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

He took the Mystic Fire Mirror and handed it to Xiaobai.

"Here, take this back."

Xiao Bai didn't take it. She just stared at the jade ring with a calm, almost empty gaze. After a while, she looked up at Jiang Xiaochuan and asked, "What would I do with this?"

"These are your things," Jiang Xiaochuan said, extending his hand forward further.

"My things?" Xiaobai repeated, the faint curve of his lips now carrying a hint of mockery, whether mocking him or himself, it was unclear.

Xiaobai still didn't accept it. She looked at the jade ring with a complicated expression, as if she were looking at an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time but who was now unrecognizable.

"What would I do with this?"

She whispered, as if asking herself, "Three hundred years... because of it, the fox clan was almost... wiped out. In these three hundred years, I don't know how many times I've regretted it. If I had known it would turn out this way, I would have preferred to have done it in the first place..."

She didn't say anything more, just shook her head, hugged her knees tighter, and buried her face in them a little.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't retract his hand; he still held up the Xuanhuo Mirror, the jade ring in his palm quietly radiating warm light, reflecting off his bloodless fingers.

"Take it. It's yours, so it's yours. Whether you want it or not, and what you do with it, is your business, but I can't take it."

Xiao Bai lifted her eyes from her arms to look at him. The boy's face was somewhat blurry in the dim light of the Xuanhuo Mirror, but his eyes were clear and stubborn.

She looked at him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you know what this is?"

"Mysterious Fire Mirror," Jiang Xiaochuan said.

"Do you know what it's used for?" Xiaobai asked again.

Jiang Xiaochuan thought for a moment: "You can set it on fire? It'll be quite warm."

Xiao Bai almost laughed out of exasperation at his answer.

She sat up straight, stared at him, and said, word by word, "The Mysterious Fire Mirror, the essence of all fires, is already a rare pure yang treasure in the world. If it is combined with the Eight Fiends Mysterious Fire Formation under the Mysterious Fire Altar in Burning Incense Valley..."

She paused, her voice carrying a cold, sharp edge that Jiang Xiaochuan had never heard before: "It has the power to destroy the world."

Jiang Xiaochuan said "Oh," his expression didn't change much, and he even nodded.

"And then?" he asked.

Xiao Bai paused for a moment.

Jiang Xiaochuan pushed the Xuanhuo Mirror forward even further, almost touching her nose.

"Comrade Xiaobai," he began, his tone surprisingly serious, with a hint of lecturing, "I'm telling you, you have a problem with your ideology. You're always talking about destroying the world. What's the point of all this fighting and killing? My dream is world peace."

He added, "Then lie down properly."

Xiao Bai was completely stunned. She looked at the serious face of the young man in front of her, then at the treasure in his hand that was enough to cause a bloodbath in the world, and then at the expression on his face that said, "Your thinking is wrong, you need to change it." For a moment, she didn't know how to react.

This person... is really a strange person, no, not even a strange person, just a... odd, incomprehensible little guy.

After a long while, she sighed softly with a hint of helplessness, reached out, and took the warm jade ring.

It felt heavy in my hand, with the slight coolness of a young man's palm and the enduring warmth of the jade itself. Three hundred years of imprisonment, three hundred years of burning pain, three hundred years of hatred and regret seemed to be condensed in this small ring.

"Let's just say it's..." she whispered, stroking the ancient flame totem on the jade ring, "I'll keep it for you."

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"Whatever you want," he said, turning to pull his hand back and put on the clothes he was wearing.

Just then, Little White suddenly moved.

Without warning, she leaned forward, her moon-white skirt brushing against the bluestone slabs, creating a soft rustling sound. Her breathtakingly beautiful face rapidly approached in Jiang Xiaochuan's suddenly widened pupils.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze.

Almost reflexively, he jerked back!

The movement was too fast, and his back slammed against the cold stone slab, making him wince in pain, but he couldn't care less at the moment. His mind went blank, filled with Lu Xueqi's cold face and that sudden, bloody, forceful kiss.

Not again?!

His hair stood on end, and he instinctively raised his hand to shield himself, his voice trembling: "What are you doing?!"

Xiaobai stopped, no more than a foot away from him. He could smell her faint, cool scent, somewhat like pine branches after a snowfall, with a touch of strange sweetness.

