Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 70

The phrase ‘behavior changes after drinking’ is not precise, but it’s true that self-control weakens after drinking.

Luan Yenan is very clear about what’s on her mind.

Just seeing Zuo Baixuan glowing under the moonlight, just seeing her radiant under the fireworks, she can’t suppress the thoughts in her heart, they stir restlessly.

Luan Yenan sits in the study, looking up at the ceiling light, pinching the bridge of her nose, and takes a sip of water.

As soon as she returned to the hotel, she took a shower in the living room bathroom, and then shut herself in the study before Zuo Baixuan could come out.

Physical isolation is the most reliable.

She’ll spend the night in the study, and once she sends Zuo Baixuan away early tomorrow morning, there will be no more worries.

Luan Yenan shakes her head at the computer, touches the back of her neck, the barrier patch is intact.

The only good news recently about her gland is that her control over pheromones is getting stronger.

The medical-grade strong barrier patch she bought at the hospital in the morning, combined with her own control over pheromones, will prevent any accidental harm to Zuo Baixuan.

Luan Yenan drinks the water in the cup in one gulp and immerses herself in work.

It was nearly one o’clock when she returned, and after casually handling a couple of files, it’s time to sleep.

Luan Yenan closes the computer.

She spreads the blanket from the study cabinet onto the sofa, then turns off the light.

She sits on the sofa, holding her phone, finally confirming Zuo Baixuan’s flight information and setting the alarm for the next morning.

Outside the study window, the dazzling night scene lights of the city penetrate, hinting that the city’s nightlife is just beginning.

Luan Yenan lies down, blocking out all the dazzling lights, but can’t escape the moonlight, the bright light makes it hard for her to sleep, but she doesn’t want to close the curtains, just turns over irritably.

Feeling uncomfortable lying on her side, she switches back to lying on her back.

She stares at the full moon in the sky for a while, entering a state of emptiness.

Knock knock knock—

The door is knocked.

“Are you asleep?” Zuo Baixuan’s voice comes from outside the room.

Luan Yenan stands up and walks to the door.

Actually, not answering would be fine at this moment.

They are separated by a door.

But as long as she doesn’t answer, doesn’t open the door, today will be over.

Click.

Luan Yenan’s hand opens the door before her brain can react.

She looks at Zuo Baixuan in front of her, wearing a nightgown, standing in the dim light, only the light from outside the window shines in from behind, crossing Luan Yenan’s shoulders and casting a misty layer of grievance on Zuo Baixuan’s face.

Those peach blossom eyes are shimmering with tears.

The crystal-clear grievance is all received by Luan Yenan, who wants to reach out but restrains herself.

Zuo Baixuan, however, can’t hold back, her glossy lips part slightly: “I’m going back to the country tomorrow, don’t you want to see me more?”

Hearing Zuo Baixuan ask this, Luan Yenan feels it’s somewhat cruel, cruel to herself.

But she can only lightly hold Zuo Baixuan’s face: “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

Luan Yenan doesn’t know how these words, which seem like something you’d say to comfort a child, popped out of her mouth.

Zuo Baixuan blinks, feeling the warmth on her face, hearing Luan Yenan’s concern, the feeling of grievance in her chest dissipates mostly.

She bites her lip, unable to find a more suitable reason for a while, she can only nod along with this excuse.

Luan Yenan finds it even more amusing, helps Zuo Baixuan tuck the stray hair behind her ear, and pats her head: “Why do you act like a child after drinking?”

“But what you did to me before wasn’t something you’d do to a child, sister.” Zuo Baixuan says softly, but takes a step closer to Luan Yenan.

“What did you call me?” Luan Yenan doesn’t dodge, just looks at her, from the lit position, standing under her own shadow, as if completely engulfed by her.

She suppresses her breath, her gaze fixed on Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan sees the familiar look, smiles: “What’s wrong, you’re older than me, is there a problem with me calling you sister?”

Luan Yenan reaches out and pinches Zuo Baixuan’s chin.

Before she can exert any force, Zuo Baixuan tilts her head up.

