Quick Transmigration: Help, something is wrong with the Main leads!

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The sharp sting of morning sunlight pierced through the curtains, illuminating a room filled with remnants of a night they'd both rather forget. Li Weiwei groaned as she blinked herself awake. Her head throbbed, and her memories from the previous night crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Beside her, He Jian lay in a deep slumber, Li Weiwei's first instinct was to slip away quietly, pretending it had never happened. But as she slowly eased out of bed, a voice shattered the silence.

"Where are you going?"

Startled, Li Weiwei turned to find He Jian watching her, his expression conflicted. His cold facade had melted last night, replaced with a warmth that had taken her by surprise. It was a side of him she'd never imagined existed.

"I... I was just going to freshen up," Li Weiwei stammered.

He Jian sat up, his gaze unwavering. "Weiwei, we need to talk."

She hesitated, the weight of their night together pressing on her. She didn't want to face the reality of it, didn't want to acknowledge that she'd let her guard down with the most unapproachable guy in school.

"What's there to talk about?" Li Weiwei tried to dismiss the matter.

He Jian eyes bore into hers. "This wasn't just some random thing."

Her heart raced as he nodded, the intensity in his gaze unyielding. "I don't want to pretend this never happened. I want to be responsible for my actions."

Responsibility was a foreign concept in Li Weiwei's world. She was used to running from her problems, not facing them head-on.

"Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want to do?"

He sighed in relief, "First, let's start by acknowledging what happened last night."

"It's nothing, it was just a mistake, you're drugged. We should treat it like nothing happened." Li Weiwei blurted out.

Li Weiwei couldn't escape the heavy feeling that hung in the air as she reluctantly acknowledged the events of the previous night. Her initial denial had left a dark shroud over the room, and a palpable tension simmered between her and He Jian.

The boy, who had previously worn his emotions on his sleeve, now seemed shrouded in an impenetrable darkness. His aura, once warmed by their connection, was now chillingly distant. The transformation was striking, and it sent shivers down Li Weiwei's spine.

"He Jian," she began cautiously, "I didn't mean to deny it but it's just... it's all so overwhelming."

His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now a stormy sea of uncertainty. "Overwhelming? Or regretful?"

Li Weiwei winced at the accusation, but she knew she had to be honest. "I've never been in a situation like this, and I don't know what to do."

The room felt suffocating, the unresolved tension building like a storm about to break. He Jian, still shrouded in that dark aura, finally spoke, his voice edged with bitterness.

"If that's what you want, what choice do I have."

Li Weiwei couldn't help but be confused in the situation, it looks like she is the scum between them. Her instincts to protect herself had led her to deny what had transpired between them.

In the wake of their heart-to-heart conversation, Li Weiwei had been relieved that He Jian had seemingly accepted her denial of their previous night's encounter. However, what followed was unexpected and disheartening.

The boy who had shown a glimpse of warmth, who had been willing to take responsibility for his action, had now retreated into his former cold and aloof demeanor. His once-piercing eyes were now empty, and he seemed to wear a permanent mask of indifference.