She watched him, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy and almost jumping up. A fleeting glint flashed in her alluring eyes, like surprise, or perhaps... understanding.

She didn't move any closer, but remained in that slightly forward-leaning posture, looked at his flustered face for a moment, and then stretched out her arms.

It wasn't a kiss.

It was a gentle, tentative hug.

Her arm wrapped around his shoulder, very lightly, almost without force. Her moon-white sleeve slipped down, revealing a section of her fair wrist, dazzlingly white in the dim light. Her chin rested gently on his bare shoulder, which was only covered by an outer robe. Strands of her hair fell down, brushing against the side of his neck, tickling him slightly.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, like a stone.

The tip of my nose was filled with her pleasant scent, cool and refreshing yet warm, and I could feel the soft, feminine touch through her thin clothes.

"You..." He opened his mouth, his throat was dry, his mind was blank, and only one thought lingered:

It's not Lu Xueqi...

But it seems... even more terrifying!

Lu Xueqi was at least direct and forceful, but this one...

What is this? A gentle trap?

"Don't treat your savior like this..." He heard his own dry voice, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as he tried to struggle. His arms twitched, but he didn't dare to push him away forcefully.

The wound on my back stung as the fabric rubbed against it.

Xiaobai didn't say anything, she just quietly hugged him.

Her breath was soft, brushing against the skin of his neck, warm, and the strength of her embrace was so light, as if it would shatter if she exerted any force.

But it was precisely this gentle, non-aggressive approach that made Jiang Xiaochuan feel uneasy, yet he didn't know what to do.

The embrace didn't last long, maybe only a few breaths, maybe a dozen. After what felt like an hour to Jiang Xiaochuan, Xiaobai let go and stepped back.

She sat back in her original spot, still with her knees drawn up to her chest, but with her head slightly tilted to look at him.

His gaze held a hint of inquiry, a hint of curiosity, and a barely perceptible... interest?

Jiang Xiaochuan reacted as if he had been burned, suddenly moving back and frantically pulling up his slipped collar and haphazardly tying the straps back on.

His face flushed slightly. He didn't dare look at Xiaobai, his gaze drifting to the dark shadows of the trees beside him, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

The night wind blew by, carrying ashes, and in the distance, the light of a magical artifact flashed by before disappearing.

Seeing his expression, Xiaobai's faint smile seemed to deepen slightly. She suddenly spoke, her voice soft and tinged with amusement: "Xiao Chuan Chuan, you're blushing."

"Who, who's famous!" Jiang Xiaochuan almost jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his voice rising in pitch.

"I'm so hot! This godforsaken place is so dusty and choking!"

"Oh," Xiaobai responded, drawing out the last syllable, clearly not believing it.

Her gaze swept across his face, then fell on his haphazardly tied sash, which was crooked and knotted into a tight knot.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt uneasy under her gaze, and that feeling of discomfort returned.

He coughed, trying to change the subject and regain some ground. His eyes darted around, avoiding Xiaobai, and he muttered, "Besides, you've been locked up for three hundred years. You haven't bathed in three hundred years, have you? I don't know how much... uh, old grime you have on you. I... I'm disgusted by it."

The more he spoke, the more convinced he became of his point, and his voice grew louder. He even deliberately wrinkled his nose: "Besides, I've heard that foxes all have a bit of... well, body odor. Do you have it?"

He had barely finished speaking when he sensed something was wrong.

Because the faint smile on Xiaobai's face vanished instantly.

"Jiang, Xiao, Chuan," she said slowly, each word distinct, her voice still gentle, but with a hint of icy sharpness.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong, and he got up to slip away.

But he was fast, and Xiaobai was even faster.

The moment he made a move, a pale white shadow flashed before his eyes, carrying a cool, sweet fragrance that rushed towards him.

He instinctively leaned back, but his feet slipped on the uneven cobblestones and he fell backward.

Xiaobai seemed surprised by his incompetence, or perhaps she only intended to pinch his ear or give him a slap, but when she saw him fall backward, she instinctively reached out to pull him up.

The result is—

"Ouch!"

"Um……"

Two muffled groans rang out almost simultaneously.