The Mad Beauty and the Sick Young Lady [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 8.1

Su Li’s consciousness was already blurry, but she still knew to resist, stubbornly refusing to lower her head, shaking her head vigorously from side to side.

Ying Feiyan used even more force. Su Li could no longer resist, and her body slumped softly onto Ying Feiyan’s shoulder, tears of agony running down her eyes.

The music on the TV changed to deafening rock and roll, masking all other sounds in the room.

Su Li murmured:

“I… don’t love you…”

Ying Feiyan, however, laughed arrogantly. She placed her finger on Su Li’s neck, gently rubbing the spot of the scent gland, where the strongest scent was being emitted. Then, she reached out and pinched a layer of skin on Su Li’s neck.

Pain, burning heat, something inside her body felt like it was about to explode… Su Li writhed, thinking she was finished!

Ying Feiyan brought her nose gently to Su Li’s nape, sniffing for a long time, then lightly blew air onto the tender neck, inhaling the orange scent in intoxication.

She was about to open her mouth and taste the spoils of victory.

The room door was suddenly kicked open!

A thick, mixed scent of pheromones suddenly erupted, filling the entire hallway!

Standing at the door was a woman with beautifully sharp features. She wore a small mask on her face, like a miniature gas mask, completely covering her entire face.

To her left and right stood two tall, burly men in sunglasses.

Su Li was pressed into Ying Feiyan’s embrace and didn’t know what was happening outside. However, Guan Jingxian, who was still suppressed, let out a surprised cry:

“It’s you?!”

Su Li felt the overwhelming wave of pheromones suddenly being stirred, bringing with it a gust of fresh air.

It was the scent of green grass. Su Li, whose nose was now extremely sensitive, quickly distinguished this new scent from the sea salt and orange.

It was very fresh, so fresh that Su Li’s mind cleared for a moment.

Soon, that scent came close to her.

It was more than one person’s scent.

Ying Feiyan’s voice:

“Get out, don’t come closer!”

A soft, sweet voice:

“You’re the one who should get out.”

A loud slap sound followed. Someone had fiercely slapped Ying Feiyan, making her recoil backward.

Su Li felt an arm around her waist, pulling her out of Ying Feiyan’s embrace.

Ying Feiyan let out a strange yelp, followed by the sound of solid punches connecting.

Su Li didn’t see any of it.

Her face was shielded by a gentle hand that carried a faint scent of green grass. The owner of the hand spoke to her softly:

“Little one, you shouldn’t look.”

Su Li knew she had been rescued, saved right at the moment she was about to be bitten.

The voice of her rescuer was familiar, but Su Li, having lost the ability to think, couldn’t figure out who it was. She was still in heat.

Desire swept through her body. Su Li opened her mouth to speak, but her lips first touched the woman’s soft palm.

It was an extremely soft, extremely comfortable feeling.

Like the finest silk, smooth and cool, it made Su Li’s body tremble.

The music changed again, becoming a lyrical song. Mixed in with the pop music were the sounds of the ongoing fight.

The woman holding Su Li stood quietly watching, not saying a word.

But Su Li, as if possessed, tentatively reached out her tongue and licked the woman’s palm.

Hmm, an even more wonderful and soft touch than before, something the in heat Su Li could hardly resist.

The little bit of rationality she had left told Su Li not to do this, but her body acted on its own.

Su Li raised her hand, grabbed the woman’s wrist, and pressed that silk-like palm against her cheek, licking it inch by inch, from fingers to palm.

The woman’s body swayed slightly, but she didn’t withdraw her hand, allowing Su Li to continue from her fingers to her palm.

This scene happened very secretly. No one saw it. Everyone’s attention was focused on the fight happening in the middle of the room.

Su Li couldn’t hear or see anything else. All she saw was this perfectly shaped hand, and all she heard was the heartbeat of the woman behind her.

She was leaning back against the woman, her face covered, and she could feel the points of contact with the other person all soft and inviting, making her want to sink into them.

Someone in front was beating Ying Feiyan, but Su Li was burying her face in someone else’s palm, secretly licking them.

