The Cutie Keeps Falling for the Wrong Girl [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

The woman’s way of beating An Ke was so cool it made one’s legs go weak. Lu Huan almost wanted to stand by and cheer her on.

However, the drug that scumbag An Ke had slipped into her drink was now taking effect. Wave after wave of heat surged through her body, making her so feverish that her mind began to blur, and the scene before her grew hazy.

“Hot.” The girl sitting on the edge of the sink tugged at her collar, trying to let in some air. She felt as if she were melting from the heat.

Hearing the noise, Lou Qing paused her movements for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, An Ke, who had been at a disadvantage, finally found an opening and threw a punch directly at the woman’s mouth.

The blow was delivered with full force. Lou Qing grunted in pain, her grip on An Ke’s collar loosening slightly. Taking advantage of this, An Ke scrambled up from the floor, glaring at her with venomous eyes.

Lou Qing’s expression was no better. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, it was already bruised, and the inside of her mouth was cut, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner.

“Mm…” Lu Huan was unbearably uncomfortable, her head throbbing from the heat. She slid down from the sink, fumbled to turn on the faucet, and let the cool water wash over her hands. The relief made her sigh softly.

But soon, that small bit of coolness left her unsatisfied. She reached out with her other hand, cupping water and splashing it repeatedly onto her face. Her muddled mind cleared slightly.

“Sister,” she called out while she was still somewhat lucid, looking toward the two who were once again locked in a fight. She addressed the woman with the high ponytail, “Sister, take me away from here.”

At that moment, she was completely drained of strength, and her voice was as faint as a kitten’s mewl. Nevertheless, Lou Qing heard her.

Scanning the surroundings, she spotted cleaning supplies in the innermost stall. After kicking An Ke to the ground once more, she dashed into the stall, grabbed a mop, and before the other could react, hoisted her up and shoved her into the stall. She then wedged the mop against the door, effectively locking An Ke inside.

“Open the door!” An Ke pushed against the door but couldn’t budge it, growing increasingly furious as she kicked it repeatedly.

The stall door was made of thin plywood and wouldn’t hold for long.

But Lou Qing had no intention of staying any longer. She quickly supported Lu Huan and led her out of the restroom.

Just then, someone was about to enter and froze for a moment upon seeing her half-carrying, half-dragging someone out.

Lou Qing guided the girl toward the exit, hailed a taxi as soon as they left the bar, helped Lu Huan into the back seat, and slid in beside her. She gave the driver an address.

Jiang Wenshu couldn’t shake the feeling that the person she’d just seen was Lu Huan. But how could Huanhuan leave with someone else?

She glanced around but didn’t see Huanhuan, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Jiang Wenshu, come here quickly.” The woman with long, wavy hair pulled her away from the dance floor.

“What’s wrong?” Noticing her troubled expression, Jiang Wenshu frowned curiously.

“An Ke got beaten up.” The woman with wavy hair led her into the restroom.

By now, a small crowd had gathered inside, all friends who had been sitting at their booth earlier. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what had happened.

“Damn it!” A curse erupted from near the sink.

“An Ke, what on earth happened?”

Anke was about to speak when she noticed Jiang Wenshu entering from outside. She fell into an eerie silence for a moment, then the corners of her lips curved almost imperceptibly as she said to Jiang Wenshu, “Your girlfriend ran off with someone.”

Jiang Wenshu froze. “What?”

Anke lowered her eyelids, washing the blood off her hands with water, then raised her gaze to look at Jiang Wenshu through the mirror. Her tone was laced with sarcasm. “Just now, I saw her hugging and clinging to another woman in the restroom. When I went up to question them, your girlfriend’s lover threw a punch at me.” At this point, she turned around, pointing to the injuries on her face, then lifted the hem of her clothes to show the bruises on her body. “All of this was done by your girlfriend’s lover.”

The repeated mention of “your girlfriend’s lover” stirred an inexplicable sense of humiliation in Jiang Wenshu, as if she had been cheated on. Her pride suffered an unprecedented blow, and she gritted her teeth, her voice icy. “Where did they go?”

“They left just a few minutes ago.” Anke wore a faint smile.

Jiang Wenshu found that smile particularly grating, as if the other person was mocking her.

In an instant, her anger flared even hotter. Recalling the familiar silhouette of the woman who had just left with someone, she decisively turned and rushed out.

Now, only Anke and a few others remained in the restroom.

Watching Jiang Wenshu’s reaction, Anke let out an excited laugh, but the movement tugged at the injuries on her face, and her expression instantly turned cold.

Lou Qing took the girl directly to her studio, as it was the closest place to the bar.

Fearing the girl might do something inappropriate in the taxi, Lou Qing held her tightly the entire time, securing her arms.

“I feel awful.” Lu Huan’s forehead was already beaded with sweat, her chin resting on Lou Qing’s shoulder. With every exhale, her warm breath brushed against Lou Qing’s ear.

That spot was Lou Qing’s most sensitive area. Her arms, wrapped around the girl, stiffened slightly, and she clenched her jaw, restraining herself.

In less than five minutes, they arrived at the studio. Lou Qing paid the fare and half-carried, half-dragged the girl out of the car.

Lu Huan’s legs were weak and unsteady, making it impossible for her to walk. After a moment’s hesitation, Lou Qing bent down and scooped the girl up into her arms.

There was still someone at the studio Xiao Mu, who was working overtime. When she saw Lou Qing, she was about to speak but froze in astonishment at the sight of the person in her arms. It took her a long moment to find her voice, and only when Lou Qing carried the girl upstairs did she finally exclaim, “Boss, is that your girlfriend?”

“Shut your mouth.” Lou Qing shot her a sharp, commanding glance.

Xiao Mu shrank back, muttering under her breath, “It’s just the first time I’ve seen you bring a girl here.”

“Hot,so hot.”

As soon as Lou Qing laid the girl on the bed, the girl couldn’t stand it any longer and began tugging at her dress, but she couldn’t get it off. Frustrated, she pouted, her brows furrowing as her temper flared.

Seeing her like this, Lou Qing chuckled and teased, “Didn’t expect such a fiery temper from such a little girl.”

Lu Huan’s vision was blurry, but she could vaguely make out the woman in front of her, the one who had rescued her in the bar’s restroom. Before the other could react, she wrapped her arms around Lou Qing’s neck, pressing her cheek against hers and nuzzling gently, murmuring, “Feels good.”

Lou Qing was caught off guard by the gesture. Bracing her hands on either side of the girl to steady herself, she found her wild eyes growing even deeper because of the other’s actions.

After pressing her face against him for a while, Lu Huan grew dissatisfied again, but she didn’t know what to do. Frustrated to the point of tears, she whimpered, “I want,” yet she couldn’t articulate exactly what she desired.

Lou Qing, leaning over the bed with his hands braced beside her, was restraining himself so intensely that the veins on the back of his hands bulged. His voice came out hoarse as he said, “Be good, I’ll take you to cool off with a cold shower.”

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