Luan Yenan gently twisted the strap of Zuo Baixuan's dress, recalling all the information he possessed.
At that moment, Luan Yenan understood.
Zuo Baixuan really looks like me.
She looks a lot like myself in my previous life.
Rather than saying that we cannot reconcile with the world, it is more accurate to say that we cannot reconcile with ourselves.
These experiences are a thorn that can never be pulled out of my heart.
Approaching her or trying to influence her is useless and may even backfire, triggering her subconscious defenses.
Only when she takes revenge herself, resolves this inner conflict, and takes control of everything will she be able to stop her extreme vigilance.
Luan Yenan also understood why the female protagonist, who existed in the rough outline of the original text, would choose a male protagonist who was a background character with no presence, because of her past experiences.
She wants someone who won't interfere with her; anyone will do, or she doesn't need anyone at all.
Luan Yenan's hand rested on the back of the dress, touching the cool skin beneath the backless design.
Zuo Baixuan's body trembled, but she quickly relaxed and leaned on Luan Yenan's shoulder for a while.
The alcohol kicked in, and her head started to spin.
The voice of Luan Yenan that came to my ears was also muffled.
Would you like to hear a story from me too?
“Okay, I like listening to stories.” Zuo Baixuan snapped out of her reverie from the previous “story” and smiled as she breathed on Luan Yenan’s neck.
The vanilla flavor is delicate and lingering.
Luan Yenan closed his eyes and took out a barrier sticker from his pocket to stick on Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan looked up at her, but Luan Yenan remained unmoved and simply said, "This is also a little girl's story. At the beginning of the story, the little girl did not live a happy life. Her father would beat her mother, restrict her mother's freedom, and would often scold the little girl as a good-for-nothing. For a long time, the little girl even thought that this was what a normal family should be like."
Zuo Baixuan's drunkenness was dispelled by the words "hit" and "scold".
She stared at Luan Yenan.
Luan Yenan's eyes were calm.
It was as still as stagnant water.
This kind of tranquility doesn't appear in the eyes of the storyteller, nor in the eyes of the listener; it only appears in the eyes of those involved.
This is not a calm of indifference, nor a calm of relief. Rather, it is a calm that comes from countless recollections of past experiences, and from repeatedly killing off one's emotional self.
Zuo Baixuan never expected that she would suddenly learn the reason why Luan Yenan was so sensitive to "domestic violence" under such circumstances.
"Is it also possible that I have indeed become a different person?"
Luan Yenan's words came to mind.
All the strange feelings converged at this moment, and combined with this story, Zuo Baixuan finally got the definite answer.
Luan Yenan's story continues: "The little girl's mother passed away and was buried outside the village, next to her favorite osmanthus tree."
"How could this be?" Zuo Baixuan's nerves were once again stung by the words "osmanthus".
That's why Luan Yenan had that expression when he first saw Luan Xing!
Luan Yenan held Zuo Baixuan in his arms, gently patting her back. He waited for her to process all the information and calm down before speaking again: "The little girl ran away from that village and studied and worked day and night. But her inner conflict remained until one day, a news story caused a national sensation."
“A pregnant woman went to the police station to report that she had been trafficked to a village. She pretended to be cooperative and became pregnant. Taking advantage of the family's laxity, she escaped from the village by following a mountain path. This trafficking village came to light.”
Zuo Baixuan looked at Luan Yenan and hugged her warm body tightly.
Why is this person so strong?
"The little girl grew up and became rich. She used all the means at her disposal to make the village that had surfaced pay the price."
Zuo Baixuan's body trembled slightly.
Same.
They are the same.
Zuo Baixuan's voice trembled as she softly asked, "Why is the little girl in your story so strong?"
Luan Yenan shook his head: "She's not strong. She heard from the girl who escaped that the mountain road leading out of that village was lined with osmanthus trees, and the girl escaped from the mountains by following the fragrance of the osmanthus."
"This little girl couldn't stand the smell or sight of osmanthus flowers after she escaped from the mountains. She would get a splitting headache whenever she came into contact with anything related to osmanthus. So after the results came out, she didn't dare to go back to that village to pay respects to her mother."
Zuo Baixuan held Luan Yenan, whose body alternated between feeling cold and burning hot.
