Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 32

The sudden collision sent Wen Huiyun’s lips crashing heavily against the delicate skin below Ye Zhuoyan’s neck just a slight deviation would have grazed her scent gland.

The rich aroma of vanilla sweetness enveloped Wen Huiyun completely, the pheromones weaving their way into her own scent gland strand by strand.

Hormones surged like tidal waves, carrying a sweet intoxication through her entire body.

“I’m sorry!” Wen Huiyun forced herself to stand, staggering away while bracing against the wall.

In this transmigrated ABO world, scent glands were highly sensitive organs. Touching someone else’s gland without permission was tantamount to harassment even married couples were expected to respect boundaries.

And she had almost kissed Ye Zhuoyan’s primary scent gland just now! QWQ

She really hadn’t meant to! TuT

Ye Zhuoyan lay limp-limbed, curled up in the beanbag chair, clutching a blanket. Her lips were bitten red, her breathing growing heavier, glistening tears seeping from the flushed corners of her eyes. “Mmm. I know it was just an accident.”

The base of her neck still tingled with a numbing itch, waves of heat pulsing through her limbs.

Her physiological cycle was usually regular, and her heat wasn’t due yet but pheromone turbulence could easily trigger it prematurely.

Once pheromones went out of control, they had to be stabilized immediately. Otherwise, using suppressants during an induced heat would severely damage the body. In the past, Wen Huiyun (the original host) had once used an inducer on Ye Zhuoyan. Rather than submit, Ye Zhuoyan had forcibly injected suppressants, enduring agonizing gland spasms that landed her in the hospital for a month.

If the old Ye Zhuoyan had faced this situation again, she would have lost her mind,it would have dredged up memories of extreme humiliation.

But now, she no longer felt that same fear toward Wen Huiyun.

Because she knew everything was different.

Like the relief of a plane finally touching down.

“Hah! Hah!”

Wen Huiyun leaned against the wall, tilting her head back as she gasped for air.

Her condition was no better than Ye Zhuoyan’s. The skin around her ears and neck was flushed and swollen, her subcutaneous glands engorged and throbbing.

She hadn’t even presented yet just the injected alpha pheromones had made her nearly lose control around Ye Zhuoyan. She didn’t dare imagine how much worse it would be if she had already fully presented as an alpha.

Click. Wen Huiyun flicked on the overhead light, flooding the dim room with brightness.

She turned off the projector, activated the air purifier in the corner, set the AC to cooling mode, and cracked the window just slightly to prevent pheromone leakage.

After all that, she twisted open a large bottle of ice-cold cola and poured it over herself from head to toe, letting the freezing liquid soothe her skin and swollen glands. The soda’s scent also helped mask her pheromones slightly, diluting Ye Zhuoyan’s fragrance a little.

She grabbed two chilled bottles of water from the mini-fridge and set them on the coffee table. Even speaking burned her throat. “Zhuoyan, press this against your gland.”

“Okay.” Ye Zhuoyan held the bottle to her neck, eyes fixed on the floor.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stabilize soon. And don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything inappropriate. If you feel uncomfortable at all, tell me.”

Wen Huiyun retreated to the opposite corner and sat down, pressing another water bottle to her own ears and throat.

Ye Zhuoyan lowered her gaze, cheeks burning, and buried her face in the blanket. A soft whimper escaped her.

“Like this is just fine.”

Her eyes were completely filled with Wen Huiyun’s figure.

Ye Zhuoyan hadn’t gazed at Wen Huiyun so intently and devotedly in a very, very long time.

Wen Huiyun’s pristine white shirt was soaked with dark cola stains, her damp hair clinging to her cheeks and shoulders. Her nose was sharp and noble, her eyes deep and steady, like still waters with hidden currents beneath.

She resembled a white fox that had just swum ashore, resting quietly.

When was the last time she had looked at Wen Huiyun like this?

Probably during their freshman year, the year Wen Huiyun (the original host) had disguised herself to participate in a robotics competition reserved only for alphas.

