Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty
Chapter 267 - 267: The Gentle Psychiatrist (37)

Because Yue Ran was not his psychiatrist alone, it was obviously normal for her to have other patients in her hands other than him. It was just that the image of Yue Ran kissing him flashed through his mind, and he immediately felt some kind of painful tightness in his chest.

Would she have done the same thing to her other patients as well, such as that handsome man who looked so powerful, like he came from a privileged background? Would she kiss her other patients just like she kisses him?

Thinking of this, Cheng Ying felt like he could not stand it any longer. He subconsciously squeezed the disposable paper cup tightly in his hand, and with a splash, the warm water overflowed, pouring down his hand and onto the floor. Thankfully, the water was not boiling hot, and the warm liquid did not hurt his hand at all.

"What is wrong, Cheng Ying?" Yue Ran asked. "Did I scare you just now?"

Yue Ran quickly took several pieces of tissue and wiped the water off for him. Her face was full of worry and urgency.

"Were you scared on your way here? Or was it because of the situation just now? Take a deep breath. Slowly, take your time. There is no need to rush," Yue Ran said in a very gentle and calm voice of hers. "Does your chest hurt?"

Yue Ran gently stroked the young man's back. Cheng Ying's current situation made it difficult for her to leave him all alone.

"Yes, my chest hurts," Cheng Ying answered with a little grievance in his tone. He was currently just like a kicked little puppy that was wronged and accused of destroying something that it did not do. Poor and especially adorable.

This time, facing Yue Ran's concern, the young man did not evade or dodge her touch. Instead, he took Yue Ran's soft and delicate hand and put it on his chest, where the pain was constantly pouring out.

"It is uncomfortable right here," Cheng Ying said as he squeezed Yue Ran's hand a little.

Yue Ran raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then the tip of her tongue slid across the back of her teeth to the roof of her mouth before lightly pressing on it. She then showed the young man a charming smile.

Ruan Ruan: Is the male protagonist flirting with my Master? How cunning!

Yue Ran: Ruan Ruan, I doubt the male protagonist even knows how to flirt in the first place.

Ruan Ruan: Unintentional flirting? This is even worse! This shows that the male protagonist is a natural flirt; flirting is simply in his nature!

Cheng Ying: Hm? What is flirting?

Yue Ran: Silly Ruan Ruan.

The young woman leaned her face closer as her eyes stayed on Cheng Ying's face.

Cheng Ying looked a little shy, but he felt even more distressed.

"Why do you feel uncomfortable here?" Yue Ran asked a little slyly. "Is it because you were scared on your way to my clinic?"

"No," Cheng Ying said, shaking his head in denial of her words.

"If that is not it, then what makes you feel scared?" Yue Ran gave a slight tilt of her head to the side to indicate her confusion.

Cheng Ying: ...

The young man stayed silent.

"Were you perhaps frightened by Tang Meng's loud voice just now?" the young woman asked.

"That is also not it," Cheng Ying said with another shake of his head.

"Oh, then was it because of my patient standing here before? That man's name is Lu Yuan," Yue Ran said. "Are you scared because of the dark color of the clothes that he was wearing?"

"Yes… but no." Cheng Ying nodded and then shook his head, looking a little confused himself. The young man bit his lower lip and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "How did he recover? Doctor Yue, did you do the same thing to him as you did to me?"

Cheng Ying grabbed Yue Ran's hand and finally asked what he wanted to ask, and the depressed emotion in his heart dissipated a little.

"Pfft…" Yue Ran covered her lips and laughed softly. Her shoulders trembled with her movements, and her eyes bent into crescents with obvious mirth.

Cheng Ying felt uncomfortable but still forced himself to look at the young woman a little blankly. He really wanted to know Yue Ran's answer. It was just that important.

Suddenly, the young woman that he was looking in focus at leaned forward; her cold but soft lips touched the young man's, and hers lingered on his. Her tongue then pried open the young man's mouth and thrust in. Her action instantly filled the small space with a moist, warm, and ambiguous atmosphere.

When Yue Ran pulled away, she whispered a little hoarsely, "How could that be? I have only ever brought you back to my home, Cheng Ying. I have only ever kissed you, Cheng Ying. And only you, Cheng Ying, have ever worn the red collar before."

Yue Ran: After all, Cheng Ying, you are my only good and obedient little puppy. You are my toy. You belong to me.

At this moment, Cheng Ying felt as if the only sound left in the world was the beating of his heart.

It seems that the young man has grown up at this moment. He now really understands that he likes Yue Ran. And once he had realized this, violent joy as a tidal surged into his heart. However, this emotion was brought along with uneasiness and longing, as if the huge tide was about to drown him and everything else into nothingness.

Like. Everyone understands this word differently.

In Cheng Ying's mind, this word represents a mixture of good and bad. He feels that liking someone is a "weird" feeling that spirals back and forth between pleasure and pain.

Why is this feeling so weird, one would ask? It is because he feels both happy and unhappy at the same time.