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

In a remote valley in southern Xinjiang.

Night had fallen, and stars were scattered across the dark blue sky.

Deep in the valley, there was a small hot spring, with steam rising and white mist swirling in the air, shimmering hazily in the moonlight.

The spring water bubbled and steamed, making one's skin feel hot.

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely immersed in the warm spring water, with only his shoulders and above exposed. The water vapor dampened his short black hair, which stuck to his forehead.

He leaned against a smooth stone by the pool, his eyes closed, his face showing a long-lost, complete relaxation. The water rippled gently, brushing against his skin, bringing a delicate touch. The Xuanhuojian on his chest was pressed against his skin, warm and cozy, seeping warmth into his limbs and bones, dispelling the damp chill of the southern border night, and keeping his originally icy body temperature in a comfortable, warm state.

The spring water reached his chest, and the steam blurred the view underwater. Only his smooth-lined shoulders and neck, and his skin slightly red from being soaked in the hot water, were visible.

"Tsk, not bad figure, little master." Hong Li's lazy voice rang in his mind, with undisguised teasing.

"That slender waist, those collarbones, those legs, those hands... Once I have a body, I'll definitely... hehehehe."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't even blink, pretending not to hear. Over the past two years, he had long since gotten used to Hong Li's occasional nonsense.

"If Xiao Bingbing saw you like this, tsk tsk, she'd probably have a nosebleed," Hong Li continued to nag, her tone teasing.

"If she came out of seclusion and saw you roughened up by the winds of southern Xinjiang, wouldn't she feel sorry for you? Oh no, she'd probably rather pin you down somewhere and give you a thorough 'check,' to see if you're missing a piece of flesh..."

"Sister Hongli," Jiang Xiaochuan finally spoke, his voice hoarse from the steam, tinged with helplessness, "Could you please be quiet for a while? Let me soak for a bit."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore," Hong Li replied, her tone still carrying a smile.

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes again, letting the warm spring water envelop him.

This time, when he came down the mountain, he didn't rush to Fenxiang Valley, nor did he immediately inquire about Xuanhuo Altar. After traveling for almost a month, he was covered in dust and wanted to rest first. He had discovered this hot spring by chance; it was secluded and quiet, just right.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into that warm and comfortable place.

A sudden change has occurred!

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his control over his body was instantly stripped away, as if his soul had been violently ripped from his body and thrown aside, leaving him only able to "watch" helplessly.

Looking at his own body, still leaning against the rock, his closed eyes slowly opened.

His eyes, once open, lost their usual laziness and clarity, replaced by a strange, languid charm tinged with a nonchalant smile.

He lowered his head, examining his body submerged in the water with great interest. His gaze slid down the smooth lines of his shoulders and neck, past the hazy outline of his chest beneath the surface, and then…

"!!!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's consciousness was suddenly struck by lightning!

"No! No! Let go! Sister Hongli, let go!"

He screamed wildly in his mind, trying to regain control of his body, but the suction was like a cold iron clamp, locking him firmly in place, unable to move.

An indescribable current, a mixture of shame and unfamiliar stimulation, surged up my spine and to the top of my head!

Jiang Xiaochuan felt like he was going crazy. His mind was trembling, and tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring his vision.

"It feels alright."

Hong Li manipulated his body, even adjusting her leaning posture with a touch of pleasure, her voice in his mind carrying undisguised amusement and wicked laughter.

"You're just a little too timid; you cried already?"

Only when she sensed Jiang Xiaochuan's trembling and despair on the verge of collapse within her consciousness did Hongli seem finally satisfied, and the cold suction suddenly released.

Control was instantly regained!

Jiang Xiaochuan jerked back to his body, overwhelmed by shame, anger, and helplessness, his vision blurred, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Without a second thought, he practically scrambled out of the hot spring, splashing water everywhere. The cold, damp air instantly enveloped his naked body, sending shivers down his spine, but it couldn't suppress the burning heat on his face and body.

He staggered and fell onto the rock where he had put his clothes, frantically grabbed the Mo Xue sword, and drew it from its sheath with a "clang"!

The cold blade gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight. He gripped the sword with both hands, its tip trembling as it pointed at himself, at the "hateful" "being" within him. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse and broken, tinged with a sob:

"Sister Hongli! If you... if you keep doing this... if you keep doing this without saying a word and suddenly... I'll... I'll..."

He stammered "I'll just" for a long time, a huge sense of shame and grievance stuck in his throat, and finally he could only manage to utter a weak and ineffective sentence: "I'm ignoring you!"

A profound silence filled my mind.

After a long while, Hong Li's voice slowly rang out, still with a smile, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of guilt.

"Oh, are you really angry?"

