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

Before I leave, I want to hear you call my name once. Just once.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face was still red, but his heart softened a little.

He turned his face away and whispered, "No... this is too strange, I'm not Wa-junior..."

"Who is Junior Brother Wa?" Lu Xueqi asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"Nobody!" Jiang Xiaochuan quickly replied, inwardly cursing himself for letting something slip.

Lu Xueqi didn't delve into it, but simply looked at him quietly, a hint of moisture slowly rising in her clear, cold eyes.

She didn't speak, just looked at him, her eyes slightly red, her lips gently pursed. Her usual aloof and unapproachable demeanor had faded, revealing a vulnerable and broken side beneath.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt as if something had gently pricked his heart. It didn't hurt, but it felt sour and astringent, a little uncomfortable.

Lu Xueqi looked at him for a while, then suddenly withdrew her hand from the wall, turned around and walked to the bedside. She squatted down, pressed a spot on the bed board, and took out a small object wrapped in silk. She walked back and handed the silk package to Jiang Xiaochuan.

She said softly, "It's for you. I prepared it a long time ago. I originally wanted to give it to you on your birthday, but I have to go into seclusion and can't wait."

Jiang Xiaochuan stared blankly at the silk bag, but didn't take it.

Lu Xueqi didn't urge him, she just held it, her fingers slightly curled. She looked at him with a serious expression, still carrying the lingering, broken glimmer of water from before.

Jiang Xiaochuan sighed inwardly and reached out to take it. The silk was soft, still warm from her fingertips.

He opened it, and inside was a jade ruyi. The jade was warm and smooth, slightly cool to the touch, and the carving was exquisite; it was clearly no ordinary item.

"This is too valuable, I can't accept it," Jiang Xiaochuan quickly pushed it back.

Lu Xueqi didn't answer, but just looked at him, her eyes reddening even more, her lips pressed even tighter, and the tears in her usually cool eyes grew stronger, as if they were about to overflow at any moment.

She didn't say anything, she just looked at him.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart softened, and that bittersweet feeling welled up again. He tightened his grip on the jade ruyi, looked down at its warm, smooth color, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he whispered, "...Thank you."

Lu Xueqi's eyes brightened, the tears quickly disappeared, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards into a small arc.

She leaned closer, almost touching him, her voice lower and hotter: "So... can I call out now?"

Jiang Xiaochuan: "..." He knew it!

He looked at Lu Xueqi's face, so close to his, filled with expectation and a hint of cunning, then at the warm, smooth jade ruyi in his hand, and his heart was in turmoil.

Calling out doesn't seem like a big deal, does it?

Anyway, she was the only one who heard it.

But this title is just too... too embarrassing!

"Can...can we change to another one?" Jiang Xiaochuan tried to bargain, his voice growing softer and softer.

Lu Xueqi tilted her head, seemingly deep in thought.

Sunlight streamed through the windowpane, illuminating her profile, her long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on her cheek. She thought for a moment, then said, "Then... shall I call you 'wife'?"

Hong Li clicked her tongue in her mind.

Jiang Xiaochuan ignored Hong Li and only looked at Lu Xueqi.

My wife... seems a little better than my mother? But... she's still just as shameful!

He remained silent for a long time. The bamboo hut was quiet, and he could hear the two of them breathing and his own heart beating faster and faster. No, it must be the bead in his chest beating faster.

Lu Xueqi didn't urge him, but waited quietly. Her gaze fell on his face, tracing his eyebrows, nose, and lips inch by inch. Her gaze was focused and soft, like warm water, enveloping him little by little.

Hongli, with her legs crossed in her mind's eye, clicked her tongue and said, "Go ahead and call out! What are you standing there for? The girl has already said all this, that she hasn't seen him for years since he went into seclusion, and that she wants to hear something nice before she leaves. Is this how you act, all coy and hesitant?"

Jiang Xiaochuan roared inwardly, "Shut up! Do you know what that title means?!"

Hong Li: "What does it mean? It means your relationship is officially settled, kid. Let me tell you, in this world, if a girl dares you to call her that, she's risking her life, reputation, and honor on you. Who is Lu Xueqi? The top disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, the future head disciple, a once-in-a-century genius of Qingyun Sect. For her to let you call her that is to drag herself down from her pedestal and drag her into your muddy waters. And you're still being coy?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned.

He looked at Lu Xueqi, who was quietly looking at him, her eyes still red, the tears shimmering in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.

The light filtering through the windowpanes behind her made her look like a snow lotus standing on the edge of a cliff—breathtakingly beautiful and breathtakingly lonely.

Hongli's voice lowered, carrying a rare seriousness: "Go ahead and call out. Don't let me down."

Jiang Xiaochuan took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision, and whispered, "You... lower your head."

Lu Xueqi obediently bent down and leaned closer to him. Her hair fell down, brushing against his cheek, carrying the cool scent of bamboo leaves.

Jiang Xiaochuan tiptoed and leaned close to her ear. Her ears were very white, with small, delicate earlobes that had a faint pink tinge. He was so close that he could smell her distinct body fragrance.

He opened his mouth, but his voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

After saying that, he quickly pulled his head back, his face burning hot, his ears so hot they could boil an egg. He didn't dare look at Lu Xueqi, and stared at his toes with his head down, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Lu Xueqi's eyes curved into crescents, and she took advantage of the situation, moving even closer until they were almost touching his ear, her warm breath brushing against his sensitive earlobe: "Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again, louder, with more emotion, like you're really calling me 'wife'."

