Chapter 25: A Night of Passion
"Do whatever you want," huh? He was in her body—if he did anything reckless, she would be the one suffering the consequences.
Without hesitation, Hoàng Hải Vân rushed to the door, locked it, and firmly said:
You're not leaving. We need to talk.
Trần Ngọc Linh raised an eyebrow in mild surprise but quickly smirked. Taking slow, deliberate steps toward her, he casually ran a hand over the hem of his dress and teased:
I get it. You want us to "talk" in your way, right?
Hoàng Hải Vân stiffened, her pulse quickening. She immediately swatted his hand away and moved aside.
Stop joking around! I'm serious.
Seeing her tense reaction, Trần Ngọc Linh let out a small chuckle and finally settled into a chair, gesturing for her to continue.
She took a deep breath and said,
I don't want to stay in your body either. It's uncomfortable. We need to find a way to switch back.
Trần Ngọc Linh nodded nonchalantly.
Fine by me.
But before that happens, I need you to promise me something.
A knowing smile crossed his lips as he leaned back lazily.
Let me guess. You want me to swear not to kill anyone?
Hoàng Hải Vân nodded without hesitation.
For a moment, he said nothing, simply lifting his hand and gazing at it—long fingers, flawless skin. It was a beautiful hand, almost a shame if it were ever stained with blood. Then, he spoke, his voice calm and composed:
I can agree to that… but only if you give me something in return.
Her stomach tightened.
What do you want?
Trần Ngọc Linh closed the distance between them, his dark eyes holding hers captive.
Don't worry, I won't ask much. Just… let things happen naturally.
A heavy silence fell between them. Hoàng Hải Vân could feel her pulse drumming in her ears. She knew better than anyone—Trần Ngọc Linh wasn't the type to make compromises without reason.
He was in her body. She was in his. No matter how much she resisted, their fates were now tangled together.
She hesitated. If he was going to be in her body, then the safest option was to keep him under her watch.
Under the dim glow of the lanterns, the night unfolded in a blur of sensations—warmth, breathlessness, an undeniable pull neither of them could resist.
Before everything faded into a haze, she whispered one last plea:
Promise me… don't use my body to do this with someone else.
Through ragged breaths, Trần Ngọc Linh's voice broke through the silence:
Of course… I won't.