This little white flower, once she drinks, she knows to call her sister.

Luan Yenan feels that she has no resistance to this term of address… this term from the little white flower, it’s more aggressive than “Ah nan” or even “wife”, a private term that belongs only to the two of them.

Luan Yenan’s gaze darkens, the power within her stirs restlessly.

A beast about to break free from her body, its shadow completely enveloping Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan is like a naive little white rabbit, blinking at the beast.

No.

Zuo Baixuan is not some naive little white rabbit, her nimble eyes are wandering, who knows what she’s thinking.

Recalling the last time this drunk little white rabbit counterattacked the big bad wolf.

Luan Yenan suppresses the fire in her heart, takes the opportunity to touch the back of her neck.

Good, no abnormalities for now.

A smile floats on her face, she pats Zuo Baixuan’s head: “Calling me sister is fine, so what did you come to me for?”

Zuo Baixuan sees that Luan Yenan is on the verge but remains unmoved.

Why is that?

At the party, it was the same, kissing her hair, her forehead, the tip of her nose, intimate without reservation, but just not kissing.

What’s wrong with Luan Yenan today, why is she so off?

I’ve… I’ve even delivered myself to her, why is she still reacting like this?

Zuo Baixuan raises her eyes, the dissatisfied frown fully displayed on her face.

“Are you planning to sleep in the study?” Zuo Baixuan looks past Luan Yenan and sees the thin blanket on the sofa, changing the subject.

“Under normal circumstances, we should sleep in separate rooms, right? I’m too lazy to move my things to the secondary bedroom, so I’ll make do in the study.” Luan Yenan says, walking back, presenting the fact to Zuo Baixuan.

Indeed, the words ‘sleep in separate rooms’ make Zuo Baixuan bite her lip, speechless.

Luan Yenan can have designs on her, can want to devour her completely, if she can’t resist, it’s because she’s not skilled enough.

But as the party B who adheres to the contract and insists on sleeping in separate rooms, there seems to be no reason to sleep with the party A.

But the way Luan Yenan answered was too perfunctory.

This is the presidential suite, not home. The secondary bedroom hasn’t been used for a long time and needs to be tidied up before it can be properly occupied. The secondary bedroom is also attended to daily, ready to welcome guests at any time.

Just now, Luan Yenan chose not to go out simply because she was worried she might have second thoughts when passing by the master bedroom.

Zuo Baixuan is just drunk, not brain-dead. Her logic is clear, and she immediately senses Luan Yenan’s perfunctory attitude, pouncing on Luan Yenan again: “You’re acting strange!”

“How am I acting strange?” Luan Yenan takes two steps back, afraid she might fall, quickly wrapping her arms around Zuo Baixuan’s body.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Zuo Baixuan follows forward until she’s pressed against Luan Yenan’s chest.

Thump, thump.

Luan Yenan’s heartbeat is strong and powerful, beating against Zuo Baixuan’s cheek.

Zuo Baixuan smiles faintly.

Luan Yenan is not as calm as she appears on the surface; her heartbeat, like her desire-filled gaze, is surging beneath the surface.

Luan Yenan takes a light breath, leaning against the desk: “I’m not lying to you, I was just working.”

As she speaks, she takes Zuo Baixuan’s hand and places it on the computer.

“It just shut down, the computer is still warm.”

But Zuo Baixuan withdraws her hand and wraps it around Luan Yenan’s waist, saying, “No, no, I’d rather listen to your heartbeat, it’s more convincing.”

Thump, thump.

The heartbeat can’t hide anything.

Luan Yenan looks down at the crown of Zuo Baixuan’s head, following the swirl of her hair in an attempt to distract herself.

Not to smell the vanilla sweetness constantly emanating from her, nor to ignore the soft sensation and rising body temperature against her, and her desire for her.

“You won’t be in the country for a long time, as the largest shareholder of the company, do I really have a say?” Out of the blue, Zuo Baixuan suddenly brings up serious business.

Her seriousness is completely different from her earlier dazed and soft and cute state.

