow Zuo Baixuan whole.

If she were to act first and ask for permission later, it might not be unacceptable.

This dangerous thought flashed through Zuo Baixuan’s mind.

Zuo Baixuan blinked rapidly several times to drive this confusing thought out of her mind.

She grabbed the leash from Luan Yenan and walked forward: “Let’s hurry and walk the dog, how long are we going to stand here chatting?!”

Luan Yenan’s eyes narrowed slightly, she looked back at the street lamp.

Perhaps a surge of voltage stabilized the light, stopping the flickering.

The butterfly on the railing flew up and lightly landed on the lamp.

Perhaps, the earlier flickering was just to drive away the moths.

“Woof!” Pepper stopped to remind Luan Yenan to follow.

Luan Yenan saw the pair waiting for her ahead and slowly followed.

Walking the dog with her wife after dinner.

This scene, in her past life, she hadn’t even dreamed of.

But unexpectedly, it was somewhat interesting.

…

When they returned to the villa after walking the dog.

Luan Xing had already prepared pajamas for the two.

It was time to sleep in the same room again.

A sense of tension inevitably crept over Zuo Baixuan’s body.

Luan Xing didn’t notice anything unusual, just conveyed a message: “Go wash up and sleep early, Muyin said she’ll take you to the company tomorrow morning after breakfast to make an appearance.”

The pajamas were the same two sets as last time.

“Sure, I have nothing on tomorrow morning, how about you?” Luan Yenan placed her hand on the more conservative set, shook it, saw Zuo Baixuan’s expression change slightly, then smiled and switched back to the original nightgown.

Zuo Baixuan bit her lip, took the pajamas, and nodded: “I’m free too.”

“Then it’s settled, you two rest early.”

“Mom, can the lady who washed my hair last time come again? She’s really good at head massages, I’d like another session.” Luan Yenan said.

Zuo Baixuan was somewhat grateful for Luan Yenan’s possibly intentional retreat at this moment.

“Right! Muyin and I also call her when we have headaches, her skills are truly unmatched, should Baixuan try it too?” Luan Xing smiled and looked at Zuo Baixuan, extending an invitation.

“No need, I’ll just take a shower in the room.” Zuo Baixuan quickly declined.

Luan Yenan watched Zuo Baixuan, clutching her pajamas, flee upstairs, her eyes filled with amusement.

Luan Xing also found Zuo Baixuan’s hopping up the stairs adorable and couldn’t help but laugh, looking at Luan Yenan: “Baixuan is so easily shy, do you often bully her?”

Luan Yenan sighed: “Mom, why do you always say I bully her? You haven’t seen her bully me. I’m still thinking about how to get back at her.”

Luan Xing smiled deeply, although not entirely convinced by Luan Yenan’s explanation, she attributed it to the playful dynamics between the young couple and didn’t press further.

…

Zuo Baixuan, alone back in the room, quickly finished her preparations, got into bed, and wrapped herself in the blanket, gaining a sense of security.

Today wasn’t as terrifying as the thunderstorm that day, and her relationship with Luan Yenan wasn’t as tense as it was then.

The sense of security returned quickly, but her heartbeat still spoke of nervousness.

Click.

The door handle turned, and the door opened.

Thump, thump.

Zuo Baixuan heard her own heartbeat but tried to relax her body as much as possible to avoid being teased by Luan Yenan again.

Luan Yenan’s footsteps were even lighter than last time, and her breathing showed no fluctuations.

But the faint scent of vodka was detected by Zuo Baixuan.

Her sensitivity to Luan Yenan’s pheromones was becoming increasingly acute.

She could sense the vodka scent wafting through the air, predicting Luan Yenan’s movement onto the bed before the mattress even deformed.

But that was all.

Luan Yenan in bed was quiet, well-behaved, not speaking, not moving.

Zuo Baixuan slowly opened her eyes.

The room wasn’t completely dark; she could make out the outline of the table in front of her. If she turned around, she could also see Luan Yenan’s outline.

Zuo Baixuan pursed her lips.

For some reason, she felt compelled to test this theory and turned around.

Almost simultaneously, she heard the fluctuation of air currents.

Oh no!

Zuo Baixuan felt like a little rabbit jumping into a trap.

Facing her was a pair of enchanting eyes with a faint glow, not terrifying at all.

The owner of those eyes, Luan Yenan, indeed smiled.

Her eyes had always been more captivating than fox fire, staring at Zuo Baixuan’s back.

As she lay down, she thought, if sleep came before turning, she would sleep peacefully.

But now.

The little rabbit hopped over.

She also moved closer to the little rabbit.

Her eyelashes fluttered lightly and met resistance, it was Zuo Baixuan’s brow.

The distance between them was suffocatingly close.

But only Zuo Baixuan held her breath, while Luan Yenan openly breathed in the vanilla-scented air.

The vodka-laced breath intertwined with vanilla.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t dodge.

Luan Yenan didn’t hide her intentions either, reaching out to brush Zuo Baixuan’s cheek.

Although she wanted to act first and ask for permission later, she still gave Zuo Baixuan a forewarning.

Zuo Baixuan’s breathing became erratic, her exhalations turning into short, rapid breaths, clearly understanding the meaning behind this gesture.

Luan Yenan didn’t give her another chance to evade.

Leaning in, she delivered a kiss.

Unlike the kiss in front of everyone, unlike the kiss during unconsciousness.

Luan Yenan controlled her strength, gently pressing against the cool lips.

Their bodies gradually drew closer.

Even though Zuo Baixuan was wearing thick pajamas, it couldn’t stop the pulsating heartbeat from beneath the thin nightgown.

Their hearts seemed to enter a competition, vying to see whose beat was faster, stronger.

The bold contact of their tongues gradually became familiar, starting to develop a rhythm, starting to cooperate, starting to chase and catch up with each other.

Even to the point of comparing who was more skilled.

Inadvertently, the quiet room was filled with the soft sounds of swallowing and the gentle smacking of lips.

Who was it that thirsted, stealthily sipping nectar under the cover of night?

A nectar flavored with vanilla vodka, sweet, yet a drink only adults could savor.

The restlessness seemed to be soothed, yet also magnified.

Neither would let the other go, neither would leave the other’s side.

Huu– Taking advantage of a momentary pause for breath, Luan Yenan reached in.

However, Zuo Baixuan seized a sliver of rationality in that instant, halting Luan Yenan’s further advance before she could lose herself completely.

Luan Yenan’s ignited intent was checked, and she ran her hand over Zuo Baixuan’s back, sending a shiver through her.

The shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped down.

In its place, Luan Yenan used her teeth to nip lightly, leaving a row of bite marks, like a ceremonial imprint. After completing this, she withdrew her assault, making no further moves.

Zuo Baixuan did not pursue the matter, and Luan Yenan did not bring it up again.

As their breathing transitioned from rapid to calm, the room gradually quieted down. It was as if nothing had happened, as if they had returned to the state when Luan Yenan had just entered the room and Zuo Baixuan was still waiting quietly.

But both Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan were acutely aware of what had just transpired, everything that had occurred under their active consent, tacit approval, premeditation, or instinct.

Yet neither spoke another word of it.