“I’m still in college, and I don’t want to get pregnant and have a child so early. How about we reconsider this? I won’t mention divorce to you. I’m grateful to you for helping me escape that family.” To convince Luan Yenan, Zuo Baixuan added some genuine emotion.
Luan Yenan completely let go of his hand and stood up.
The blood on the side of his head, which had not yet fully congealed, slowly slid down the edge of his ear and all the way to the corner of his mouth.
The smell of rust filled my nostrils and mouth, mingling with the scent of vanilla in the air.
She squinted and touched the left side of her head.
Blood was stained on his fingers.
But after a two-second silence, Luan Yenan grinned, revealing a smile. Against the backdrop of bright red blood, his teeth appeared gleaming white. His canines, stimulated by pheromones, were also partially visible.
Zuo Baixuan watched all these changes, swallowed hard, and gripped her bathrobe tightly with both hands.
She didn't know what it meant when the person with bloodstains at the corner of their mouth and bloodstains on their cheeks suddenly put on an almost insane smile after seeing a smear of red on their hand.
While Zuo Baixuan was confused, Luan Yenan assessed her current state and realized it wasn't suitable to play any role-playing games with the young girl. She touched the back of her neck, found a way to control her pheromones, suppressed the surging vodka, and stabilized the blood flow in her body.
His gaze returned to Zuo Baixuan's face, staring at her peach blossom eyes for a long time, a feeling he had never experienced before and a feeling he hadn't had in a long time rose in his heart.
I haven't felt this excited and expectant in a long time.
The moment I completed my ten-year plan, I grew tired of this kind of life. I even thought that maybe it would be more interesting to fail in the acquisition, go bankrupt, and then make a comeback.
And then, he suddenly found himself transported into the book.
This, on the contrary, brought her a sense of novelty.
In any case, there would be no relatives, no friends, and no goals in that world anyway.
All that remains is the pain of childhood, endless work, and a body that can no longer feel joy.
Starting over in a different place is also a good option.
Just like back then, I'm trying to gain a new identity for myself.
She gently rubbed the sticky blood off her fingers.
Looking directly into her alluring peach blossom eyes, he raised his hand, leaving a wet, slippery feeling on her smooth skin, and left a bright red letter N on the girl's snow-white shoulder.
At the same time, he leaned down and gently breathed on N. Before Little White Flower could react, his canines snapped shut on her shoulder.
"???" Zuo Baixuan held her breath, her muscles tensed, and her blood rushed back to his head.
There was no surge of pheromones, and Luan Yenan did not touch any glands.
This was an unusual "mark" she had never heard of before, which made her panic.
"I'm not the type to hold grudges."
Because, they will retaliate for even the smallest wrong.
Luan Yenan glanced at his work with satisfaction and stood up.
His gaze lingered unabashedly on Zuo Baixuan, whose clothes were disheveled, as he stood up.
She has a really good figure.
Zuo Baixuan gritted her teeth, knowing full well that Luan Yenan's gaze was intentional. She cursed the woman inwardly but did not cover herself, only turning her head to respond.
Luan Yenan did not linger, kindly leaving the poor little girl a safe space.
After leaving the master bedroom, I looked around and went into the guest bathroom.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Luan Yenan examined himself for a moment.
Unexpectedly, after transmigrating into the book, she was using her own real name, and even her appearance didn't change much, except that she looked a bit more tired.
He was wearing a street-style metallic leather jacket with studded embellishments.
She took off her blood-stained jacket, leaving only a black T-shirt with a skull print underneath, and tugged at the collar for a second look.
The small mole on my right collarbone is still the same as before.
Looking again at the palm, there was a red mark.
In the final moments of that world, the marks left by the glasses seemed to still remain.
She didn't understand the principle of transmigrating into a book. This body still seemed to be her own, but many subtle changes had also occurred.
For example, the extra glands at the back of the neck.
It's not pretty, but it's not ugly either.
The bloodstains that had flowed down remained on the skin beside the gland, making it look somewhat gruesome.
Just a quick clean-up.
The real pain made her hiss and open her mouth in pain.
I couldn't help but find it funny.
This chaotic start actually suits her quite well.
Knock knock knock.
There was a gentle knock on the bathroom door.
Luan Yenan turned around, and as she saw Zuo Baixuan's face clearly, the dizziness from blood loss made her sway.
