The glaring crimson, like blood, enveloped her in a hazy mist.
Soft, rhythmic breathing echoed in her ears, so close it felt like it was pulsating beside her.
In this extreme quietness, the atmosphere clung to her skin in a dense, eerie embrace.
Lin Xingzhu felt her eyelids were as heavy as thousand pounds.
She struggled to lift one corner, but before she could see clearly, her hazy consciousness quickly dissolved again, leaving nothing behind.
Just before she closed her eyes, a shocking flash of white swept past.
...
"Xingzhu, Xingzhu."
"Why aren't you moving? Everyone's here."
"If you don't snap out of it, the beauty will get impatient."
As soon as voice finished speaking, a burst of obscene laughter spread to her ears.
Lin Xingzhu frowned subconsciously.
That voice is so unpleasant.
She opened her eyes, irritated, and glanced toward the source of the sound.
In the next second, her pupils involuntarily widened.
The speaker was dressed in a tight, black strapless dress, hot and form-fitting, with big waves of hair cascading down her back. She should have been an attractive woman capable of turning heads, but the lewd expression ruined any allure she might have had, stripping away her charm entirely.
But that wasn't the most important part.
What mattered was that, despite not knowing this person, the look directed at her was alarmingly familiar, even the tone of voice was unmistakably intimate.
Lin Xingzhu kept her gaze steady.
Seeing that she wasn't speaking, the woman's expression of delight became even less concealed. "If you regret it, you can give her to me."
After saying this, she flicked her hair and turned sideways to look at the girl sitting on the ground, her eyes glinting with lust.
After four years of university, why hadn't Lin Xingzhu realized that Bai Xiying looked so appealing to her?
What a surprising twist.
It was quite strange.
Lin Xingzhu followed the woman's movements.
My breath suddenly suffocated.
A woman in a simple white dress sat on the ground, her face flushed. The exposed skin glimmered with a faint pink hue as she breathed rapidly, like a delicate mist clinging to flawless jade, exuding silent allure.
Not to mention her elegantly arched neck, delicate and tender, like a fawn presenting itself, vulnerable yet irresistibly captivating.
Weak, helpless, yet so beautiful.
Lin Xingzhu was keenly aware of the black-dressed woman's restless desire.
But she doesn't know the situation yet, so Lin Xingzhu didn't dare act recklessly.
She calmly observed everything in front of her, her mind racing to gather useful information.
Just as the woman in black leaned closer to the girl on the ground, her hand almost touching the girl's flushed cheek, Lin Xingzhu finally spoke.
She stood there, looking at the woman in the black dress calmly, her eyes heavy and emotionless: "Did I say you can touch her?"
The woman in black froze.
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After Transmigrating into a book, I Was Played By a Black Lotus
RomanceDisclaimer~ I do not claim ownership of this story. It has only been translated and polished for reading here. Lin Xingzhu has been transmigrated into a Book. She found herself in an action romance novel as the cannon fodder coveting the main charac...
