Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 50

Luan Yenan carried Zuo Baixuan out of the hotel in full view of everyone. Even though they had already witnessed many unbelievable scenes tonight, the interaction between Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan still left everyone in shock.

But no one dared to approach, not even to offer help. They all silently watched as the two left.

The driver, who had been waiting at the entrance, quickly got out of the car to assist.

Luan Yenan, however, shook her head and personally helped Zuo Baixuan into the back seat of the car.

Once they were seated, the driver promptly started the car.

“Luan Yenan… Luan Yenan…” Zuo Baixuan softly called out.

“Hmm.” Luan Yenan responded casually, sitting beside her, indulging the drunken little white flower’s aimless calls. One hand held her by the waist, while the other gently guided her face to rest against her.

“Luan Yenan.” Zuo Baixuan’s head fell into Luan Yenan’s chest as she called out again.

This soft call even made the driver momentarily lose focus, but he managed to hold back, secretly stepping on the accelerator, eager to get the sweet couple home sooner.

Luan Yenan looked down at Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan’s bright eyes were fixed on her, not at all like someone who was drunk.

But this look on Zuo Baixuan indeed indicated she was intoxicated. Normally, even when acting, she preferred to play the role of someone shy and reserved, never this straightforward.

Luan Yenan could almost predict what Zuo Baixuan was about to say.

And sure enough, Zuo Baixuan spoke: “Luan Yenan, you’re so beautiful.”

Her seemingly clear eyes struggled to focus on Luan Yenan’s beauty. She reached up and lightly traced Luan Yenan’s nose, examining it as if truly captivated by her beauty, with no other thoughts.

Luan Yenan watched her with interest.

She had never seen Zuo Baixuan like this before, but she had a feeling.

The sober Zuo Baixuan was forcing herself to face something, while the drunk Zuo Baixuan was deliberately avoiding something.

But at least, she wasn’t avoiding me.

Luan Yenan thought as she held Zuo Baixuan’s hand, which was playfully touching her face.

Her hand was cold, just like in the banquet hall, carrying a hint of panic.

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan. They were close enough to see every fine hair on each other’s faces. She mimicked Zuo Baixuan’s earlier action, tracing down the bridge of her nose and then to her cheek.

The smooth touch, the delicate skin, her fingertips gliding over the surface like on a milk pudding.

Zuo Baixuan’s eyes reflected the myriad lights outside, making it hard to discern what she was thinking, only a fleeting sadness passed through.

Luan Yenan caught that subtle change in emotion, guessing it might be the source of Zuo Baixuan’s unusual behavior tonight, and softly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Zuo Baixuan, with her hand held and her face caressed, stared at Luan Yenan and gently shook her head: “Nothing, just a bit tired, want to go home.”

More than tired, she seemed exhausted.

Her eyes were wide open but somewhat vacant.

Luan Yenan pressed her hand over Zuo Baixuan’s eyes: “It’ll be a while before we get there, you can rest first.”

Zuo Baixuan’s eyelashes brushed against Luan Yenan’s palm and fingers, and she laughed softly: “What’s wrong? Usually, it’s you watching me. You can watch me, but when I watch you for a bit, you can’t handle it?”

Luan Yenan watched Zuo Baixuan’s lips part and close, then moved her hand to pinch Zuo Baixuan’s earlobe.

The earlobe gradually turned red under the gentle pinch.

“You can look, only you can look, for as long as you want.” Luan Yenan said, applying a bit more pressure.

The two engaged in a light dance in the back seat.

Zuo Baixuan turned over with the force of Luan Yenan’s hand, her white skirt intertwining with Luan Yenan’s black one.

Their legs brushed against each other under the skirts.

Zuo Baixuan lay on her side on the back seat, facing Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan leaned in, completing the final dance move, pressing close to Zuo Baixuan’s neck, as if returning the last move of Zuo Baixuan’s dance from earlier in the evening.

“Can you see more clearly now?” Her breath brushed against Zuo Baixuan’s neck, her lips almost touching her skin.

Zuo Baixuan shivered slightly, feeling a chill, the tingling sensation not just on her neck but spreading like an electric current throughout her body.

She instinctively grabbed Luan Yenan’s dress.

The smooth fabric of the dress and the smooth skin were indistinguishable for a moment.

The chill on her neck was fleeting.

Luan Yenan lifted her head, sensing Zuo Baixuan’s reaction, and looked down at her.

The light from outside reflected on their faces, slowly shifting in a dazzling display.

The atmosphere in the back seat became strange.

Zuo Baixuan’s gaze uncontrollably fell, landing on her own hand, touching the strange sensation at her fingertips.

