Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

She has tried it before.

In the stillness of the night, she transformed into human form, pressed herself against him, and rubbed against him, using all the natural allure of the fox clan.

But he was either fast asleep and unresponsive;

Or he would push her away half-asleep, muttering, "Little Bai, stop itching."

The worst time was when, half-asleep, he mistook her for a blanket and wrapped her up with his hands and feet.

Then he continued snoring, which made her so angry that she almost revealed her true colors and bit him.

What Lu Xueqi said is true.

Cruel, but true.

"You seem to know him quite well." Xiaobai's voice turned cold, tinged with annoyance at being exposed.

"But so what? Knowing doesn't mean you own."

Time is on my side. I have plenty of patience; I'll wait and see.

If one year isn't enough, try ten; if ten years isn't enough, try a hundred.

And you, Lu Xueqi, how long can you wait for him? Wait for him to realize it? Wait for him to suddenly 'fall in love' with you? Don't dream about it.

"I don't need to wait."

Lu Xueqi said calmly. She bent down slightly and carefully placed Jiang Xiaochuan in her arms on the bed—in the empty space next to Xiaobai.

Her movements were gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness she displayed when facing Xiaobai.

After putting him down, she carefully tucked the blanket around him, her fingertips brushing against his slightly furrowed brow, as if trying to soothe his worries.

After doing all this, she straightened up and faced Xiaobai again. Their gazes clashed intensely in the air, separated by Jiang Xiaochuan lying between them.

"Because I will catch him." Lu Xueqi looked at Xiaobai with a firm gaze as unwavering as the Tianya Sword on her back.

"Just like in my past life. No matter if he's clueless, slow-witted, or running away, once I've made up my mind, I won't let go. Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times... until there's only me in his eyes and heart, and no room for anyone else."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute determination to cut off all escape routes.

"You slept for nine years, and I missed nine years. So what?"

She leaned slightly closer to Xiaobai, the two of them so close they could feel each other's cold breath.

"From this moment on, every nine years he spends with me will be mine. You will never have another chance."

Looking at her face so close to his, and at the burning, almost destructive flame in those icy eyes, Xiao Bai felt a chilling, almost terrifying sensation for the first time.

This woman was crazier, more ruthless, and more...dangerous than she had imagined. She wasn't there to fight for what she wanted; she was there to declare ownership.

"Oh,"

Xiaobai suddenly laughed, her laughter a little dry. She leaned back and resumed her languid posture.

Only the sharpness in his eyes remained undiminished.

"That's too much to say. Lu Xueqi, don't forget, he's not an object. He has his own thoughts and his own choices. No matter how tightly you hold on, can you bind a person's body or their heart?"

"His heart should have been mine long ago."

Lu Xueqi straightened up, no longer looking at her, her gaze falling on Jiang Xiaochuan's sleeping face, her eyes filled with undisguised, deep love and possessiveness.

"He just doesn't know it yet, or... he doesn't dare to know. That's okay, I'll tell him, once, twice, a thousand times, ten thousand times. With words, with actions, and with all the days to come."

She paused, as if only then remembering that Xiaobai was still there, glanced at her with a condescending look, and her tone returned to its usual cold and distant:

"Now, please leave. He needs to rest. He has to practice tomorrow in preparation for the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament."

This was a blatant dismissal, delivered in the manner of the hostess.

Little White didn't move.

She looked at Lu Xueqi, then at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was sleeping soundly beside her, even smacking his lips slightly and unconsciously snuggling closer to her because of the warmth and familiar scent of the bed. The anger and resentment in her heart suddenly subsided a little, turning into a complex emotion that was almost pity.

Poor little Chuan Chuan, being targeted by such a stubborn and domineering woman, his days are unlikely to be peaceful.

However… she looked up and met Lu Xueqi's icy gaze. Who was really that much better than whom? Hadn't she also come with her own obsession, proceeding cautiously step by step?

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Xiao Bai suddenly agreed readily. She slowly sat up, her bare feet touching the cold ground. Her large inner garment slipped down with the movement, revealing more of her fair skin, but she didn't care at all.

She walked up to Lu Xueqi; the two were about the same height and their eyes were level.

"However, Lu Xueqi,"

Xiao Bai looked at her, his silver pupils gleaming faintly in the shadows, carrying an ancient, worldly-wise indifference and a hint of warning.

"Don't go too far."

Love isn't about conquering territory; if you push too hard, the rope will break.

You know better than I do what kind of person he is.

