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

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine, but forced himself to say, "I don't know, maybe it's some kind of evil magic."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Xueqi suddenly moved again. This time she was even faster, pressing her fingers directly onto his left chest.

Jiang Xiaochuan was startled and instinctively tried to back away, but Lu Xueqi was faster than him. Her fingers were already pressed against his chest through his clothes.

It wasn't too light or too heavy, but it made the hairs on his body stand on end.

Lu Xueqi pressed down, her brows furrowing more and more, and her fingertips even pressed down slightly.

Jiang Xiaochuan could feel the warmth of her fingertips, and below, his own bead—or perhaps it should be called… his heart?—was beating wildly and erratically, thump-thump-thump.

"...Strange," Lu Xueqi said softly, as if talking to herself.

"How can you jump so fast?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaochuan.

They were so close that Jiang Xiaochuan could see her long eyelashes and the clear look of confusion in her eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan's throat tightened, and he said, "...Senior Sister Lu, could you...could you loosen your grip?"

Lu Xueqi seemed to just realize what was happening. She curled her fingers and withdrew them, her face expressionless, though her ears appeared slightly red.

She sat up straight, looked away, and stared at the sword tassel on the table.

Jiang Xiaochuan quickly moved back a little, creating some distance, and pressed his hand against his chest, feeling that thing still bouncing around like crazy.

He cleared his throat, trying to change the subject: "Um... the sword tassel, I just made it on the spot, it's a bit ugly, please don't mind..."

"Yeah, ugly," Lu Xueqi said without any politeness.

Jiang Xiaochuan choked, swallowing back all the words he was about to say. Although he knew she was ugly, hearing her say it so bluntly still made him feel a little... embarrassed.

He reached out to take the sword tassel back: "Or I can take it back and do it another day..."

Lu Xueqi was faster than him; with a flick of her finger, she grabbed the crooked blue sword tassel in her hand.

"There's no reason to take back something you've given away."

She stood up, walked to the wall, and took down the Tianya Divine Sword that was hanging there.

The dark blue blade shimmered with a watery sheen under the light.

She lowered her head, her fingers deftly tying the sword tassel to the end of the hilt, making a knot, and pulling it tight.

The blue tassels hung down, contrasting with the dark blue blade... actually, it wasn't that bad. At least the colors matched quite well.

Lu Xueqi tied it up, hung Tianya back up, turned to look at him, and said, "Next time, make something nicer."

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at the divine sword on the wall, now adorned with a crooked tassel, and was a little confused.

So... he accepted it? And they even made an appointment for another time?

He coughed lightly, his gaze wandering, and when he caught sight of the dark sky outside the window, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, on that stormy night a few days ago, were you... still afraid of thunder?"

Lu Xueqi was walking back to the bedside when she heard him and paused, glancing at him sideways. Moonlight streamed in from the window, illuminating half of her face, making her incredibly beautiful.

"I'm not filming anymore. I'm not afraid anymore," she said, her voice calm, but the corners of her lips seemed to curve slightly.

She sat down, looked up at him, and said, "Do you know? A few days ago, my master passed on to me the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. Holy crap, the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique!

He forced a smile and said, "Huh? Then... at the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament five years from now, aren't I going to be chopped into a charcoal by you? If you ask me, Senior Sister, how about... we just cancel that six-year agreement?"

He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. Sure enough, Lu Xueqi's face darkened instantly, and her cold eyes stared at him as if they were frozen.

"You dare? Either fight in five years, or fight now. Choose."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine and quickly waved his hand.

"Just kidding, just kidding! Senior Sister, you've just mastered your skills and are full of vigor. How could I possibly spoil your fun? We'll fight, of course we'll fight! In six years... no, in five years, at the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, we'll have a proper fight."

Lu Xueqi's expression softened a little, but she remained tense, snorted, and turned her gaze away.

The room was quiet for a while.

Lu Xueqi suddenly spoke again.

"You were truly shameless during that sparring session four years ago."

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback, then realized she was referring to the time when he tripped her up and won when she was eight years old. He felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

"That... youthful arrogance, youthful arrogance..."

Lu Xueqi said, "Then you avoided me for three years. Do you know how I spent those three years?"

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He did it on purpose, not wanting to have too much interaction with Lu Xueqi, so he kept avoiding her until he got really annoyed. So one time he stopped avoiding her and made an appointment to fight at the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament. He thought that in a few years, maybe she would forget about it by the time the tournament started.

pity……

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Who asked for your apologies?" Lu Xueqi said quickly, turning her face to the side, where her jawline was clearly visible.

"The Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament, let's have a good fight. Before that..."

She paused, then lowered her voice.

"Don't die. Like this time... I..."

The rest of the words were left unsaid and dissipated into the air.

He looked at her profile, the outline of which was reflected in the candlelight. The lines seemed softer than usual, yet also more stubborn.

"Try," he heard himself say, "try not to die."

The room fell silent again, this time a heavy silence that made one's chest feel tight. Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't sit still any longer and stood up. "Well... I'll head back now. As for my master's wife..."

"Wait a minute," Lu Xueqi called out to him.

Jiang Xiaochuan turned around.

Lu Xueqi also stood up, walked up to him, and looked at him.

Her gaze swept over his head, and her brows furrowed again.

"My hair is so ugly."

Jiang Xiaochuan: "..."

Lu Xueqi ignored his expression, turned around, took a pair of scissors from the drawer, and pointed to the chair in the room, saying, "Sit down."

Jiang Xiaochuan was a little confused, but he still obediently sat back down.

Lu Xueqi went around behind him and gently brushed aside his uneven short hair with her fingers.

Click.

The scissors grazed the scalp, and a slightly longer strand of hair fell down.

Click, click.

The sound was very soft and crisp.

Lu Xueqi's movements were slow but steady; her fingers pinched his temples, and the scissors traced along his skin, feeling cool to the touch.

Jiang Xiaochuan stiffened his neck, not daring to move.

The candlelight cast the shadows of the two people on the wall, one large and one small, very close together.

In the shadows, Lu Xueqi lowered her head slightly, raised her arm, and focused intently on trimming.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood ramrod straight in the shadows, like a wooden stake.

The scissors stopped. Lu Xueqi turned to the front, examined it for a moment, seemed satisfied, and nodded. She then took a small bronze mirror and handed it to him.

Jiang Xiaochuan took the mirror and looked at himself.

It definitely looks much better now. Before, it looked like a dog had chewed it, but now, although it's still short, it's neat and tidy.

He put down the mirror and said sincerely, "Thank you, senior sister, your skills are excellent."

Lu Xueqi didn't reply. She put the scissors back in the drawer, turned her back to him, and said, "You should keep your hair long. It looks better when it's long."

Jiang Xiaochuan touched his prickly short hair and laughed, "Then we'll have to wait a few days."

He stood up, looked at the stray hairs scattered on the ground, and squatted down to pick them up.

Lu Xueqi said, "Leave it there, I'll do it."

No, no, I'll do it myself.

Jiang Xiaochuan, feeling embarrassed, quickly gathered his stray hairs, hastily wrapped them in the oil paper used to wrap osmanthus sugar, and stuffed them into his pocket. (The smell of osmanthus sugar mixed with the smell of his hair was a bit strange.)

He walked to the door, put his hand on the latch, and looked back once more.

Lu Xueqi was still standing by the table, facing him sideways, her eyes downcast, her expression unreadable.

"Then I'm leaving."