After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Ruan Tang pointed to each one, raising the percentage to 50% for each.

A surge of spiritual energy rose from the base of my spine, this time seeping into the gaps between my bones and drilling into the deepest part of my body, causing a tingling and itchy sensation.

Her breathing suddenly became erratic.

The heat passed through her waist, around her lower abdomen, and sank down, flowing to her softest spot.

She felt as if she were immersed in warm water, her whole body burning up from head to toe.

Ruan Tang lay on the bed, her fingers gripping the pillow so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

It felt like something was regenerating inside my body.

Those are bones, a place of even greater shame.

The pure white body was burning hot, and the petals slowly unfolded.

The girl felt a soreness and bloating deep in her lower abdomen, as if something was stirring inside, or as if someone was brushing a feather back and forth across the most tender part of her body.

Her toes curled up, her calves straightened, and her knees unconsciously came together and then relaxed.

The tank top was soaked with sweat and clung to her back, outlining the shape of her shoulder blades.

She turned her face to the side, burying half of it in the pillow, and let out a very soft, muffled groan.

She was soft and fluffy, with a charm she herself was unaware of.

My body felt like it had been squeezed all over again from the inside.

She could feel it contracting and opening, like a flower breathing, with a subtle tingling sensation that shot from the base of her spine all the way to the back of her head.

She bit her lip, until it was swollen and red as if it were about to bleed.

"Tangtang! Are you alright? Why are you reacting so strongly?" the system's childlike voice called out in a panic.

Ruan Tang couldn't hear what it was saying.

Her consciousness was consumed by the changes within her body.

Those attributes not only change appearance, but also inner qualities.

A subtle fragrance wafted through the air; her natural scent seemed to emanate from her very bones.

She possessed an innate allure, a natural charm that emanated from her.

The winding corridors, the spring waters and the fragrant valleys—these are things she was born with, but which she doesn't understand, and they are growing anew in the deepest part of her being.

With each breath, she could feel the flowers opening and closing.

She clutched the pillow, her waist twisting unconsciously, the hem of her tank top rolling up above her waist, revealing a section of her fair and tender waist.

After an unknown amount of time, the spiritual energy transformation finally subsided.

Ruan Tang lay on the bed, panting heavily.

He was soaked in sweat, his tank top clung to his body, and even the bed sheet was damp with sweat.

She propped herself up and sat up, her legs still weak, and walked to the mirror.

The girl in the mirror had a flushed face and her lips were swollen and full from being bitten so hard.

She has a beautiful appearance, and her bone structure is even more charming, making it impossible to look away.

She turned to look at her back, her hips were round and full, and her waist was deeply sunken.

That face was both innocent and alluring, as if it had just been pulled out of a love affair.

"Tangtang, you're so different now," the system whispered, its childlike voice filled with amazement.

Ruan Tang lowered her head and smelled her wrist; a very faint fragrance emanated from her skin.

"I've heard of these attributes before in the valley, but I didn't know I had them," Ruan Tang said, her voice softer and more languid than before.

"Now I can easily find out how tempting it is for men just by doing a quick online search."

She lowered her hand and stared at herself in the mirror.

The system asked, "So, Tangtang, what are you planning to do now?"

Ruan Tang said, "I have already shown him how smart I am. The next step is to change his mind and make him see me as a woman."

"After all, a man's tolerance for pets and subordinates is different from his tolerance for women."

"If I can't break through this boundary, no matter how beautiful I am, or how many tricks I have to play the victim and manipulate men, it's all useless."

-

At 11 p.m., the steam in the bathroom on the second floor of the flower shop had not yet dissipated.

Ruan Tang sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a bathrobe when her phone vibrated.

She picked it up and saw it was a message from Wen Yan: "Did you apply medicine to your neck?"

Ruan Tang stared at the message for two seconds, then typed a reply: I've applied it, thank you senior.

After sending the message, she put her phone on the bedside table.

Wen Yan is much easier to deal with than Si Lin.

A playboy always has three parts patience and seven parts interest when it comes to beautiful women.

She doesn't need his true feelings; all she needs to do is maintain her fragile and pitiful persona and keep an ambiguous distance from him.

It can both arouse Si Lin's desire to conquer and successfully complete the cannon fodder mission, killing two birds with one stone.

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The next morning, Ruan Tang went to school with a ribbon around her neck to cover the marks from the pinch that hadn't faded yet.

But when I arrived at the classroom, the atmosphere was a bit off.

Immediately, murmurs arose: "The secretary of the deacon council has arrived."

"What secretary? Isn't she just a lackey?"

"I heard she got a scolding from Young Master Si yesterday. The mark on her neck hasn't faded yet, judging by the silk scarf she's wearing."

Ruan Tang ignored him and walked to the last row to sit down.

She had just taken out her textbook when Fang Zhaoyang, who was in front of her, turned around with a mocking look on his face. "Ruan Tang, I heard you were scared out of your wits in the library? You were squatting in the corner with your legs trembling, and Si Lin had to drag you away?"

Several boys next to him started laughing.

Fang Zhaoyang continued, "I thought the secretary of the deacon was quite capable, but it turns out he's just a spineless coward."

Ruan Tang completely ignored him.

Fang Zhaoyang stood up, hands in his pockets, tilting his head to look at her. "What's wrong? You've gone so far as to fawn over Si Lin that you won't even give your old classmate a second glance?"

A short-haired guy next to him chimed in, "What secretary? Just a lackey. I heard he got a beating from Young Master Si yesterday?"

Fang Zhaoyang scoffed, "I thought she was so glamorous. So what if she's pretty? She's still treated like a dog."

Some people in the classroom laughed out loud, some lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, and some turned around to look at Ruan Tang.

Ruan Tang stopped and turned around.

She walked up to Fang Zhaoyang and slapped him across the face.

The laughter in the classroom stopped abruptly.

Fang Zhaoyang's head was knocked to the side by the blow, and his glasses were askew.

He froze for a moment, then whirled around. "You dare hit me?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Ruan Tang's voice was soft, but her tone was cold.

"If I hear you utter even half a swear word again, it won't just be a slap."

The short-haired guy realized what was happening, stepped forward, and yelled, "Who the hell are you hitting—"

Ruan Tang slapped him again.

The short-haired boy stumbled, covered his face, and looked utterly incredulous.

Ruan Tang looked at Fang Zhaoyang, "You caused an accident at the library gathering, hiding in the back and letting others fall in front of you, and now you have the nerve to gossip here?"

"Is it shameful?"

Fang Zhaoyang's face turned bright red, and he clenched his fists.

As soon as Lin Xiaokui entered, seeing the tense scene, she rushed over and stood in front of Fang Zhaoyang, calling out, "Ruan Tang!"

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her face was full of anger. "What right do you have to hit me?"