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

Lu Xueqi sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at him for a while, and then quietly took off her outer clothes and shoes, leaving only her inner garment. She lifted the other corner of the quilt and lay down as well.

The bed wasn't big, and the two of them lay down very close together.

Lu Xueqi turned to face him; darkness was the best cover.

Lu Xueqi turned to face his sleeping silhouette and looked at it for a long time. Then, she stretched out her arm and very gently and slowly wrapped it around his waist.

Her fingers first touched the soft fabric of his undergarment, then the warm body beneath it. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she slowly drew him into her arms, following the lines of his waist.

His body was more robust than she had imagined.

She pulled him closer to her, pressing his back against her chest. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and she could feel him... every contour of him was clearly visible.

A strange and scalding heat instantly coursed through her body, her cheeks burning and her heart pounding like a drum. She bit her lip and buried her face in the back of his neck.

Her skin there was smooth and carried his unique, clean scent, mixed with a hint of soapberry fragrance. She gently rubbed against it, her nose brushing against the fine downy hair on the back of his neck.

Then, she made an even bolder move—lifting one leg and gently placing it on his waist, a position that allowed her to completely envelop him, like vines entwining trees, like seawater submerging rocks.

Her knee accidentally brushed against the outside of his thigh, and through the fabric, she could feel the firmness and warmth of his leg muscles.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to sense something in his sleep, mumbled something, and unconsciously moved. Lu Xueqi's body stiffened, and she held her breath, but he simply found a more comfortable position in her arms, leaned his head back, and rested it on the soft spot of her chest.

The sensation of that instant sent a shiver through Lu Xueqi's body. A strange, sharp pleasure, mixed with immense shame, struck her hard.

She closed her eyes, buried her face deeper into his hair, and tightened her arms around him. A voice inside her said: Yes, that's it. You are mine, and you can only be mine.

Her hand, which had been resting lightly on his waist, slowly moved down, pressing against his flat, firm abdomen through his undergarment. The temperature there was higher, rising and falling slightly with his steady breathing. Her fingertips twitched, as if she wanted to probe a little further down, but she stopped herself. No, she would scare him. She had to take it slow.

She just hugged him like that, her legs wrapped around his, her hands pressed against him, and her face buried in his.

Mark him with every inch of her body, possess him. In the darkness, a near-obsessive, satisfied smile curved her lips. The sting that Biyao felt when she said "we shared a bed for more than a month" was now replaced by a deeper, almost vengeful pleasure.

Look, he's sleeping in my bed now, being held by me. His breath, his body temperature, his unconscious dependence—all of it is mine. What do your "unavoidable" past matter?

She didn't do anything wrong; she was just taking back what he was supposed to give her.

The person in her arms seemed to be sleeping even more soundly, breathing evenly and deeply, his body completely relaxed as he nestled against her. Lu Xueqi also closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against his slightly cool hair, feeling the heavy, reassuring weight against her chest.

……

Its daybreak.

Lu Xueqi woke up.

She always wakes up quietly, her eyes opening first, and then her consciousness slowly rising from deep sleep. The first thing she feels is heaviness; her left side, from her shoulder to her waist, feels heavy, carrying a considerable weight. She pauses for a moment, then turns her head to the side.

It's Jiang Xiaochuan.

He lay on his side facing her, one arm across his body, wrapped loosely around her waist. His head was tilted slightly, his bangs a little messy, scattered around her neck. With each breath, the strands of hair gently tickled her skin.

He was sleeping soundly, his brows relaxed, and a faint, almost unconscious smile seemed to linger at the corners of his mouth. In the morning light, his face was fair and gentle, devoid of his usual lazy and playful demeanor, leaving only a quiet, almost youthful air.

Lu Xueqi stared at him for a long time.

A warm, overwhelming joy surged within him, like a mouthful of scalding honey poured into him in the dead of winter, making his heart tremble. He hugged her back.

It wasn't just her clinging to him; it was him, unconsciously in his sleep, reaching out his arms and embracing her.

This joy lasted only a short while before it was pierced by something heavier and sharper.

Did he hold Biyao like this in the Dripping Blood Cave, the Black Stone Cave, and Changhe City?

In those dark days and nights when she didn't know about them, when it was just the two of them, did he also unconsciously tighten his arms in his sleep, holding the girl in green even tighter in his embrace?

Is Biyao also like her now, waking up, afraid to move, afraid of disturbing him, just quietly watching his sleeping face, her heart filled with huge, secret joy?