Startled, Zuo Baixuan rushed in from outside the bathroom, suppressing her physical discomfort, and helped her up.
"Are you alright?" Zuo Baixuan's unease was genuine.
This doesn't look like anything could possibly be wrong.
That vase was smashed down with the intention of killing this madwoman.
Who would have thought this person had such a hard head?
But now it seems that it might not be a bad thing.
It's never a good thing to have a reputation for murdering one's wife before even officially entering society.
Not to mention how enormous the Luan family is in Beijing.
While changing her clothes, Zuo Baixuan wiped the bloodstains off her shoulder and pondered the problem carefully.
The madness that gets out of control is terrifying.
However, if you can negotiate with this person, it's still a good option.
Breaking up with her now would not do Zuo Baixuan any good.
She knew very well that she was gambling with herself again.
Luan Yenan glanced at the frail girl who was supporting him with her arms, and then tightened his grip.
After regaining her footing, she looked at Zuo Baixuan, who was looking down, through the reflection in the mirror.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zuo Baixuan changed into a simple black dress, and her unadorned appearance perfectly showcased her purity and innocence.
It's hard not to feel pity for her.
As the force on her shoulders and arms increased, Zuo Baixuan exerted all her strength and grabbed Luan Yenan's waist.
At that moment, a breath gently brushed against her ear.
She looked up and was met with Luan Yenan's ambiguous smile in the mirror.
So the aura I felt just now was Luan Yenan laughing.
Zuo Baixuan felt a little strange, but she suppressed any further questions and asked softly, "Shall I help you to a seat? I know how to treat wounds, I'll bandage it for you?"
Luan Yennan didn't answer the question. Instead, he used Zuo Baixuan's strength to walk out, asking as he went, "Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"
Zuo Baixuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded seriously and truthfully: "I'm afraid."
Luan Yenan watched as Zuo Baixuan's gaze shifted from flickering to firm.
Within a second of that response, he had figured out how to perform.
Luan Yenan was quite interested, but didn't respond, waiting for her to continue.
Zuo Baixuan composed herself and began to express her opinion: "Although I'm scared, now that we're legally married, I'll try to accept it slowly, so please give me some more time, okay?"
Luan Yenan still did not answer.
Zuo Baixuan thought that her attempts to please the woman would at least earn her approval, but to her surprise, she didn't even receive a muffled groan.
This made her feel uneasy.
Looking back now.
Luan Yenan's cheeks were covered in fine sweat, his lips were pale, and he was not in good condition overall.
Zuo Baixuan then realized that it wasn't that her all-out attack had failed, but rather that the Alpha's physical strength was too great, which delayed the consequences of excessive bleeding.
"Your face is completely white! I'll take you to the hospital!" Zuo Baixuan was truly panicked now, as this was the first time she had encountered something like this.
It was her choice to severely injure him, but now that things have come to this point, she doesn't want Luan Yenan to die.
Luan Yenan was helped to sit down on the sofa, and he pressed down on Zuo Baixuan's hand with one hand: "Don't panic, the bleeding has stopped. Go get the first-aid kit and bandage me up. I'll arrange a car to go to the hospital for a check-up."
Zuo Baixuan subconsciously stopped, fearing that the next part of those words was that she was going to call the police.
But the expected threats were not heard.
This made her grit her teeth slightly, and turn around to get the first-aid kit.
Luan Yenan then sat down and took out his phone from his pocket.
When Zuo Baixuan returned, her steps became very slow. She placed the medical kit on the coffee table and then knelt down next to Luan Yenan.
As Luan Yenan said, the blood had already congealed.
Although the wound still looks somewhat shocking, it is not considered dangerous.
Zuo Baixuan breathed a sigh of relief, used a cotton swab to clean up the bloodstains, and then simply bandaged it with gauze.
She had studied the technique, but when applying it to Luan Yenan, she still chose to operate cautiously and gently.
Luan Yenan opened his eyes and saw Zuo Baixuan's gentle movements reflected in the large LCD screen of the television opposite him.
Their silhouettes were reflected on the dark screen.
If she hadn't peeked through the bedroom door and seen the glaring shards of the vase on the floor, easily reconstructing what had just transpired between the innocent girl and the scumbag A, she might have even mistakenly believed they were a loving newlywed couple.