The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The bright moon hangs in the sky.

Yue Wuhen lay on the balustrade by the window, able to take in the entire scene on the bed with just a slight glance to the side.

After looking at it for a moment, he turned his head back.

A small opening in the window let in a chilly night breeze that brushed against his face.

He closed his eyes, thinking he would lie there fully awake until dawn.

However, he was unusually caught in a familiar nightmare.

He turned back into that child.

It was sold several times before finally ending up in a shady private establishment.

The owner said this was a top-notch beauty in the making, and she needed to be carefully trained.

He looked at the distorted and overlapping shadows behind the gauze curtains, and listened to the sticky panting and laughter.

He needs to learn how to smile seductively, how to look at someone with affectionate eyes, and how to serve them comfortably.

That's disgusting.

I find those inappropriate gazes disgusting, and the sweet, fishy scent in the air disgusting.

They even find their own faces repulsive.

It attracted everything, but it was also this face that allowed him to survive.

Greasy fingers pinched his chin, lifting his face and forcing him to look at those...

Yue Wuhen suddenly sat up, her body hunched over due to intense nausea.

The sticky feeling seemed to linger.

My stomach is cramping, and a sour, bitter liquid is rising in my throat.

He almost stumbled as he rushed out, grabbing the railing for support.

Unable to hold it in any longer, he bent over and began to dry heave.

"vomit--"

It's as if you're trying to vomit out those dirty memories embedded in your soul, along with your internal organs.

My inner clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and the wind was biting cold.

so.

There's no way he would want to touch him.

-

"Then give him to me."

Yue Wuhen was gazing out the window in a daze when he heard this, and paused for a moment before turning his gaze back.

"What?"

"I said, let me test the medicine on him. The drug den has just prepared a few new prescriptions, and we're in need of a live subject."

"What, you can't bear to part with it? This isn't like you, Wuhen. Could it be that you've fallen for...?"

"Su Han!"

Yue Wuhen interrupted his increasingly absurd remarks.

He turned his face away, avoiding the other person's probing gaze.

The voice returned to its usual coldness.

"Suit yourself, just don't mess things up."

Su Han raised an eyebrow, glanced at the tightly sealed curtain, and chuckled softly.

He changed the subject and didn't dwell on it.

"The Demonic Sect and the Yun family are sworn enemies. We can simply stand by and watch them weaken each other before reaping the benefits."

Su Han looked calmly at Yue Wuhen.

"Why are you in such a hurry to risk your life and personally kill Yun Tiannan?"

"I can't wait any longer."

After saying those five words, Su Han didn't ask any further questions, but simply stood up.

"It's good that you know what's going on. Fortunately, in the end, the Demonic Sect took the blame."

"How did you handle the situation with that Left Protector? Did you deal with it cleanly?"

Yue Wuhen paused, he himself was also puzzled.

"It wasn't my arrangement."

The smile in Su Han's eyes vanished; he didn't believe such a coincidence could happen.

Just as Yue Wuhen succeeded in his attack, a demonic cult's left protector happened to appear at the scene, and they managed to escape successfully.

Ultimately, the entire martial arts world concluded that it was a revenge killing by the demonic sect.

"I'll have my undercover agents investigate."

-

Wen Yubai opened his eyes, his vision was blurry for a while before he could barely focus.

What came into view was an unfamiliar, smiling face.

The man was dressed in a simple blue robe and looked like a very good-natured scholar.

"You're awake? Perfect timing, it's time for your medicine."

Wen Yubai opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry and painful that he couldn't make a sound.

My memories are still stuck in the dungeon. Oh, right, where is Yue Wuhen?

He tried to sit up abruptly, but felt a sudden dizziness.

She was gently pressed back down by a hand and leaned against the bed.

"Don't rush, come on, drink your medicine first."

The other person's voice was gentle, like coaxing a child. He scooped up a spoonful of medicine and held it to Wen Yubai's lips.

Wen Yubai turned his head to avoid him; this person made him instinctively uneasy.

Su Han simply smiled slightly and pinched his chin.

"obedient."

Without allowing him to refuse, he placed the spoon between Wen Yu's white teeth and poured the contents in.

"Cough cough."

Wen Yubai was caught off guard and choked, his eyes turning red.

As he tried to vomit, Su Han lifted his chin upwards.

Gudong.

Gudong.

That's how I finished feeding the whole bowl of medicine.

At first, Wen Yubai only felt a warm feeling in his stomach, which brought a drowsy and comfortable sensation.

But after a moment, a sharp, stinging pain shot from my stomach to my limbs.

It felt like something was burning and surging within my blood vessels.

"Ugh, uh..."

His vision blurred, and he gripped the blankets beneath him tightly.

His body began to spasm uncontrollably.

The gentle smile on Su Han's face vanished.

The reaction to this medicine shouldn't be like this.

He put down his chopsticks and reached out to grasp Wen Yubai's trembling wrist.

I placed my fingertips on the pulse point, feeling the frantic heartbeat and disordered internal energy.

"Hmm, the reaction is more severe than expected. Is it because the medicine is reacting with the high heat?"

He muttered to himself, as if he were writing something down.

"His physical condition is much more sensitive and weak than he looks."

Wen Yubai felt as if his bones were being crushed.

He groaned unconsciously, his other hand flailing wildly in the air, trying to grab something to relieve the pain.

Then, he grabbed Su Han's arm and bit it hard.

The teeth pierced through the fabric and sank deep into the flesh.

Su Han's gaze deepened.

Wen Yubai was in so much pain that he lost his mind. He opened his teeth, buried his face in Su Han's waist, and curled up into a trembling ball.

Like a young animal seeking shelter.

Su Han's breathing became erratic.

He reached out his other hand and gently stroked the back of Wen Yubai's neck.

Scalding hot, delicate, taut and trembling with pain.

"Good girl."

His voice remained gentle, but it had taken on a slightly hoarse tone.

Wen Yubai finally fainted, collapsing limply into Su Han's arms.

Su Han did not immediately let go.

He held Wen Yubai in his arms as they sat on the edge of the bed.

I felt the body in my arms go from convulsing to going limp.

The candlelight cast their intertwined shadows on the wall, creating an intimate silhouette.

After a long while, he gently placed Wen Yubai back on the bed and pulled up the covers.

Looking at the person sleeping unconscious on the bed, their face was pale, their brows were furrowed, and their lips were bitten until they bled from the pain.

Su Han reached out and gently wiped away the tear stains from the corner of his eyes.

As he stood up, he slowly rolled up his sleeves.

On his forearm, a deep, bone-revealing tooth mark was oozing blood, and the flesh was torn open.

Instead of treating the wound immediately, he stuck out his tongue and licked the bleeding teeth marks.

"Heh, now I understand why Wuhen can't bear to part with you."

Even he felt a little sorry for her.

He turned around, walked to the desk, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and recorded the experimental reaction he had just witnessed.

After he finished writing, he looked up at the person on the bed.

What kind of poison will I have him test tomorrow?

So pitiful, let him pick a gentler one.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window paper, casting a hazy glow.

Su Han walked in carrying the decocted medicine.

When I opened the door, I saw that Wen Yubai was already awake.

He leaned against the headboard, his dark hair disheveled, his face still pale, but his eyes clear.

She appeared extremely well-behaved.

"Who are you?"

Su Han placed the medicine bowl on the small table beside the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and sat down in a posture as natural as if he had done it a thousand times before.

"My surname is Su, and my given name is Han."

Wen Yubai slowly nodded, then asked:

"Then who am I?"