Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

Biyao watched his series of movements without saying a word. After he lay down, she moved over, stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his waist, and pressed her face against his chest.

After hugging for a while, she suddenly exclaimed "Eh!", raised her head, touched his chest with her hand, and then touched her own face.

"Why are you so warm?"

Before, holding him felt like holding a block of ice; now, even through my clothes, I can feel his warm body temperature—not hot, but definitely comforting.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the top of the tent, the Xuanhuo Mirror was pressed against his chest, and its warmth seeped out slowly, gently soothing his body that had been frozen for too long.

Biyao didn't get an answer, so she stopped asking and leaned her head back against the wall. Warmth was always better than cold.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of their breathing. The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the room followed suit.

After a long while, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly spoke, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse in the dim light.

"Biyao".

"Um."

"Don't tell your father about the Mystic Fire Mirror."

Biyao didn't answer immediately. She blinked in the darkness, and then chuckled very softly.

The laughter made Jiang Xiaochuan's heart tighten. He turned his head and looked at her in the dim light. Biyao was also looking at him, her eyes sparkling in the darkness, with a hint of cunning and something indescribable.

"Don't worry," she said softly, her breath brushing against his chin, "I won't tell my father."

Jiang Xiaochuan just breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as you," Biyao continued, slowly and clearly, word by word, "stay obediently by my side."

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped talking. He turned back and stared at the top of the tent again. The top of the tent was pale blue, but in the increasingly dim light, it turned into a blurry gray shadow.

There was another silence, this time even longer.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly moved.

"It's a bit hot, stop hugging me."

Biyao's arms tightened.

"I'm cold."

"..."

After a while, Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to have made a great decision and spoke again.

"Biyao".

"Um?"

"Or... could you tell me about the cultivation techniques of your Ghost King Sect? Or..."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "The second volume of the Heavenly Book?"

Biyao's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

She looked up at his blurry silhouette in the darkness, then chuckled softly, a low laugh carrying a different meaning.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her breath close to his, "Have you figured it out?"

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't answer the question; he simply said, "Just curious, nothing more."

Biyao looked at him for a while, then lay back down, resting her face on his shoulder. She thought, "I'll just talk about a little bit of the basics. Anyway, the cultivation techniques and incantations are profound. He'll only hear them once and he can't possibly remember them all. I'll just... try to make him happy."

She began to speak, her voice low and flowing through the quiet room.

She explained the operation of the basic Qi-refining method of the Ghost King Sect, a few basic spells, and the opening sentences of the second volume of the Heavenly Book, which she barely understood. She spoke very slowly, pausing from time to time to think about her words.

Jiang Xiaochuan listened quietly, his eyes open in the darkness, his mind unusually clear.

Every word Biyao spoke, every key point in the flow of spiritual energy, those profound words that subtly pointed to some kind of origin, were absorbed, understood, and etched into his memory like water flowing into a sponge without any hindrance.

So that's how it is. The methods of the Demonic Sect are indeed different from those of the Qingyun Sect's orthodox Xuanmen.

He silently wrote it down, not missing a single word.

Biyao finished speaking and stopped. The room became quiet again.

She waited for a while, but didn't get a response from Jiang Xiaochuan. She thought he was confused or had fallen asleep, so she gently shifted her position, trying to find a more comfortable one.

The moment my hand moved, it was held down.

It was Jiang Xiaochuan's hand; his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat and were warm.

Biyao was taken aback.

Then, she felt Jiang Xiaochuan's other hand also grab her wrist, his fingers gripping hers tightly.

"Don't move."

Biyao blinked; she didn't move, but she also didn't pull her hand away.

Two seconds later, she suddenly chuckled softly, and then gently scratched his palm with her fingers.

Jiang Xiaochuan tensed up.

Biyao's hands began to wander again, slowly moving upwards along his arm.

"Biyao." Jiang Xiaochuan's voice deepened.

Biyao remained silent, her hand continuing to move, her fingertips touching the warm skin of his neck.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly moved. He rolled over and pinned Biyao down in the darkness, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand and pressing her legs down with the other.

Biyao gasped and struggled, but couldn't break free. In the darkness, she looked at his face so close to hers, unable to see his expression, but she could feel his breathing was a little rapid.

She suddenly smiled, a triumphant smile, her eyes crinkling, but unfortunately Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't see it.

"Go to sleep," Jiang Xiaochuan said fiercely, then pressed down on her and closed his eyes.

Biyao struggled again, but he held her wrist tightly. She snorted, but didn't move. After a while, she closed her eyes, her lips still curled up.

The two of them lay there, stacked on top of each other, and fell asleep. (Is it really okay to sleep like that?)

……

To the south of Liubo Mountain lies the sea. The mountain is a rocky, gray mountain, bare from the sea breeze.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, more than a dozen caves of varying sizes have been carved out. They are dark and damp inside, with the whistling sound of the sea breeze blowing in.

When righteous people arrived, they thought this place was good, as it provided shelter from the wind and kept them out of sight, so they settled down.

The caves are not too close to each other, and occasionally you can see people going in and out, nodding to each other without saying much.

The outermost hole had a narrow entrance but was more spacious inside. Lu Xueqi sat on a protruding, relatively flat rock, holding the dark red gun in her arms.

The gun was cold and dull, like a stick used for burning.

She held it tightly, her fingers tracing the rough texture of the gun. She stared at it, her eyes vacant, as if trying to see into the metal.

There was no one else in the cave, it was very quiet, except for the whistling wind blowing in from the cave entrance.

When Wenmin came in, this was the scene she saw.

Lu Xueqi sat in the darkness, holding a gun, her back ramrod straight, like a jade sculpture, only her hair fluttering gently in the wind.

Wenmin sighed inwardly, walked over quietly, and sat down beside her.

"You've been watching all day, take a break." Wenmin's voice was gentle, and she placed her hand lightly on her shoulder.

Lu Xueqi didn't move or speak, her eyes still fixed on the gun.

Wen Min followed her gaze and saw that dark brown spot. She paused for a moment, then gently patted Lu Xueqi's shoulder.

"Junior Brother Jiang... he'll definitely be alright," Wenmin said softly, as if she were talking to herself.

"He may seem unreliable, but he's actually quite shrewd. Since he sent a message saying he's alright, then he's alright. We should trust him."

Lu Xueqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, very slightly, but Wen Min noticed it.

"He told me to wait," Lu Xueqi said, her voice a little hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time. "I'll wait."

Wenmin felt a lump in her throat and quickly turned her face away. After a while, she turned back, her face once again displaying that gentle smile.

"Yes, we'll wait," she said, taking her hand off Lu Xueqi's shoulder and pulling out an oil paper package from her bosom. Inside were two still-warm pancakes.

"Eat something first. You must be tired after dealing with those evil cultists all day."

Lu Xueqi shook her head.