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly looked up and stared at her.

She had a smile on her face, her eyes were bright, and the corners of her mouth were curved; her smile was so bright it was almost dazzling.

He suddenly felt like he'd been tricked, and enraged, he disregarded any sense of shame and reached out to push her: "Lu Xueqi, you!"

Lu Xueqi was pushed back two steps by him, but he ignored her and chased after her, continuing to push her while shouting, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Lu Xueqi retreated while laughing, not fighting back, but watching his exasperated look, the smile in her eyes grew stronger. When she reached the edge of the bed, she seemed to lose her balance, her body swayed, and she fell backward.

Jiang Xiaochuan instinctively reached out to pull her, but tripped over something—

"what!"

He fell forward, landing squarely on top of Lu Xueqi. In his panic, his right hand instinctively braced itself downwards—

It feels warm, soft, plump, and incredibly elastic to the touch.

Through the thin fabric, you can clearly feel the soft contours beneath and... astonishing size.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze.

My mind went blank. All shame and anger vanished, leaving only the warm, soft touch of my palm and the slight, elastic undulations under my fingertips.

So soft...so big...I can't hold it in one hand at all...

He stared blankly down at his hand pressed against Lu Xueqi's chest. Under the moon-white Taoist robe, the bulge was slightly deformed by his pressure, and the heat from his palm seeped through the fabric, making his fingertips numb.

Time seemed to stand still.

The bamboo hut was so quiet that he could hear the wind rustling through the bamboo leaves outside the window, and his own heart pounding louder and louder—was it his heartbeat, or the bead of bloodlust beating? He could no longer tell.

Then, he suddenly realized what had happened, jerked his hand away as if burned by a hot iron, rolled off Lu Xueqi, and scrambled to his feet, his face flushed red, stammering, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I-I-I-I..."

Lu Xueqi sat up, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, her face still flushed, and looked at him, suddenly asking, "How does it feel?"

Jiang Xiaochuan: "!!!"

His face flushed bright red, and he stammered, "W-what did it feel like? I don't know, I... I didn't feel anything!"

"Really?" Lu Xueqi raised an eyebrow, slowly lowered her head, and glanced at the slightly wrinkled fabric on her chest.

"But you pressed pretty hard just now."

She looked up at him, a mischievous smile in her eyes: "And, it seems... I even pinched it?"

"I didn't!" Jiang Xiaochuan jumped up and down in a panic, his ears turning bright red. "It was an accident, an accident! I... I didn't mean to!"

"Whether it was intentional or not, who knows?"

Lu Xueqi stood up, walked to him, leaned down slightly, and whispered close to his flushed face, "However, since you touched me, you have to take responsibility for me."

Jiang Xiaochuan: "!!!"

"Call me 'wife' one more time," Lu Xueqi looked at him, her eyes curving like crescent moons, "or I'll tell Master you touched me..."

"No!" Jiang Xiaochuan was so frightened that he lunged forward without thinking and covered her mouth.

He pressed his hand against her soft lips, warm and moist, carrying the heat of her breath. He recoiled as if burned, his face turning even redder, his ears burning red.

Lu Xueqi didn't struggle even though he covered her mouth; she just looked at him with a smile that was almost overflowing in her eyes.

Once he released her grip, she slowly asked, "Will you call me or not?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, then at the hand that had just covered her mouth. His mind was a mess. Resigned, he lowered his head and said quickly in an almost inaudible voice, "...My wife."

"Mmm," Lu Xueqi responded, her voice filled with a satisfied smile.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." She said, stepping back to make way for the door. "Go back. Master and Mistress must be getting impatient."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned to open the door. Just as his hand touched the latch, he heard footsteps behind him.

Lu Xueqi caught up from behind and hugged him tightly.

She held him tightly, her arms wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against the back of his neck, her warm breath brushing against his skin. She could feel the stiffness in his body and his slight trembling.

"Wait for me," she whispered in his ear, her voice soft and earnest, warm and gentle, each word etched into his ears, "When my cultivation is a little higher, I will marry you."

After saying that, she turned his face, lowered her head, and gave him a light and quick kiss on the lips. The soft lips touched briefly and then parted, warm and carrying her unique cool fragrance.

Then she let go, took a step back, looked at him, her eyes bright, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely stunned, staring blankly at her, his mind a complete blank. The soft touch on his lips was still there, like a feather brushing against him, itchy and tingling.

"Go ahead," Lu Xueqi said, opening the door for him.

Jiang Xiaochuan floated away like a ghost, his feet feeling like they were stepping on cotton.

Jiang Xiaochuan ran a dozen steps, then, as if possessed, turned back for a glance.

The bamboo hut door was still open, and Lu Xueqi's figure leaning against the door was somewhat hazy in the afternoon sunlight. Then, he saw a glimpse of a moon-white garment flash by at the corner of the bamboo path next to him.

It is Master Shuiyue.

Jiang Xiaochuan's legs buckled, and he almost fell.

Master Shuiyue…you were outside the whole time? Then…those things they said behind closed doors…“Call me wife…“I’ll marry you…”

His vision went black, and he felt social death beckoning him. He dared not linger any longer and scrambled away.

They've gone mad, they've really gone mad.