Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

Yue Ran greeted the male protagonist with a warm smile.

Cheng Ying: …

Cheng Ying did not say anything in reply. He slid back from his sitting position when he saw Yue Ran from the open doorway, who was coming closer to him, and then he found himself sitting on the soft cushion he had previously placed on the ground.

"It is raining really hard today," Yue Ran said.

The young woman walked to the doorway of Cheng Ying's room but did not go in rashly. Instead, she turned her head to look out of the window. The rain was knocking heavily against the glass windows, and the water droplets stuck to the transparent glass.

Cheng Ying also followed her gaze and looked out, but he only felt that the bad weather made his heart feel more and more depressed. The only light allowed from the outside seeped from behind gunmetal clouds.

"May I come in?" Yue Ran asked softly. Compared with the stormy music played by the violent rain, the young woman's voice was so soft, like that of a mother coaxing her baby to sleep.

Cheng Ying nodded.

"Then do you still want to hear more fairy tales today? Or do you want to hear something else?"

Cheng Ying: …?

Some kind of emotion flashed past Cheng Ying's eyes. He obviously wanted to start listening to her fairy tales directly, but because the weather was too bad today, he could not help but feel more and more irritable.

He was surely not in the mood to spend time with Yue Ran, as he would usually prefer to.

"Then let us compose a story," Yue Ran suggested when she read the young man's emotions. "You and I."

The young woman smiled again. Her smile looked so gentle and dazzling, easily and effortlessly lighting up her surroundings against the dark background of the heavy rain.

At this time, Cheng Ying felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Apart from the gentleness and kindness he felt from her countenance, Cheng Ying also seemed to have sensed a hint of danger, yet it was charming, inviting, and spellbinding.

It was not something he could resist.

…

Yue Ran sat opposite the young man inside his room, holding a thermos cup in her hand, and then took a sip of warm, steaming milk.

Delectable.

"Let us play a game, a story-composing game, okay?" Yue Ran looked at Cheng Ying with a bit of expectation, but her expression was very restrained.

"I am not very good at playing games," Cheng Ying said.

Cheng Ying did not seem to like being watched like this by the young woman, or maybe he was just shy, so he turned his head away to look out the window.

"Let us give this game a try, and we can forget it if you do not like it, okay?" Yue Ran coaxed Cheng Ying softly and repeatedly emphasized that if he did not like it, then they could stop this game at any time.

Cheng Ying hesitated again and again, but finally nodded.

"Then I will go first," Yue Ran said.

Ruan Ruan, who was settled in Yue Ran's sea of consciousness, was excited!

Ruan Ruan: The game that the Master is playing has finally started.

Yue Ran: So exciting!

Yue Ran looked a little excited as she took out a paper and pen and then wrote a sentence down while reading it aloud.

"Once upon a time," Yue Ran started. "There was a prince who was targeted by a demon when he was born, and the demon placed a curse on him." When she said her piece, she turned her head to Cheng Ying as she said, "Okay, it is your turn."

Cheng Ying had just been immersed in the atmosphere of Yue Ran reading her story when she suddenly stopped. He looked a little disappointed, and his attention turned a little distracted.

Yue Ran held the pen and paper for the young man. Cheng Ying did not take it from her, so Yue Ran kept holding it up silently without complaint. After waiting for about ten seconds, Cheng Ying decided to slowly take them away from her.

"Demon?" Cheng Ying finally asked aloud.

Cheng Ying hesitated for a long time before he started to write his piece. He was not sure whether he wanted to read out the story he had written like Yue Ran had before. He struggled a little in his heart, and in the end, he did not read a single word when he finished writing his part.

"The king sent someone to tie the devil to the gallows and force him to lift the prince's curse." Yue Ran read Cheng Ying's writing aloud when the paper and pen went into her grasp again. "Oh, what a wonderful plot."

Yue Ran complimented the young man naturally and generously. Cheng Ying sniffed and touched his left earlobe as if he were a little embarrassed, which he was.

"Then it is my turn again," Yue Ran said. "The king took a new wife after the prince came of age and let his new wife's children inherit the throne."

Cheng Ying frowned, as if he were not satisfied with the storyline that Yue Ran had given him, but he had obviously entered the ambiance and atmosphere of this story, and thus he had involuntarily begun to think about the following plot he wanted the story to flow into.

"The prince was left in isolation, and then he found that the king was not his biological father, so he ventured into the forest alone," Cheng Ying said.

The young man spoke out loud this time. Although it was very soft and slow, Yue Ran still nodded at him with satisfaction.

"The forest was full of dangers," Yue Ran said. "The prince saw a beautiful blonde girl on the edge of a stream. She seemed to have sprained her foot and was sobbing softly."

Yue Ran had just tested Cheng Ying's psychological attack and defense mechanisms.