Back then, Wen Huiyun hadn’t been particularly malicious yet; at times, she even displayed a childish sense of righteousness.

But later, misfortune had snowballed, rolling relentlessly toward Ye Zhuoyan’s fate, crushing her until she could barely breathe.

Now, however, the turning point had arrived.

Ye Zhuoyan watched Wen Huiyun and secretly curved the corners of her lips.

Heaven had sent her a different Wen Huiyun.

A good Wen Huiyun soft as a cloud, warm and clear as sunlight.

The air conditioning grew stronger, and the temperature in the activity room gradually dropped.

Their breathing steadied, and the flush on their skin slowly faded.

The scent of pheromones dissipated significantly, the concentration now within Wen Huiyun’s tolerance.

“Zhuoyan, let’s wait until the pheromones disperse before going out.”

“Okay.”

A pheromone surge was often a precursor to a heat cycle. With two genuine alphas in the residence, any leakage of Ye Zhuoyan’s pheromones would undoubtedly cause a commotion. To avoid trouble, it was better to be cautious.

They sat at opposite ends of the room, the silence between them awkward.

Wen Huiyun racked her brain for something to say.

But Ye Zhuoyan spoke first: “Huiyun, how much of the past do you remember?”

Wen Huiyun rested her chin on her hand, pondering. How much was “how much”?

She replied softly, “Scattered fragments. You’d have to remind me which specific events you mean.”

Her voice was so quiet only the two of them could hear.

Ye Zhuoyan hesitated briefly before asking, “Do you at least remember your family? Your parents have been in touch with me often lately. They’re very concerned about you, but you always end calls with them after just a few words, so they keep asking me instead.”

Wen Huiyun sheepishly smoothed her hair. The reason she avoided long conversations with the original host’s family was her unfamiliarity she feared saying too much and making mistakes, so she feigned reticence.

She did have some information about the original host’s parents, though incomplete. As for other relatives, friends, and classmates, the transmitted memories were even sparser.

Most of what Wen Huiyun remembered were things related to Ye Zhuoyan after all, Ye Zhuoyan was the novel’s female lead, and Wen Huiyun’s transmigration mission was to win her over.

Wen Huiyun smiled faintly at Ye Zhuoyan. “Compared to them, I remember you much better.”

Ye Zhuoyan shivered slightly under her little blanket, pulling it up to cover half her face as she muttered, “Who forgets their parents but remembers some woman instead?”

Wen Huiyun gazed at her, eyes bright. “Me.” Then she drooped her head, adding, “But it’s not intentional. I want to recall my past with my family as soon as possible too.”

Seeing her pitiful, dejected expression, Ye Zhuoyan’s gaze softened. Gently, she said, “Alright, I’m not blaming you for that. Memory loss isn’t something anyone can control.”

After a pause, Ye Zhuoyan asked, “You said you remember me better so how much of our university days do you recall?”

Wen Huiyun secretly rejoiced at having created a mind map of the transferred memories, the university portion was still relatively clear in her recollection.

“A University, you skipped a grade in high school, so you’re a year ahead of me.”

“Mhm, what else?”

“You were class president, won scholarships every semester, and even gave a speech as an outstanding student representative in the auditorium.”

“Now tell me about you.”

Wen Huiyun paused. “I…”

When it came to the original host’s own memories, she truly didn’t have as much as Ye Zhuoyan did.

Left with no choice, Wen Huiyun pieced together fragments from the original novel’s plot and the transferred memories.

“I think I was constantly being played for a fool by a classmate, but I can’t remember who.”

She wondered if she could fish for clues about the malicious white moonlight from Ye Zhuoyan.

Ye Zhuoyan listened quietly, her expression calm as she gave a slight nod.

Wen Huiyun continued, “I wasn’t much of a student, I folded paper planes in class to annoy others, picked up chalk the teacher threw at me and threw it back, and even tricked a junior with toothpaste-filled sandwich cookies.”