Luan Yenan calms down a bit: “Yes, during this time, it’s not wrong to say the company is yours. Don’t forget, you’re not only the largest shareholder but also one of the company’s founders.”

Zuo Baixuan leans in her arms for a while without moving.

Luan Yenan wonders if Zuo Baixuan has been overcome by sleepiness as the alcohol wears off, already asleep.

But then she feels a sensation on the hand resting on the desk.

Zuo Baixuan’s fingers are lightly poking the back of her hand.

Luan Yenan wants to ask if she’s sleepy, and if so, she can lull her to sleep.

But then she hears Zuo Baixuan laugh softly: “Luan Yenan, you’re really good to me.”

Thump, thump.

Luan Yenan can even hear her own heartbeat hitting Zuo Baixuan and bouncing back.

She doesn’t understand why, but just hearing such a compliment makes her heart flutter. Even though she’s the one giving.

Is this also a kind of perverse pleasure?

Zuo Baixuan doesn’t hear Luan Yenan’s response for a long time, but the loud heartbeat is enough of an answer.

She laughs again, looking up, ready to retaliate with the words Luan Yenan once teased her with.

“Luan Yenan, you really like me.”

An unguarded smile, genuinely happy.

Luan Yenan looks at such a smile and can’t deny it, can’t even manage a non-answer.

That’s right, she does like her. Otherwise, why would she do so much?

She’s a capitalist, never rises early without profit, always the one to trick others, how could she dig a hole for herself to fall into?

Luan Yenan pinches Zuo Baixuan’s face, not too hard, lowering her voice, leaning into Zuo Baixuan’s ear: “If you can still say such things when you’re sober, then I’ll admit it.”

Even the drunken Zuo Baixuan clearly knows that the invisible shackles on the sober Zuo Baixuan cannot be unlocked just by “living without worries.”

She needs to unlock the shackles of the heart.

Only by letting go of obsessions can she truly open her arms.

She is also well aware that this is unfair to Luan Yenan.

“Hmph. You… could also choose to get me drunk… Isn’t it good to let me out?” Zuo Baixuan treats her current self as a “second self” split speaking with a pressure-free tone.

Luan Yenan looks at Zuo Baixuan, whose ears and face turn red simultaneously, and laughs.

This is no second personality, she’s just amplified her inner self after drinking.

Luan Yenan cups Zuo Baixuan’s face and kisses her.

She can endure being alone.

But how can she endure looking at Zuo Baixuan, looking at the drunken Zuo Baixuan?

Zuo Baixuan sees the unsealed flames in Luan Yenan’s eyes, her figure blocking all the light projected from the window behind.

The beast is released from its cage, she sees the madness on Luan Yenan and accepts this madness.

She as wished responds, quickly losing all her strength,hooking Luan Yenan’s neck. As her fingers brush the back of her neck, she realizes that Luan Yenan is still wearing a suppressant patch even after showering.

But before she could think further, she felt a lightness as her feet left the ground, and she was lifted onto the desk.

Changing direction and position, Zuo Baixuan withdrew her hands and placed them on Luan Yenan’s shoulders. Completely drained from the kiss, she lay back on the desk, knocking over a water glass.

After what seemed like an eternity, the fire smoldering in Zuo Baixuan’s chest was ignited and satisfied, eventually turning into a small flame, burning gently.

With her last bit of strength, she wrapped her legs around Luan Yenan’s waist, preventing her from causing any more mischief, while she lay powerlessly on the desk, muttering complaints: “The desk is uncomfortably hard.”

Luan Yenan, holding onto a shred of rationality, picked her up and carried her towards the sofa.

The nightgown hung limply on the edge of the desk, and with the breeze from Luan Yenan’s movement, along with the water spilling from the overturned glass on the desk, it fell to the ground.

As Luan Yenan carried Zuo Baixuan into the light, she asked, “So, you came to me for this?”

The blurred matter could refer to the question Zuo Baixuan had just asked, or it could refer to the impulsive incident that had just occurred between them.

Zuo Baixuan’s pink cheek was illuminated by the light from outside the window.

Light is always fair.