This thought was like a cold needle, piercing the softest part of her heart unexpectedly, causing her breath to catch in her throat. The warm joy that had just surged up instantly cooled down, mixed with an indescribable bitterness and sadness.

She raised her hand, her fingertips hovering in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and then very lightly, very lightly, placed her hand on his brow bone.

Following the clear lines, she slowly traced them. The eyebrows weren't particularly thick, but the shape was good; the nose was straight and of moderate size; the lips... Lu Xueqi's gaze lingered there.

His lips were pale in color and clearly defined. They were slightly closed at the moment, and the faint curve at the corners of his mouth gave him an almost innocent and gentle appearance.

She looked for a moment, and then, as if bewitched by something, or as if she had accumulated too many unreleased emotions, she slightly raised her head, leaned over, and very quickly and lightly touched those pale lips.

Instantly separate.

Like a feather brushing across the water, it doesn't even have time to create ripples.

Lu Xueqi's cheeks flushed instantly, and her heart raced. She immediately lay back down, held her breath, and listened intently. Jiang Xiaochuan's breathing remained steady and long; he hadn't woken up. She breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a strange sense of loss.

She couldn't lie there any longer; she had to get up before he woke up, before this awkward yet sweet secret moment was exposed.

She tried, gently, to move his arm away from her waist.

It hasn't been moved.

He was fast asleep, but her arms were wrapped tightly around him. She tightened her grip, but hesitated for fear of waking him. In that brief moment of struggle and pause, the person in her arms suddenly stirred.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to feel uncomfortable in his sleep, and unconsciously frowned. He rubbed his head against her neck, looking for a more comfortable position. His nose brushed against the skin above her collarbone, and his warm breath sprayed into her sensitive neck.

Then, he yawned slightly, his eyelids fluttered a few times, and he groggily opened his eyes.

My vision was initially blurry, then it became focused.

Lu Xueqi's face was so close to mine. Her clear eyes reflected my own dazed, just-woke-up self. The air was filled with the cool scent of cedarwood emanating from her, mixed with a faint, warm breath that belonged to a young girl.

His arm... was still wrapped around her waist, and through the thin undergarment, he could clearly feel the slenderness and warmth of her waist.

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank for a moment, as if it had gone "buzz".

Immediately afterwards, an even worse sensation came from below.

A distinct, cool, and sticky sensation.

His mind exploded with a "boom." Fragments of the chaotic, beautiful dreams from last night, filled with the warmth of body heat and the sound of panting, surged up uncontrollably. The face in the dream was clearly the same cold and beautiful face in front of him, now tinged with a faint blush.

He held Lu Xueqi and slept through the night.

He dreamt about it.

The object of his erotic dream was Lu Xueqi.

These realizations struck him like a series of thunderbolts, leaving him utterly terrified. It felt like the sky had fallen, the earth had caved in, and the world was ending.

He recoiled as if burned by a hot iron, jerking back as if electrocuted, nearly tumbling off the narrow bamboo bed.

"I, I, I..." He opened his mouth, his face was deathly pale, and he stared at Lu Xueqi, unable to utter a single complete word, leaving only meaningless monosyllables.

Lu Xueqi was taken aback by his violent reaction. She then sat up, her pale white inner robe slightly open at the collar, revealing a small section of her delicate collarbone, which was dazzlingly white in the morning light.

She tidied her slightly disheveled hair, her face expressionless except for the lingering blush at the base of her ears. Her tone sounded relatively calm, but upon closer listening, one could detect a very subtle unnaturalness:

"Awake? Last night... I was so sleepy, I accidentally..." She paused, not finishing her sentence, her gaze falling on his terrified face.

She was so tired that she accidentally fell asleep, so sharing a bed was just an accident, and the responsibility lies with her.

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind was in complete turmoil. Hearing her say this, the overwhelming guilt that had risen within him because of his "filthy dreams" and "beastly behavior" instantly found an outlet.

Yes, he took someone else's bed, leaving them nowhere to sleep and forcing them to "accidentally" squeeze in with him. He even had that kind of dream about her, and in the morning he... he was still holding her tightly!

"I'm sorry!" he blurted out without thinking, his voice urgent and loud.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have slept so soundly. I shouldn't have... I didn't mean to, really, Xueqi, please, please don't misunderstand, I, I..."

He was incoherent, wishing he could bang his head on the ground to prove his innocence (although he seemed to have no innocence left to speak of), and naturally took all the blame upon himself.