If Su Li hadn’t been completely dominated by her pheromones and practically unconscious, she would definitely be mortified by her own behavior right now.

Finally, the woman let out a soft sigh and gently removed her hand from Su Li’s face.

Her hand was wet. Jiang Zhuoye shook her hand; honestly, it was a bit disgusting.

She took off the mask on her face and sniffed the residual pheromone scent in the air without even frowning.

She looked down at Su Li, who was dazed and trying to pounce back onto her hand, and asked softly:

“Should I take you home?”

Su Li hadn’t answered yet when Guan Jingxian called out loudly:

“No! You can’t take her home, her family will panic! You, take her to my place. I’ll call her family…”

Jiang Zhuoye nodded, maintaining a composed expression, neither agreeing nor disagreeing explicitly.

She turned her head to look at Ying Feiyan, who was kneeling on the floor, her face bruised and swollen, and said lightly:

“You Alphas really are not elegant. Randomly spreading pheromones is worse than a dog peeing on a lamppost.”

She waved her hand, and the two bodyguards who had just finished giving Ying Feiyan a thorough beating immediately followed her.

Jiang Zhuoye held Su Li’s waist with one hand and her arm with the other, supporting the girl who was completely unable to walk, and led her out, not letting anyone else help.

Guan Jingxian could only follow behind them, telling her family driver to wait outside and prepare.

However, in front of the club, besides Guan Jingxian’s family’s Porsche, there was also a stretched Lincoln limousine.

Guan Jingxian was sober now. She reached out her hand to Jiang Zhuoye for Su Li:

“Give her to me. I’ll take good care of her.”

Jiang Zhuoye stepped back slightly and chuckled:

“You’re an Alpha, too. She’s in heat right now; I don’t trust you. How about we all go to a hotel?”

Guan Jingxian wasn’t offended. She considered it and agreed that with Su Li in this state, it was better for her to keep her distance.

So, Jiang Zhuoye took Su Li into the stretched Lincoln, and Guan Jingxian had her driver go home while she personally drove, following the limousine.

Jiang Zhuoye chose the best hotel in the area, bought the most expensive presidential suite, personally carried Su Li into the elevator, and carried her all the way into the room.

The two bodyguards stood guard outside the door. Guan Jingxian followed them in.

Upon entering, Jiang Zhuoye let go of her hand and tossed Su Li onto the sofa. She herself immediately collapsed on the edge of the sofa without any pretense, sighing languidly:

“Oh my, so tired. Our Omega strength really isn’t enough.”

Guan Jingxian commented:

“Looking at the slap you gave Ying Feiyan, I wouldn’t say you’re weak.”

Jiang Zhuoye smiled at her:

“I am weak. I brought two big men to beat her up, and I still didn’t get enough satisfaction. Next time we meet, I’ll definitely slap her a few more times, just for practice.”

Guan Jingxian:

“…”

So she’s treating Ying Feiyan like a punching bag?

Guan Jingxian watched for a while, helped pour some water for Su Li, and saw Jiang Zhuoye feed Su Li an inhibitor pill. Only then did she go to the room next door to rest, planning to take Su Li home safely the next day.

In the presidential suite, after giving Su Li the medicine, Jiang Zhuoye also collapsed, unwilling to move a single finger.

The bodyguards remained outside the door, and the room offered excellent privacy. Jiang Zhuoye sat on the sofa, looking at Su Li’s sleeping face.

Su Li looked like she was recovering from a hangover, her face flushed, eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling, and her mouth slightly open, showing a look of decadent yearning.

Jiang Zhuoye watched for a while, then slowly and methodically began to wipe her hands with a wet wipe.

From her fingertips, little by little, she wiped to her palm, and then to her wrist.

After wiping one round, she changed to a new wipe and did it again.

Her movements were slow and particularly deliberate. When she finished, she held up her hand to the chandelier on the ceiling, examining it from various angles with satisfaction.

Then, with a serene expression, she gently pressed the finger that had been licked onto Su Li’s lips.