Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Yan Zhen responded and ignored Bian Yuan's frantic attempts to signal her not to leave, quickly entering the kitchen.

Only Zhou Rang and Bian Yuan remained in the courtyard.

Faced with Zhou Rang's cold expression, Bian Yuan shrank back, feeling like a little dog whose master was not around, wishing he could tuck his tail between his legs and admit defeat.

“Bian Yuan, right?” Zhou Rang mimicked the way Bian Yuan had hugged Yan Zhen earlier, draping his arm over Bian Yuan’s shoulder and gripping the back of his neck with his hand.

Their posture suggested they were good buddies, but their tone betrayed a completely different story: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Zhou Rang was half a head taller than Bian Yuan, and his hands were also bigger. Bian Yuan suddenly had the feeling that if he said the wrong thing, Zhou Rang would not hesitate to snap his neck the next moment.

He hunched his shoulders, his face stiff, feeling the death threat coming from the back of his neck, and cautiously shook his head.

"Can you cook?" Zhou Rang asked again.

Bian Yuan shook his head again, shrinking into a trembling quail.

"She doesn't like men who can't cook. You have no chance, understand?"

Bian Yuan nodded sheepishly, "I understand, I understand."

"That's good. Stay away from her." Zhou Rang patted his shoulder, gave him a threatening look, and then turned and went to the kitchen.

Bian Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, then waved his fist at Zhou Rang's back with a hint of resentment.

He only dared to bully him like this because Ming-jie wasn't around.

In front of Sister Ming, he was as timid as a mule.

Zhou Rang thought that after warning Bian Yuan, he would restrain himself.

But as night fell, Bian Yuan went to the rooftop to continue filming, while Zhou Rang and Yan Zhen watched a movie in the living room. While Yan Zhen went to the bathroom, her phone, which was on the coffee table, kept ringing with message notifications.

Zhou Rang glanced at the lit-up phone screen. It was a message from Bian Yuan, with more than ten pictures at the beginning and the last one being text.

—Sister Ming, we've run out of mosquito coils. Do you have any more downstairs?

As Zhou Rang watched the screen gradually dim, he suddenly felt irritable.

He had planned to endure these few days until Bian Yuan left.

But he and Ming Yiwei added each other on WeChat.

This kid is glib and smooth-talking; all sorts of sweet words just keep popping out of his mouth like they're free.

She was about the same age as Ming Yiwei, and the two had common topics. Every time they got together, they would chat and laugh.

What if this guy leaves Yudao Island but continues to seduce Ming Yiwei on WeChat? Will she be seduced?

Thinking of this, Zhou Rang couldn't sit still any longer.

He placed his phone screen-down on the coffee table, took out mosquito coils from the drawer, and walked towards the rooftop.

When they got upstairs, Bian Yuan was adjusting the equipment. Zhou Rang tossed the mosquito coil aside and left without waiting for Bian Yuan to thank him.

When Zhou Rang went downstairs, he didn't rush back to the living room to watch the movie. He stood in the yard for a while, then suddenly walked out of the yard and headed towards the back of the house.

There are many mosquitoes on the island, so the landlord installed a mosquito-killing lamp behind the house.

This lamp, which emits a purple-blue light, can attract not only mosquitoes but also moths. However, moths are large and the lamp is ineffective against them.

That kid Bianyuan is allergic to moths.

Zhou Rang walked to the back of the house, hesitated for a moment, and thought to himself, "As long as I can get rid of that kid, that will be fine."

He turned on the mosquito-killing lamp in the darkness.

Back in the living room, Yan Zhen had already come out of the bathroom: "Where did you go?"

Zhou Rang remained expressionless: "Bian Yuan wants mosquito coils, I'll bring them to him."

Yan Zhen was surprised. Didn't Zhou Rang have a grudge against Bian Yuan? Why would he kindly send him mosquito coils?