"What do you think!" Jiang Xiaochuan roared, tears finally streaming down his face, mingling with the hot spring water, making a mess. His hand holding the sword trembled violently.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Hongli's tone softened: "I won't do it again next time, okay? I promise, I won't scare you like that again."

Jiang Xiaochuan was panting, his bloodshot eyes staring into the void, and he didn't say a word.

"However..." Hong Li changed the subject, her tone becoming playful again.

"You just said 'suddenly.' What if... it wasn't sudden?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback.

"That's right, if I tell you beforehand, 'Little Master, your sister wants to touch you,' and you agree, then it's okay, isn't it?" Hong Li lowered her voice, with a hint of coaxing.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed bright red again. He instinctively wanted to retort, but his mind was a mess, the extremely shameful scene and sensation still replaying in his mind. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"See, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes?" Hong Li immediately seized the opportunity, her voice laced with laughter.

"I...I didn't agree!" Jiang Xiaochuan said urgently, but his voice lacked confidence.

"So you don't agree?" Hongli asked, her tone suddenly lowering, tinged with disappointment and a hint of grievance.

"Sigh, that's true. I'm just a bodyless ghost, I've saved you so many times, helped you so much, and now I can't even touch my future husband... What's the point of me living? I might as well just give up..."

As she spoke, the sense of presence in her consciousness actually began to fluctuate slightly, becoming somewhat unstable.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart tightened suddenly. He knew that Hong Li was probably faking it, but what if she was?

She had saved him and helped him. In his heart, she was already a mentor, a friend, and... a kind of intimate presence that was hard to define. He couldn't bear to watch her "disappear."

"You, you mustn't do this!" Jiang Xiaochuan panicked and, forgetting all shame, blurted out.

"I...I didn't say it wasn't allowed, it's just...it just can't be like that!"

The fluctuations in my consciousness instantly stabilized.

Hongli's voice rang out again, tinged with a triumphant, barely suppressed laughter: "So that's acceptable then?"

Jiang Xiaochuan turned his face away, his neck flushed red. His grip on the sword tightened and loosened repeatedly, and finally, in a moment of self-abandonment, he nodded almost imperceptibly, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "...Mm."

"Good girl." Hongli sighed contentedly.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt as if he had been tricked again. He bit his lip in frustration, put away the Mo Xue sword, grabbed some clothes from the ground and put them on. When his fingers touched the warm skin, he pulled them back as if he had been burned. The heat on his face lingered for a long time.

He got dressed, sat on a rock by the hot spring with his knees drawn up to his chest, buried his burning face in his arms, the night breeze blowing through his wet hair, bringing coolness, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness in his heart and that lingering, eerie...sense of relaxation.

Now, although the method was so terrible that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself, that inexplicable irritability and tension seemed to have really... dissipated a lot.

"Feeling better?" Hong Li's voice rang in my mind, this time without the teasing, but with a strange gentleness.

Jiang Xiaochuan stiffened, his face, buried in his arms, grew even hotter, and he remained silent.

"Silly boy," Hong Li chuckled, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Get some rest tonight."

Jiang Xiaochuan gave a muffled "hmm".

He sat on the rock for a while longer, until the heat on his face had subsided, before getting up and walking toward a dry cave he had found nearby.

Lying on the stone slab covered with dry grass, he opened his eyes and looked at the blurry shadows on the cave ceiling. His body was relaxed, but his mind was a little troubled.

Hongli's voice suddenly rang out again: "Speaking of which, Xiaobingbing has been in seclusion for two years. What do you think will be the first thing she does after she comes out?"

Jiang Xiaochuan (pretending to be asleep): ...

Hong Li's voice carried a hint of excitement: "I bet they'll check your cultivation level first. If you haven't reached the Upper Clarity realm, they'll probably punish you. How? Kneel on a washboard? No, there are no washboards on Qingyun Mountain. So... they'll punish you by making you practice swordsmanship with her, and then beat you to a pulp?"

Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but say, "Xueqi would never do that."

"Oh? How will she punish you? Like today, pinning you down and personally 'inspecting' your body? Speaking of which, how far have you two progressed? You've kissed, you've touched, shouldn't the next step be...?"

Jiang Xiaochuan rolled over, his voice slightly embarrassed and annoyed: "Sister Hongli! Go to sleep!"

Hongli suppressed a laugh and said, "Alright, alright, go to sleep. But little master, I'm reminding you, after Xiaobingbing comes out of seclusion, her cultivation level will definitely skyrocket. If you don't work hard, who will be on top in bed later is hard to say."

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes, forcing himself to stop thinking, before his consciousness sank into darkness.

His breathing gradually became even.

Deep in her consciousness, Hong Li "looked" at his peaceful sleeping face and smiled silently.

Silly boy, just you wait. Once I have a body… She licked her non-existent lips, her eyes dark and unfathomable.

There will be times when you cry.