By the end, even Wen Huiyun herself was blushing furiously.

Her inner voice screamed: None of these awful things were done by me, dammit! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Tonight, an innocent transmigrator tragically took the fall for her original host.

Another heartbroken soul had been added to the world.

Seeing Wen Huiyun’s flushed face, Ye Zhuoyan couldn’t help but chuckle. “You remember your ‘glorious achievements’ quite clearly.”

Wen Huiyun’s cheeks burned even hotter. Wife, please stop talking.

“Do you remember the National Youth Robotics Competition?”

“Uh.”

This wasn’t in the original host’s memories, and the novel had only briefly mentioned the female lead signing up for it before dropping the matter. Wen Huiyun had no details.

“I remember the competition existed, but I don’t recall much.”

Ye Zhuoyan’s expression remained unchanged, though a faint flicker of disappointment passed through her eyes. “That makes sense. You didn’t even make it past the preliminaries. You probably only remember the things you were proud of.”

Wen Huiyun scratched her head sheepishly. If it had been her from the original world, top of her class in automation, guaranteed admission to a prestigious research institute, how could she have failed even the robotics preliminaries? She’d have easily made it to the finals, if not won outright.

The thought was bittersweet. If her father hadn’t passed away unexpectedly, she would have stayed in the capital working on research projects instead of returning home to inherit the family restaurant, only to be killed by an assailant.

Then she wouldn’t have transmigrated into this book at all.

The pheromones had dissipated, leaving only the sweet scent of cola in the air.

Ye Zhuoyan lifted the blanket and handed Wen Huiyun a wet wipe to clean the cola stains. “Get some rest early. Thank you for today, I really enjoyed it.”

Rising on her toes, she brushed her soft lips lightly against Wen Huiyun’s cheek in a fleeting kiss.

Wen Huiyun: “?!!!”

Ye Zhuoyan walked out of the activity room, her graceful figure swaying slightly.

She glanced back, lips curving, eyes bright. “I couldn’t just let you take advantage of me. I had to claim something in return.”

Wen Huiyun stood frozen, the spot where she’d been kissed still burning.

Slowly, she raised her hand, fingertips tracing up to her cheek, lingering over the lingering warmth of that kiss.

The imprint of her lips was invisible yet etched into her heart.

「Quit daydreaming.」

A slight weight settled on her shoulder as Xiao La perched there.

「Newbie, you’re doing great! Triggered the female lead’s heart-fluttering moment earned +10 favorability points!」

“Go away, don’t ruin my beautiful afterglow.”

“Hey! Look at your attitude! I just praised you a couple of times, don’t get cocky! The Transmigration Bureau has candidates better than you! If you don’t work hard, you’ll fall behind. If you fall behind, you’ll drag me down, my year-end evaluation will suffer, and I’ll lose my bonus, Hey! Wen Huiyun 2.0, are you even listening to me?!”

Wen Huiyun ignored her, carefully protecting her precious cheek as she went downstairs. She didn’t even want to wash that side of her face tonight.

Little La flapped her tiny wings in helpless fury. “Wen Huiyun 2.0! Don’t you want to exchange the 10 favor points you just earned for a precious memory fragment of the female lead?!”

Hmm?

Wen Huiyun turned around and pinched Little La’s fairy wings, smiling sweetly. “Hand it over.”

Shaking off the fine droplets of water clinging to her lashes.

Wen Huiyun suddenly opened her eyes.

Half an hour ago, she had exchanged for one of Ye Zhuoyan’s memory fragments and gone to bed early.

As expected, she was now in a dream inside Ye Zhuoyan’s memory.

The sound of rushing water echoed overhead, steam filling the air.

Wen Huiyun looked down and saw fair, full curves, delicate pink buds, and a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand. The sweet scent of vanilla cotton candy drifted through the bathroom.

Clutching her racing heart, Wen Huiyun stared blankly this wasn’t her body. This was—

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