It wasn't until she picked up her phone and saw the message on the floating screen that she realized that if Zhou Rang didn't deliver it, then she would have to.

Zhou Rang guessed it was to prevent her from meeting Bian Yuan alone on the rooftop.

Thinking about this, she found it somewhat amusing.

"So, do you get along well with Bian Yuan?" Zhou Rang suddenly asked.

Yan Zhen looked up and saw that Zhou Rang looked a little uncomfortable, his little thoughts written all over his face.

"He studied photography, and I studied fine arts. We have things in common in terms of composition and color, so we can say we have common topics."

Yan Zhen spoke tactfully, but Zhou Rang frowned even more deeply: "I don't know who he is. Don't trust him easily and tell him everything."

Yan Zhen nodded: "Okay."

After watching a movie, it was getting late, so Yan Zhen went back to his room to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Yan Zhen's door was suddenly knocked on urgently: "Sister Ming! Sister Ming!"

Yan Zhen was woken up by the noise. When he turned on the light and opened the door, he saw that Bian Yuan, who was standing outside, had red rashes on his hands and face, and his face was visibly swelling up.

"There are so many moths outside, and I'm having an allergic reaction again." Bian Yuan was in great discomfort, constantly scratching his rash. "Do you have any allergy medication?"

Yan Zhen frowned, turned around decisively to grab a flashlight and phone, then pulled Bian Yuan out: "Your allergy is too severe. Just taking allergy medicine won't work. Come with me to the clinic right now for an allergy shot."

Severe allergies can be life-threatening.

As the two walked out, Zhou Rang in the next room was awakened. When he saw Yan Zhen holding Bian Yuan's arm and then saw Bian Yuan's face swollen like a pig's head, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "I'll go with you."

Without delay, Yan Zhen called his landlord to borrow his electric scooter.

While waiting for the landlord to bring the electric scooter, Yan Zhen noticed that there were many moths hovering on the roof, several times more than usual.

Why are there so many moths tonight?

She remembered that when she first moved here, the landlord had mentioned that there was a mosquito killer lamp behind the house, but it was best to close the window screens if she turned it on at night, as the mosquito killer lamp would attract moths.

The landlord arrived quickly. After Yan Zhen walked out of the yard, he glanced at the back of the house and saw the faint light of a mosquito-killing lamp coming from there.

She immediately understood what was going on.

Riding a small electric tricycle, Yan Zhen took Bian Yuan to the clinic as quickly as possible. The landlord had called the doctor in advance, and the doctor had just gotten up. When he saw Bian Yuan's condition, he was shocked.

While quickly preparing the medicine, she asked, "How could you have such a severe allergic reaction... Hey, stop scratching, you'll ruin your face if you keep scratching."

This was the first time Bian Yuan had suffered like this. He was in so much pain that his voice was trembling with tears: "It hurts so much if you don't scratch me, doctor, please help me!"

"Where were you earlier? You should have taken medication as soon as you noticed the allergy. You only came now that it was so serious. If you had come an hour or two later, none of the medicine on the island would have been able to save you!"

Bian Yuan was stunned, and his face turned pale with fright.

Yan Zhen also frowned deeply.

The doctor gave Bian Yuan an allergy shot and prescribed intravenous medication for him. After a whole night of this, Bian Yuan finally fell asleep on the small bed in the clinic.

The clinic was filled with the mixed smell of medicine and disinfectant, which Yan Zhen didn't like, so she went outside for some fresh air.

A little while later, Zhou Rang also came out, and the two leaned against the railing outside.

Yan Zhen remembered the mosquito-killing lamp behind the house, thought for a moment, and then said, "Brother Zhao, Bian Yuan has paid the rent."

"Ok?"

“I’ve collected the rent, so we’ve established a rental relationship. I have to ensure his safety for these three days,” Yan Zhen said softly. “Severe allergies can be life-threatening. Don’t do anything so dangerous again.”

Zhou Rang's expression changed.