A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 62

Bai Wan’s long lashes fluttered incessantly.

The temperature at her neck was scorching, and the body leaning into her embrace was radiating heat. The scent of alcohol on Yan Nanjue seemed to be ignited by an invisible flame; the evaporated spirits drifted entirely into Bai Wan’s nasal cavity. Her brain seemed to be paralyzed along with it, leaving her unable to make any reaction for a moment.

Her mind fell into a snowy, boundless white.

After a long time, Bai Wan finally regained her senses. She felt a slight coolness under her fingertips—something a bit hard. She lowered her eyes and discovered it was that silver waist chain.

She had her arms around Yan Nanjue’s waist, so she had naturally touched this thin chain. The warmth of skin and the chill of silver—two different textures merged into her palm.

Unconsciously, Bai Wan pulled at the chain. It was hooked into the loops on both sides of the trousers, with an extra length left for movement. As she pulled, the chain constricted the waist slightly; the glowing, snowy flesh was locked in by the silver links, and a bit of soft skin peeked through the gaps, looking full and supple.

Bai Wan loosened her grip, and the waist chain fell back limply. A red mark quickly surfaced where it had constricted her.

Yan Nanjue was fair-skinned, so the redness was exceptionally vivid. Leaning into Bai Wan, she had placed her entire weight on her; her lower back dipped slightly, creating an indescribably beautiful waistline.

Bai Wan’s fingertips froze. She closed her eyes, but the streak of red from the chain felt branded onto her retinas, refusing to fade.

Bai Wan looked up at the ceiling. The stark white light made her feel an unexplainable dizziness. Her thoughts felt disconnected, a blankness that felt alien to her. Only when she leaned closer did she realize Yan Nanjue had been whimpering—the sound was so faint it could only be heard from very close by.

Bai Wan’s throat felt itchy, her lips moving soundlessly.

…Dog.

Her gaze fell on the person in her arms. “What exactly do you want to do?”

Yan Nanjue, what on earth are you trying to do?

The only answer she received was a series of muffled, incoherent hums.

She took a couple of steps toward the bed, struggling to return the woman to the mattress. As Yan Nanjue fell back, her hands remained wrapped around Bai Wan’s neck, strangling her and refusing to let go. It wasn’t until Bai Wan used a clever bit of force to pinch her wrist that she retracted her hands in pain.

Bai Wan picked up the cold towel, went out to change it for warm water, and then helped Yan Nanjue wipe her face, followed by her neck, and finally her hands. The damp towel rolled over sweat-soaked skin. Yan Nanjue raised her hands when told, looking at her with half-open, dazed eyes before closing them again.

Bai Wan had noticed it last time: Yan Nanjue was exceptionally obedient when her consciousness was clouded. Without the cold sarcasm, the Alpha’s characteristic tyranny and arrogance faded significantly. Though she still wore a cold face, she couldn’t scare anyone; upon closer inspection, her eyes were completely vacant, lost in her own world.

Even the distance between them seemed to have been inexplicably shortened. They were no longer at two ends of an unreachable chasm. The sober Yan Nanjue and the incoherent Yan Nanjue were like two extremes.

Bai Wan bowed her head, her upward wiping motion suddenly stalling. Her pupils froze. She saw that faint white scar on Yan Nanjue’s arm.

In an instant, everything around her rushed backward. She was abruptly pulled back several days, back into that car filled with the smell of blood. She could almost feel the life slipping away—so fragile, so easy. The blood flowed incessantly, and her mental defenses were eroded bit by bit. Those emotions, those questions, those confusions were bone-corroding poisons, eating away at her flesh and blood until only a hollow shell remained.

Bai Wan was speechless.

At that moment, a pair of hands cupped her face, pulling her back from her contemplation. Yan Nanjue’s eyes were half-closed, her long lashes like half-folded butterfly wings. Her gaze was like starlight peeking through the gaps of her lashes. Her jet-black pupils were incredibly round; she stared at Bai Wan’s face, tilting her head slightly, as agile as a foraging bird.

Yan Nanjue felt Bai Wan’s face with her palms, then suddenly curled her fingers and gave her a gentle pinch. Bai Wan’s fingertip had unconsciously pressed against that scar; she maintained the posture of having her face pinched, staring at Yan Nanjue without blinking.

“Yan Nanjue.”

Hearing her name, the Alpha blinked.

“Do you like me?”

Yan Nanjue stared at her, her scarlet lips moving as she muttered. It seemed like an answer, or perhaps just an unconscious murmur, or—just like before—mere whimpering.

The System, which couldn’t hear a sound or read her blurred lip movements, was about to scream.

【Holy crap, hurry up and say you like her! Your persona is about to collapse!!!】

“…Mm?”

A confused sound came from Yan Nanjue’s nose. She looked around as if not understanding where the voice was coming from.

Bai Wan’s gaze swept coldly across the room. “What are you looking at?”

The System, like a squeaky chicken being strangled by the neck, went mute on the spot. It was wrong. Dead wrong. How could it have been so spectacularly mistaken? It had actually believed Yan Nanjue’s lie about being a “civilized drinker” who wouldn’t go crazy when drunk.

Yan Nanjue wasn’t going crazy, but while drunk, she completely forgot about the mission, and her persona was on the brink of total collapse. This was entirely her true self! The System could only be grateful that mission-related topics were automatically censored from being spoken.

After that voice vanished, Yan Nanjue’s gaze was pulled back to the only moving living thing before her. She grumbled, “Just now… who was speaking?”

Bai Wan pinched her cheek.

“Me.”

“What did you say?”