Half of Zuo Baixuan’s face was lit, and so was half of Luan Yenan’s.

From Luan Yenan’s half-lit face, Zuo Baixuan once again saw the familiar teasing, that mischievous provocation meant to embarrass.

This time, however, Zuo Baixuan was unusually calm.

One must take responsibility for one’s actions.

What the drunken Zuo Baixuan did, let the alcohol take the blame!

As if oblivious to Luan Yenan’s mischievous intent, Zuo Baixuan responded, “That’s not all. Since you won’t be in the country for this period, can I contact the companies that want to cooperate on your behalf?”

Contacting partner companies is something that, with new maneuvers, can directly take over the connections.

Luan Yenan suppressed a smile, somewhat relieved that sidelining herself seemed to be part of the “plan” and even in her drunken state, the little white flower hadn’t forgotten.

Seeing Luan Yenan only smile without answering, Zuo Baixuan poked her finger at the corner of Luan Yenan’s mouth: “Answer me, okay?”

Luan Yenan’s lips curled into a smile, a smile tinged with madness, and she caught Zuo Baixuan’s finger between her teeth.

Zuo Baixuan, watching this scene, was rendered speechless.

In her eyes, Luan Yenan magnified infinitely, the moonlight completely obscured.

The moon-devouring celestial dog took Zuo Baixuan to the heights of the clouds.

The celestial dog, as if prepared to face punishment from the heavens at any moment, savored every second of its wild indulgence as if it were the last.

It was not Luan Yenan’s intention to leave the study in complete disarray.

But by the time she carried Zuo Baixuan back to the master bedroom, the nightscape lights outside the window had all extinguished. The moonlight had also completely vanished into the clouds.

Luan Yenan looked at Zuo Baixuan, who was still murmuring in her arms, and gently kissed her sleeping face.

Then she felt the back of her neck again.

It was damp.

But after changing the barrier patch, there would be no problem. At least this time, there was no harm to Zuo Baixuan’s body. Her current dazed state was solely due to Luan Yenan’s earlier excesses.

Luan Yenan seemed to have regained the lifestyle of her previous life.

Live each day as if it were your last, without looking back, and try to leave as few regrets as possible.

“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” Zuo Baixuan turned over and hugged Luan Yenan.

“Are you already tired? You can catch up on sleep on the plane back.” Luan Yenan moved again. Going to sleep so early would only leave her with regrets. As long as her pheromones wouldn’t harm the little white flower, she wanted to indulge freely.

…

When Zuo Baixuan opened her eyes again, the light outside the window was dim, and Luan Yenan was no longer in the room.

She squinted at the window. It was overcast, making it hard to tell the time.

Turning her head to look at the clock, her eyes widened.

She faintly remembered Luan Yenan saying last night—no, it should be shortly before sunrise this morning—”You can sleep on the plane.”

But this was no longer about catching up on sleep during the flight. It was already afternoon, and the plane had long since departed!

Zuo Baixuan didn’t even have the strength to sit up. Her whole body ached as if she needed to rest abroad for three to five days.

She closed her eyes, replaying the events of last night in her mind.

Covering her face with her hands, she realized she had no grounds to blame Luan Yenan. After all, she was the one who had indulged first. Luan Yenan had simply followed her lead and gone even crazier.

But she had to go back.

Her impulsive trip here had already delayed her final exam preparations, slowed down the company’s project progress, and hindered the plan.

Zuo Baixuan struggled to sit up.

Looking at her body, she saw bruises everywhere.

If it weren’t for the fact that her memory wasn’t blurred by alcohol, she might have thought Luan Yenan had abused her.

But how could she?

Luan Yenan had just been bolder than usual, as if this were the last time in her life, leaving marks everywhere.

Not marks from pheromones, but visible marks everywhere.

How could this be the last time?

What she had said about it being the last night was completely a lie.

Her sense of contract spirit was zero when it came to this.

Zuo Baixuan bit her lip.

She even began to suspect that Luan Yenan’s strange behavior yesterday was a ploy to lure her into the trap.