Luan Yenan let out a low hum, her breath changing abruptly, reaching Zuo Baixuan’s ears.

Luan Yenan’s expression changed in a way Zuo Baixuan had never seen before.

It carried an amused smile, yet also a hint of aggression.

The hand cradling Zuo Baixuan’s head moved slightly, fingers threading through her hair.

Everything seemed to be leading naturally to something about to happen.

Only then did Zuo Baixuan somewhat realize where her panicked hand had wandered, sobering up a bit.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to…”

Luan Yenan’s smile didn’t fade; instead, it blossomed: “Why are you panicking? Every time, it’s me who ends up at a disadvantage, yet you act like you’re the one being wronged.”

Zuo Baixuan lightly bit her lip.

She couldn’t deny it.

Several times, it had been her who initiated the advances, and Luan Yenan merely responded.

But this person was not to be trifled with; once provoked, her responses only grew more intense.

After all, she was the mad beauty.

Zuo Baixuan withdrew her hand, unable to retract her gaze in time, her voice filled with guilt and panic: “Ah Nan, the driver… the driver is still here.”

The driver at this moment wished he could disappear under the car, every second in the vehicle was torture.

Luan Yenan calmly helped Zuo Baixuan sit up straight, as if letting her off just like that.

Zuo Baixuan cautiously glanced up at Luan Yenan.

She saw Luan Yenan’s eyes filled with laughter, looking back at her: “Then we’ll wait until the driver isn’t here?”

Again, their eyes met, causing Zuo Baixuan to tighten her hands and quickly look forward.

Seeing the driver showed no reaction, but she still felt deeply embarrassed.

Luan Yenan, noticing the re-emergence of timidity in Zuo Baixuan’s eyes, thought, has she sobered up?

I really want to pour her a few more drinks; the drunken little white flower is too amusing.

Zuo Baixuan, no longer needing to meet Luan Yenan’s gaze, could already visualize the smiling look in Luan Yenan’s eyes in her mind, as it was all too familiar.

Jiang Lingdan had told her many times: “Tsk tsk, I think Luan Yenan definitely likes you. She’s always cold to others, but when she sees you, her smile is as if it’s free. Even if it’s acting, it’s too much, I don’t believe it.”

Whether you believe it or not, smiles aren’t supposed to cost anything, right?

I wouldn’t withhold my smiles from her either.

Zuo Baixuan sneaked another glance.

Luan Yenan was looking forward, the light and shadow making her profile even more distinct. Without a smile, even with a lazy gaze, she exuded an aura.

It was indeed different from the way she looked at her.

Zuo Baixuan’s mind began to wander again, her gaze fixed on Luan Yenan’s profile, swaying slightly.

Do you know you have this different way of looking at me?

Luan Yenan’s lips parted slightly.

I know.

?!

Zuo Baixuan shook her head.

No, what Luan Yenan just said must have been: ‘We’re here.’

“We’re here.” Zuo Baixuan repeated, leaning on Luan Yenan’s arm, looking out the window at the tall buildings outside. They had already stopped at the foot of their apartment complex.

Luan Yenan helped Zuo Baixuan out of the car, once again declining the driver’s offer to assist. She held Zuo Baixuan by the waist and walked toward the building.

Zuo Baixuan’s steps were steady, but her body was soft and boneless, leaning against Luan Yenan’s arm like a beautiful morning glory vine wrapped around a wooden fence.

“Where… are we?” The alcohol still lingering in Zuo Baixuan’s system began to take effect again.

Luan Yenan found it amusing and replied, “We’re home.”

“Home.” Zuo Baixuan murmured in a daze, looking around before nodding lightly. “Home.”

Seeing her in this confused state, Luan Yenan pinched her cheek as they entered the elevator and said, “You’re not allowed to drink when I’m not around. If you get drunk, you might get sold off without even knowing it.”

“How could I not know? You’re taking me home. If it were anywhere else, I’d definitely resist. Besides, I wouldn’t have drunk if it weren’t for you.” Zuo Baixuan retorted, suddenly sounding quite sober, her words flowing smoothly.

Luan Yenan couldn’t help but laugh, though she also wanted to do something else.

She pinched Zuo Baixuan’s clever little mouth and stared at her for a while. Finally, as the elevator arrived, she let out a soft sigh.

“I’m not taking you anywhere else, we’re home. Change your clothes later and take a shower. Can you manage on your own?” Luan Yenan opened the apartment door while glancing at Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan, who had seemed weak and limp just moments ago, now wobbled and pushed Luan Yenan away, leaning against the wall behind her. She covered her chest with her hands.