Bai Wan’s gaze dropped to where the cheek was pinched slightly out of shape. she seemed to be considering whether the previous question was worth repeating. After a long while, she asked again.

The drunk looked at her, her voice weak: “Don’t know… a little bit…”

She admitted it.

Bai Wan only looked at her coldly. “But I won’t like you, because there are too many people around you.”

Yan Nanjue frowned, her lips pressing against Bai Wan’s palm. her voice was muffled and carried an inexplicable hint of grievance. “I haven’t been messing around.”

“Then how do you explain so many people by your side?”

“Everyone says you have no shortage of Omegas—one woman after another. Whoever you want, Beta or Omega, as long as you set your sights on them, there is no one you can’t have.”

“Around you—” Bai Wan’s voice stopped.

She lowered her body, her gaze falling from above onto Yan Nanjue’s face. It was a posture of immense pressure, like a predator’s warning before an attack. Her amber pupils were exceptionally bright.

“—Who else is there?” she asked, her voice almost leisurely.

Yan Nanjue, whose face was being pinched, shifted her body. She seemed to hate the restrained posture and wanted to leave, but her limp body lacked the strength to move. She could only grab Bai Wan’s wrist, trying to make the person let go. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t leave, and she couldn’t escape.

A puff of hot air exhaled from her slightly parted lips, hitting Bai Wan’s palm. The latter’s fingertips curled slightly. In her dazed state, Yan Nanjue realized that she could only leave if she answered the question. She looked at Bai Wan, wanting her to repeat the question, but this hateful person only watched her in silence, waiting for her to think of it herself.

The System whispered a reminder.

“I don’t have…” Yan Nanjue’s weak fingertips tightened, clutching Bai Wan’s wrist. “Ming Yan, she is…”

【System: Sister’s friend!】

“Sister’s friend.”

“Yan Zhi is a sister with great taste. Ji Ziyi is a friend. Chen Wanjun is a friend… also a passerby who calls herself an outsider. They are all friends.”

“Ming Yue is… not very familiar. She’s an innocent do-gooder.”

“Luo Shuqing is—”

The System shrieked: 【Not familiar! Not familiar!】

Yan Nanjue paused, drawing a cold stare from Bai Wan. She looked at those beautiful eyes and instantly forgot the answer she had just heard. She said softly, “She is a professional workaholic.”

The System was confused. The System was baffled. The System fell silent.

“She is your childhood sweetheart, a friend who has known you for twenty years.” Bai Wan’s clear voice flowed through the room, which was hazy with the intoxicating scent of alcohol. Finally, she said, “She likes you.”

Who would have thought Yan Nanjue would spit out one word: “No.” She frowned slightly. “I don’t like her.”

Bai Wan’s gaze fell on her annoyed expression, sweeping over her inch by inch. She didn’t care much about Luo Shuqing’s existence, but she inexplicably hated the number “twenty years.” Ji Ziyi and Chen Wanjun had known Yan Nanjue for two or three years less than that.

“Su—”

Seeing Yan Nanjue opening her mouth again, the System—having seen the lip movements and anticipating what she was about to say—let out a sharp, internal scream, interrupting the voice before it could escape.

【Don’t know her! You don’t know anyone named Su! Hurry, say Bai Wan! Call her! Call her Bai Wan!!!】

“Bai Wan,” Yan Nanjue called out.

Bai Wan looked at her. She released the grip on Yan Nanjue’s cheek. Clear finger marks surfaced on the soft flesh of her jaw and side of her face. She was waiting for Yan Nanjue’s next sentence, but it never came.

“And what about me?”

“Am I the dog you’re keeping, or your canary, or what?”

The drunk looked at her without speaking. Her eyes were as translucent as washed grapes, stained with strands of mist. Her fingertips brushed against Bai Wan’s palm, as if playing with something, or perhaps just wanting to hold on.

Yan Nanjue gave no answer. She lowered her head, her slightly curled long hair sliding from behind her ear and shoulder, covering most of her flushed face.

“Yan Nanjue.”

The person called lifted her head and leaned in, her forehead almost touching Bai Wan’s chin. Bai Wan pushed her away. Using that force, Yan Nanjue leaned back and collapsed onto the light-colored bedding. Her arm rested across her forehead, half-covering her eyes; the lower half of her face revealed scarlet lips coated in a thin sheen of moisture, and a slender jaw.

Is Yan Nanjue resisting answering this question?

Bai Wan keenly sensed this. She narrowed her eyes, a flash of doubt crossing them. She changed the question.

“Why won’t you admit you like me?”

Yan Nanjue’s arm slid up. Her voice was like a murmur: “Because you are a cat.”

The stray cat that ran away.

Bai Wan’s voice was calm. “If I am a cat, then what are you?”

“I am… a bird.”

“I am a free bird…”

A little free bird (Nanjue means “South Sparrow/Bird”).

Bai Wan repeated it soundlessly. Sparrow… is indeed a bird.

Yan Nanjue refused to admit she liked her because she thought she was a cat?

“So, I am the pet cat you’re keeping.”

Hearing this, Yan Nanjue knit her brows slightly. “You aren’t a pet.”

“Then what am I?”

“You are…” The word “Heroine” triggered the System’s keyword block. No matter how she tried, Yan Nanjue couldn’t say it. She tried twice and gave up on that phrasing.

She said seriously: “You are Bai Wan.”

Bai Wan repeated her words. “I am Bai Wan?” For a reason she couldn’t explain, she—who hadn’t drunk—felt a hazy, intoxicating sense of inebriation.

“Mm.”

“You are the one and only Bai Wan.”

Bai Wan was her one and only Heroine.