This crazy woman was very good at that.

But recalling last night’s “trap” Zuo Baixuan pulled the blanket over her head and took a moment to calm down.

Then she heard Luan Yenan’s voice from outside the blanket: “You’re awake? Perfect, get up and eat something.”

Luan Yenan’s tone was too casual.

It made Zuo Baixuan unhappy.

Even if she had made the first move yesterday, that was no excuse for Luan Yenan to go so far!

Zuo Baixuan emerged from the blanket and pointed at the bruises on her body, accusingly: “Look at what you’ve done!”

A flicker of surprise passed through Luan Yenan’s eyes, almost making her think that the “drunken little white flower” persona was still lingering.

But seeing Zuo Baixuan wrap herself back in the blanket after speaking, she knew it was just a momentary confusion.

Luan Yenan tried to hold back her laughter but failed.

“Stop laughing!” Even though no sound was made, Zuo Baixuan sensed it, her displeasure spilling out from under the blanket.

Luan Yenan walked over to the little white flower and tugged at the corner of the blanket: “Alright, get up and eat. We have things to do later.”

“What? I said I wanted to go back to the country, and you didn’t object at the time. Were you waiting for this? Are you planning to confine me?” Zuo Baixuan poked her head out of the blanket, even her hair strands radiating protest.

Luan Yenan smoothed her messy hair and shook her head: “No, I already changed your flight to tonight since you overslept. But something came up unexpectedly, and I think you might be interested.”

“What is it?” Zuo Baixuan raised her eyebrows, as if warning Luan Yenan that if this was a trick, the consequences would be severe.

“Qin Yuancheng and Luan Yecha are both abroad and want to meet with me.” Luan Yenan replied.

Zuo Baixuan’s hands tightened, but after a moment of thought, she said, “One is your uncle, the other is your cousin. What does that have to do with me? I’m not interested. I need to hurry back to the country, back to the company, to sideline you.”

“Alright then, let’s get up and eat, and then I’ll take you to the airport.” Luan Yenan said, putting down the clothes in her hands.

Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan.

After a long while, Luan Yenan still hadn’t moved. Zuo Baixuan couldn’t hold back anymore and said, “Why are you still standing here? I need to change.”

“I just wanted to make sure if you needed any help.” Luan Yenan replied.

“What kind of help would I need?” Zuo Baixuan asked irritably.

Luan Yenan didn’t answer, giving her a deep look before turning to leave.

Just as she reached the door, she heard a “hiss” from behind, followed by a “wait.” Luan Yenan stopped.

Turning back, she saw Zuo Baixuan roll her eyes, her lips moving, probably cursing the crazy woman.

The process of helping Zuo Baixuan out of the room was somewhat like rehabilitation.

But once Zuo Baixuan adjusted to the discomfort, she realized her body hadn’t sustained any real damage. She was just exhausted and sore.

After sitting for a while, Zuo Baixuan finally said, “I can go with you to meet Qin Yuancheng.”

“Mm.” Luan Yenan responded with a single syllable, showing no emotion.

“But no drinking tonight, and an early flight tomorrow.” Zuo Baixuan laid out her conditions.

“Alright.” Luan Yenan looked up, seemingly indifferent to whether Zuo Baixuan would accompany her.

She was confident, in control of everything.

Propping her chin with one hand, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her gaze was deep, showing no trace of last night’s madness. Yet, it made Zuo Baixuan’s heart beat even faster.

“Why does it feel like you’re letting me have my way with everything?” Zuo Baixuan averted her gaze. She remembered asking a similar question last night, but this time it was much more subtle.

“Only now you realize it?” Luan Yenan, just like last night, didn’t avoid the question or dodge the issue.

When Zuo Baixuan looked up again, she met Luan Yenan’s gaze.

Her eyes were burning.

But this time, the fire wasn’t scorching Zuo Baixuan—it was burning Luan Yenan herself.

Zuo Baixuan had always felt that she and Luan Yenan were growing closer, but seeing her gaze today, she felt they were drifting further apart. There was definitely something hidden in yesterday’s strange behavior.