Luan Yenan watched her and grabbed her wrist.

“Is this what you call resisting?”

With a gentle tug, Zuo Baixuan stumbled back into Luan Yenan’s arms, not daring to push or pull away. She could only let out a soft whimper, “I want to change my clothes myself.”

Luan Yenan listened to Zuo Baixuan’s words, which weren’t deliberately coquettish, but her voice was soft and sweet, making Luan Yenan’s heart itch.

It took her a while to suppress the thoughts in her mind. She let go of Zuo Baixuan’s hand and bent down to remove both of their high heels.

“Ticklish.” Zuo Baixuan murmured as Luan Yenan held her ankle, her toes curling.

Luan Yenan’s gaze lifted, tracing over the taut arch of Zuo Baixuan’s foot, up her smooth calf, past the hem of her skirt, and finally landing on Zuo Baixuan’s face, where she was biting her lip.

After a moment, Luan Yenan looked away, stood up, and scooped Zuo Baixuan into her arms.

“Ah!” The white butterfly let out a startled cry as she was lifted into the air. Zuo Baixuan, caught off guard, clung to Luan Yenan’s neck in fear.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already sitting properly in the room.

Luan Yenan turned on the lights. “Sit here for now. If you can change your clothes yourself, go ahead. If not, wait for me to come help you.”

Zuo Baixuan nodded obediently, her hands resting on her knees.

Luan Yenan’s gaze deepened. She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to calmly walk out of the room. She laughed at herself, wondering why she hadn’t just gotten drunk too. Staying overly rational at a time like this was torture.

The little dessert of the night was right in front of her, but Luan Yenan ultimately walked back to her own room.

As she removed her heavy formal dress and changed into a lightweight silk nightgown, she muttered to herself, “If the little white flower keeps acting like this, I might really have to eat her.”

Knock, knock, knock—

The door, which wasn’t locked, was knocked on.

There wouldn’t be a third person in this apartment.

She hadn’t expected Zuo Baixuan to come knocking on her door. She must have sobered up by now.

I wonder if she has a tendency to black out after drinking. It’s a shame I didn’t actually record everything that happened earlier.

Luan Yenan smiled and opened the door.

Zuo Baixuan stood outside, looking utterly exhausted, her shoulders slumped. Because of their height difference, she had to tilt her head up at a 45-degree angle.

Her peach-blossom eyes were tinged with red, her face full of grievance.

Luan Yenan instinctively covered the back of her neck.

But there was no change there.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla, but Luan Yenan’s pheromones remained calm and controlled due to the medication. The sudden surge of possessiveness she felt didn’t come from her glands but from deep within her heart.

Luan Yenan’s voice lowered, trying to compose herself with a cold tone: “What’s wrong?”

Hearing Luan Yenan’s indifferent tone, Zuo Baixuan felt even more grievance. She took two steps forward and threw herself at Luan Yenan, her hands clutching the silk nightgown, wrinkling the fabric.

Caught off guard, Luan Yenan took a few steps back.

Her hands hung in the air.

She looked at her slender fingers, unsure if she had the ability to control herself, but acting on instinct probably wouldn’t hurt.

But then Zuo Baixuan in her arms suddenly spoke: “Sister.”

The word “sister” made Luan Yenan’s hovering hands immediately press against Zuo Baixuan’s body.

Zuo Baixuan continued, “I can’t take off my dress, the zipper is too hard to pull.”

Her tone was full of grievance, with none of her usual strength.

She sounded like a spoiled little girl who had put on a beautiful dress for the first time, shown it off, and now wanted to take it off but found it beyond her ability.

Her breath carried a soft whimper.

Luan Yenan’s hands pressed harder against Zuo Baixuan’s body. After a while, she finally laughed.

This little sister was too adorable.

“You’re laughing at me.” Zuo Baixuan said, sounding even more aggrieved upon hearing Luan Yenan’s unrestrained laughter.

But Luan Yenan pinched the hidden zipper at the back of the dress and pulled it down. “I’m not laughing at you. Sister will help you take off your dress.”

Zuo Baixuan felt the dress loosen and let out a sigh of relief, taking a step back. “No, sister just unzipped it. I’ll take it off myself.”

Just as Luan Yenan thought Zuo Baixuan would leave like that, she was surprised when Zuo Baixuan’s hands let go of her and immediately slipped out of the dress.

The long formal dress, with its own weight, fell to the ground as soon as the shoulders were free, exposing Zuo Baixuan’s fair skin to the air.