If you really scare him away, or... hurt him, do you think you can handle the consequences?

Lu Xueqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Xiao Bai said no more, turned around, and walked barefoot silently towards the door.

The moonlight cast a long shadow of her back, her silver hair cascading down her back, her white clothes loose. She should have looked disheveled, but instead, she exuded a breathtaking, decadent beauty.

She paused at the door, but without turning around, she simply uttered a casual remark:

"Oh, right. The bed is yours. But..." She turned her face to the side, revealing half of her stunningly beautiful features, and a cryptic smile played on her lips.

"Habits are a terrible thing. A habit formed over nine years cannot be replaced just like that. The night is still long, Fairy Lu, sweet dreams."

After saying that, she vanished into the night outside the door in a flash, like melting snow, leaving no trace.

Only a faint, moist scent of hers remained in the air.

Lu Xueqi stood still, motionless.

The moonlight quietly enveloped her, outlining a serene arc on her straight back.

Xiaobai's last words were like a fine thorn, piercing the hardest layer of ice in her heart. Habit...nine years...

She slowly exhaled, and the white mist quickly dissipated in the cool moonlight.

Then she turned around, walked to the bedside, and sat down.

The warmth and dampness of Xiaobai's body still lingered on the bed, mingling with Jiang Xiaochuan's clean and familiar scent, creating a peculiar and ambiguous atmosphere.

She reached out and gently brushed her fingertips across Jiang Xiaochuan's cheek; the touch was warm and his skin was smooth.

He was fast asleep, completely unaware of the silent tension between the two women. He just unconsciously wrinkled his nose, as if he had smelled something he didn't like in his dream.

As Lu Xueqi looked at his sleeping face, her cold gaze gradually melted, transforming into unfathomable tenderness and a hint of almost imperceptible weariness.

She won the confrontation tonight, using her strength and confidence to force Xiaobai to back down.

But she knew in her heart that this war was far from over.

Xiao Bai is not Tian Ling'er. She has lived for too long, is too cunning, and has too much patience.

She's like a hunter lurking in the shadows, never giving up easily.

There's still one month until the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament.

And in the shadows, there is Biyao, who has also been reborn, wielding the Bloodthirsty Bead and the Hehuan Bell, with unfathomable thoughts.

The road ahead is shrouded in mist, and powerful enemies lurk all around.

but……

Lu Xueqi leaned down and placed a very light and quick kiss on Jiang Xiaochuan's lips, carrying an undeniable sense of possession and cherishment.

They parted after a fleeting touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet it stirred endless ripples in her heart.

Her gaze fell on her fingertips—where the lingering touch of the strand of hair she had cut from her own hair and tied for him that evening remained. She gently tightened her grip on her fingers, as if grasping some invisible bond.

She will never let go again, no matter what.

She could win in her past life, and she will never lose in this one.

No one can take him away from her again.

The night breeze, carrying the chill of late autumn, blew in through the open door, causing the oil lamp on the table to flicker.

Lu Xueqi got up, walked to the door, and gently closed it, shutting out the cold wind and prying eyes from outside.

Then, she walked back to the bedside, lay down beside Jiang Xiaochuan fully clothed, and gently pulled him, along with the blanket, into her arms through the thin quilt.

Just like many years ago, when they had just gotten together, she was always afraid that he would run away, and she could only feel at ease if she held him like this at night.

A familiar warmth and scent enveloped me, carrying a reassuring power.

She closed her eyes, gently buried her face in the crook of his neck, and felt his steady breathing and heartbeat.

This time, I will defend it better.

She said it silently in her heart.

Outside the window, the moon was high in the sky, and the Milky Way was desolate. The night at Dazhu Peak was deep and quiet, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only on the distant kitchen rooftop, a white shadow almost blended into the night quietly swept by, landing lightly on the highest bamboo shoot on the back hill, swaying gently in the wind.

Xiao Bai sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her silver hair and white clothes fluttering in the night breeze. She gazed at the tightly closed door and the faint, peaceful light shining through the window paper for a long, long time.

Then, she sighed softly, the sigh dissipating in the wind without a trace.

"What a...crazy woman," she muttered to herself, unsure whether she was referring to Lu Xueqi or herself.

But a faint, complex smile slowly curved at the corners of his mouth.

The game seems to be getting more and more interesting.

She looked up at the dark night sky to the north, towards Fox Ridge Mountain. Biyao…you must be getting impatient too, right?

The wind grew stronger, and the sound of the bamboo forest rustling in the wind was like a mournful lament, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.