Quick Transmigration: The Villainess Is a Sweetheart

However, implementing this idea proved somewhat difficult.

In front was the tablet, behind was Nan Yan—both dead ends. To the left was a haphazardly piled mountain of blankets, and to the right was Nan Yan's arm sprawled across the bed.

The blankets resembled a small hill that Jiang Yan would need to climb over, a task as challenging as scaling a mountain. So she immediately abandoned this route, opting instead to break through on the right side.

Suddenly, blood tears began streaming from the eyes of the woman at the center of the screen. Her sharp nails clawed frantically, sending chills down one's spine. Jiang Yan glanced briefly before hastily averting her gaze, crawling onto Nan Yan's arm.

The plot was at a tense moment, and Nan Yan, seemingly engrossed in the movie, showed no reaction.

Jiang Yan tiptoed across his arm, crawling on the bed, intending to make her way back to her little house.

The camera angles in the movie shifted rapidly, causing the light to flicker, making Jiang Yan nervous as well. She had laboriously crawled to the edge of the bed, just one step away from getting up.

But just as she stood up, ready to make her move, her overalls suddenly tightened. In this eerie atmosphere, Jiang Yan's scalp tingled. She whipped her head around, but before she could see anything, she was snatched up.

The culprit, Nan Yan, effortlessly caught her and trapped her once again in his arms.

Fortunately, Nan Yan was caught up in the excitement of the movie. He merely ruffled Jiang Yan's fluffy head with his finger, his voice a bit hoarse as he casually muttered, "Scaredy-cat."

Even scaredy-cats are afraid of ghosts.

Frightened by the female ghost on the screen, Jiang Yan attempted to escape several more times, but to no avail. Each time, Nan Yan caught her and brought her back.

Engrossed in the movie, Nan Yan grew slightly impatient. He cupped his hands, confining Jiang Yan within them.

The little creature in his hands radiated warmth. Whenever her tiny arms or legs moved slightly, he stopped her. At some point, the movie plot suddenly became dull, and Nan Yan's attention gradually shifted to the little one in his hands.

She truly was a little fairy. Unique, innocent, beautiful, adorable, feisty—his little fairy.

Their proximity was unprecedented. Nan Yan's heart inexplicably quickened. He found an excuse—after all, it was a ghost movie, so he'd give it some credit and allow himself to be a little nervous.

Jiang Yan, trapped between his hands, couldn't escape. Initially trembling with fear, she eventually tired herself out and accidentally fell asleep.

Nan Yan only noticed when he found lying on his stomach uncomfortable and wanted to change positions.

He leaned against the headboard, wordlessly placing the little one on his arm to lie with him. He pulled up the blanket, covering Jiang Yan up to her belly.

Jiang Yan was forced awake.

Nan Yan held the tablet in one hand while mischievously preventing Jiang Yan from covering her eyes with the other. He only needed to move his hand slightly to pin down both of her little paws. The little paws were quite amusing.

"What are you doing?!" Jiang Yan was on the verge of tears. Finally, in desperation, she began punching and kicking his arm. Nan Yan's attacked arm remained motionless, while he let go of the tablet with his other hand and covered his amused expression with the blanket.

The female ghost on the tablet screamed and raged alone. Only then did Nan Yan remember that he hadn't finished the movie, and he quickly made amends with Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan refused to watch, so he said, "I'll protect you, don't be afraid. Just sit here, the mystery will be solved at the end. Chinese movies aren't scary at all."

So, the two of them managed to finish watching together peacefully. During tense moments, Jiang Yan would panic and try to pull Nan Yan's hair.

Nan Yan continued watching while protecting his hair, frustrated but unable to express it.

Finally, they finished watching safely and returned to their respective beds to sleep. At this point, Nan Yan's problem surfaced.

Some people aren't scared at all while watching, finding it merely thrilling. But when it's time to sleep, they suddenly think: Why is the moonlight so bright? Is there a sound of nails scratching under the bed? Are there moving shadows on the window?

Nan Yan was a typical example of such a person. To make matters worse, he had been in a good mood earlier and rewarded himself with an extra can of soda. Talk about when it rains, it pours.

Nan Yan silently endured for ten minutes in bed, but couldn't bear it any longer. Feigning calmness, he woke Jiang Yan up and forced her to accompany him to the bathroom.

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