Luan Yenan’s breath hitched.

“You… really are drunk.” Luan Yenan said with certainty.

The scent of vanilla in the air became uncontrollable.

Zuo Baixuan had seized the initiative, watching Luan Yenan struggle to maintain her composure. It seemed like she had won back a round, and with satisfaction, she tried to step closer to Luan Yenan. However, the dress still tangled around her legs tripped her up, causing her to fall back into Luan Yenan’s arms.

With no firm grip on the smooth surface, Luan Yenan could only barely manage to hold her. The two of them tumbled backward.

Fortunately, the high-quality mattress absorbed their weight, cushioning their fall.

Thump, thump, thump.

Luan Yenan’s heart was racing.

In this chaotic state, she couldn’t guarantee she could control anything.

The rhythmic pounding echoed against Zuo Baixuan’s face.

Zuo Baixuan looked up and smiled, “Did I win this time?”

Luan Yenan looked down at her, suppressing the turmoil in her eyes and heart, and asked in a low voice, “What do you want to win?”

Zuo Baixuan felt Luan Yenan’s heartbeat, saw the look in her eyes, heard her husky voice, and felt her erratic breath blowing her bangs upward.

Zuo Baixuan pushed herself up, facing Luan Yenan directly, a triumphant smile on her face as her gaze wandered over Luan Yenan’s face.

It felt as though she had cleverly taken control of Luan Yenan, rather than the other way around. She leaned in and kissed Luan Yenan lightly.

Luan Yenan’s breath hitched, but she had anticipated this. She closed her eyes and accepted Zuo Baixuan’s initiative.

But it wasn’t enough. Without hesitation, she flipped their positions.

Zuo Baixuan’s body went weightless as she sank into the softness of the mattress.

The sudden reversal left her stunned.

She had been the one to take the initiative, so how had it ended up like this?

Luan Yenan’s movements were quick and assertive, but when the kiss landed, it was still gentle.

So gentle that it drained all the strength from Zuo Baixuan.

The vodka that had been absent in the air now surged in their mouths.

Already drunk, Zuo Baixuan felt as though she had been given another shot of strong liquor.

Her hands clenched at Luan Yenan’s pajamas, pulling at them, and a soft moan escaped her throat uncontrollably.

Luan Yenan paused, kissing Zuo Baixuan’s cheek lightly to give her a moment to catch her breath.

She then looked up at Zuo Baixuan, whose eyes were now misty with tears.

Luan Yenan had accepted Zuo Baixuan’s repeated provocations and was no longer willing to let her go.

But she still gave her a hundred chances to escape.

Zuo Baixuan stared fixedly, her mind foggy but certain that the sensation she had just felt was incredibly pleasurable.

All her unease, sadness, and emptiness had been filled by Luan Yenan. It seemed she didn’t want to stop.

Her gaze fell on the mole on Luan Yenan’s collarbone, and she kissed it again.

Yes, Luan Yenan had given her a hundred chances to run away.

But she chose to fight back, repeatedly testing the boundaries of this Party A.

Luan Yenan’s eyes shimmered with emotion. She lifted Zuo Baixuan, sat on the edge of the bed, and placed Zuo Baixuan in her lap, facing her.

Zuo Baixuan’s neck tingled, and she instinctively raised her shoulders and lowered her head. She caught a glimpse of Luan Yenan’s sly, mesmerizing eyes and the triumphant smile before her lips were captured in a kiss.

Her breath was instantly stolen.

It was just as domineering as before, leaving no room for resistance.

But it was still gentle.

Even in the deep kiss, Luan Yenan left her room to breathe.

Only when Zuo Baixuan’s muscles relaxed completely did Luan Yenan take it further, laying her back down on the soft bedding and covering her cool back.

Zuo Baixuan’s heart ached slightly.

Why was it that the tenderness she received in this world came from Luan Yenan?

Why did she, like a love-starved child, fall deeper and deeper into this?

But…

But…

Zuo Baixuan clung tightly to Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan had no experience, only instinct. She could act decisively in everything, but when it came to intimacy, she was a bit clumsy. She could only guide Zuo Baixuan under the covers, trying to be slow and gentle. But after a kiss, she tasted saltiness.

She looked up.

Zuo Baixuan’s tear-filled eyes were indeed shedding tears.

Her expression wasn’t one of pleasure but of genuine sorrow.

The impulsiveness brought on by alcohol and deep-seated desires was instantly overshadowed by heartache. Just seeing Zuo Baixuan like this made Luan Yenan’s heart melt.