Luan Yenan soothed her and said softly, "I'm willing to help you. I can help you with anything you want to do."
Zuo Baixuan acted as if she hadn't heard him and didn't respond for a long time.
Luan Yenan felt the soft, warm body lying motionless on his body and suddenly pressed down on Zuo Baixuan's shoulder.
It's too late.
Zuo Baixuan's eyes were dreamy, her gaze filled with tender affection. Her voice was melodious and gentle, like a feather with the scent of vanilla that gently tickled Luan Yenan's heart.
The unrestrained vanilla scent broke through the barrier and danced in the air.
Zuo Baixuan tugged at Luan Yenan's bathrobe until the belt was completely loosened before speaking: "Luan Yenan, mark me."
This is Zuo Baixuan pleading for intimacy with Luan Yennan with her dreamy eyes.
Luan Yenan, however, only wanted to escape.
Zuo Baixuan is experiencing a fever while intoxicated!
Zuo Baixuan held on tightly to Luan Yenan, while tearing off her own barrier and reaching for Luan Yenan's.
There's no need to pull or tug.
The abundant herbs had long since conquered and devoured Luan Yenan's uncooperative glands.
The vodka broke through the barrier; the barrier sliced off the gland with the touch of a fingertip.
A massive amount of pheromones enveloped the two of them completely.
Wrapped up as gently as a newborn, but with an astonishing concentration.
Once this mark is made, it will definitely break through the genital cavity uncontrollably.
"Zuo Baixuan, are you sure?" Luan Yenan observed Zuo Baixuan's expression. She could only suppress the beast for a few seconds left.
That's a permanent mark.
Unlike temporary marks that disappear, it becomes a lifelong brand. Even undergoing a cleaning procedure at the hospital is an extremely painful process.
Before the ambiguous atmosphere could even emerge from the entanglement of pheromones, Zuo Baixuan's body went limp, and she collapsed unconscious into Luan Yenan's arms.
Startled, Luan Yenan quickly carried Zuo Baixuan to the sofa.
In New York, she fainted immediately after using her pheromones to repel an Omega who was maliciously approaching her.
Luan Yenan quickly checked Zuo Baixuan's breathing. Zuo Baixuan was only exhaling the smell of alcohol from her mouth, which reassured her a little.
She then took out an inhibitor from her bathrobe pocket, gave one to herself and one to Zuo Baixuan, and completed the injection.
Standing far away, Luan Yenan waited until the pheromones subsided before carrying Zuo Baixuan into the master bedroom.
The two-meter-wide bed in the master bedroom made Zuo Baixuan look incredibly small.
The sleeping Zuo Baixuan was completely unprepared, neither baring her teeth nor being cautious.
Luan Yenan tucked her in, went to the living room to get a wine glass, sat on the floor by the bed, swirled the glass, and thought for a long time.
She gained a deeper understanding of Zuo Baixuan.
This understanding made her feel even heavier.
How wonderful it would be if they hadn't met in this way or with these different identities. But if I hadn't traveled through time, I might not have even had the chance to meet them.
Luan Yenan's lips curled into a helpless smile as he scoffed at his own useless paradoxical thoughts.
But a crazy idea formed in my mind.
I tilt my head back and drink a glass of wine.
When she lowered her head again, her eyes shone with clarity and determination; she had made a new decision.
I don't know if my pheromone situation will get worse, like a ticking time bomb.
Even the moment when Zuo Baixuan wanted to accept the permanent mark was coincidentally and cleverly prevented by some force majeure.
Since both the plot outline and Zuo Baixuan's plan state that they should get divorced.
Okay, so it's just a divorce.
Then let's get a divorce.
After completing the outline of the story and fulfilling all of Zuo Baixuan's plans, they get divorced.
The pheromones in the room had completely dissipated.
Luan Yenan got up, lay down in the quilt, and held Zuo Baixuan in his arms.
Zuo Baixuan was awakened by the strange feeling on her body. She hummed softly and looked up at Luan Yenan.
There was a blazing fire burning.
There are crazy people causing trouble.
“What…” Zuo Baixuan gripped Luan Yenan’s shoulder.
Luan Yenan whispered in her ear, "Nothing much, just asking for some interest first."
But Zuo Baixuan could no longer understand what this interest meant.
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