She reached out to wipe Zuo Baixuan’s cheek, her voice hoarse, “Did I hurt you?”

Zuo Baixuan shook her head and turned her face away.

Tears fell onto the pillow.

Luan Yenan gritted her teeth lightly, her excitement dampened.

She couldn’t bring herself to act when Zuo Baixuan wasn’t in the mood.

She just wanted to retreat from under the covers, give the drunk Zuo Baixuan some warm water, and drink some cold water herself to calm down.

But as soon as Luan Yenan tried to move away, Zuo Baixuan clung to her like a hug pillow.

Like a stiff hug pillow.

Luan Yenan was pulled back under the covers, utterly confused about the situation.

Perhaps she was drunk too, her mind a tangled mess.

She shouldn’t have been so impulsive, breaking the Party A and Party B dynamic. Or perhaps she shouldn’t have been so gentle, letting things reach this point.

But she also knew that neither option would have left her feeling at ease.

A lump of emotion gathered in her chest, neither able to be expelled nor suppressed.

She could only comply with Zuo Baixuan’s pull, lying down and holding her tightly.

Zuo Baixuan tilted her head up, letting out a soft sob, and whispered in Luan Yenan’s ear, “My mom passed away when I was little, so I haven’t had a home since then.”

Luan Yenan’s grip loosened slightly.

All her frustration vanished.

Luan Yenan sighed softly, reaching up to gently tousle Zuo Baixuan’s hair.

The hairstyle that had been ruined during their earlier intense back-and-forth was now even more disheveled.

Luan Yenan carefully removed the hairpins from Zuo Baixuan’s hair, recalling her own past.

No wonder she had felt an instant connection to this little white flower when they first met.

It turned out their childhood experiences were similar.

Luan Yenan didn’t say anything like “this will be your home from now on.” Instead, she spoke slowly, “Maybe your mom just left a step ahead, wanting to prepare a home for you in the next life. If you live well in this life, she’ll be satisfied.”

She felt Zuo Baixuan’s body tremble slightly, clearly moved by her words, and another soft sob escaped.

Luan Yenan held Zuo Baixuan with one arm while placing the hairpins on the nightstand with the other. She then played some soft music on her phone, hoping to soothe her.

Zuo Baixuan’s tears didn’t stop.

Luan Yenan tried to distract her, “I’ll tell you a secret too, Luan Xing is my biological mother.”

A reminder from the gland at the back of her neck, which had been suppressed, now protested more fiercely, attacking Luan Yenan’s body.

The pain made Luan Yenan frown, and she let out a soft groan as she gripped the bedsheet.

But at that moment, Zuo Baixuan suddenly stopped crying and looked up at her, as if waiting for some juicy gossip from a wealthy family.

This made Luan Yenan ignore the pain and laugh. She used the blanket to wipe Zuo Baixuan’s tears, masking her weakness with a lazy tone, “You little crybaby, if you keep crying, you won’t be pretty anymore. Why did I even choose you as my subordinate?”

Zuo Baixuan nuzzled into the blanket, her voice soft, “I don’t know why you chose me either, I’ve never understood.”

Luan Yenan thought, maybe it was fate. You’re the prize I wanted to win from fate’s hands.

But she couldn’t say that out loud.

If she did, Zuo Baixuan would probably judge it as some kind of disgusting and twisted sense of humor.

Zuo Baixuan, seeing the tenderness in Luan Yenan’s eyes, suddenly asked, “What happened in my childhood always makes me wonder if anyone in this world could ever love me. What do you think?”

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan but didn’t speak. However, her eyes conveyed more than enough.

Zuo Baixuan couldn’t handle the intensity of that gaze, but at the same time, she liked it. She leaned in closer, “Luan Yenan, do you like me?”

She wanted to know the answer, but at the same time, she didn’t.

Zuo Baixuan quickly added, “No, I doubt someone like you even knows what liking someone means.”

“For example, right now, I feel heartache for you. I think that’s what liking someone is.” Luan Yenan said, her pain slightly easing as she pinched Zuo Baixuan’s cheek to stop her from saying more slanderous words.

“Heartache? If heartache counts as liking someone… then I feel heartache too when I see that sad look in your eyes.” Zuo Baixuan’s face flushed slightly, but she thoughtfully shifted the topic.

Luan Yenan was also taken aback, “When?”

“At home, when you saw mommy.” Zuo Baixuan answered without hesitation.

Luan Yenan fell silent for a moment, a chord in her heart struck once again. She melted into the beautiful piano music playing in the background and then smiled, “You’re doomed, you like me too.”

It was as if she had declared an unchangeable truth.