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

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, his movement of pulling at his clothes stopped, as if he had been frozen in place, even holding his breath, but his ears involuntarily perked up, capturing every movement behind him.

There were sounds of water droplets falling, the rustling of clothes, and the very faint "rustling" of bare feet stepping on the damp grass.

The sound, neither hurried nor slow, was coming towards him.

Getting closer.

Jiang Xiaochuan's neck hairs stood on end, his back was taut, and even a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He closed his eyes and prayed to every god and Buddha in the heavens, hoping that the old lady behind him would quickly get dressed or simply disappear.

The footsteps stopped behind him.

A cool, sweet scent, carrying a hint of moisture, wafted over and lingered around my nose, along with... a warm, freshly bathed aroma.

"You're awake."

The voice sounded above my head, very close, soft, with a touch of languor from just having taken a bath, and a hint of... indescribable laughter.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly opened his eyes, but didn't dare to turn around. He stared at the rough, moss-covered tree bark in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as he squeezed out a dry syllable: "...Hmm."

"You're awake, so what? Stop pretending to be an ostrich. Turn around." Xiaobai's voice was filled with more laughter, and a hint of teasing.

Jiang Xiaochuan remained motionless.

"I'll count to three." Xiaobai's voice was still gentle, but there was a different meaning in it. "One."

Jiang Xiaochuan curled his fingers.

"two."

His shoulders slumped down a little.

Before he could even utter the word "three," Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly leaped up from the ground!

His movements were so fast they created a gust of wind. He didn't turn around, didn't look back, and didn't even glance at Xiaobai before taking off running! He ran headlong in the opposite direction of the spring! He didn't care that his black robe was still tangled in the tree roots.

Xiaobai was clearly taken aback by his strong reaction. She froze for a moment, watching the black, slightly thin figure stumble and fall into the bushes. She blinked, and then let out a soft snort from her nose.

"Run?" she muttered to herself, bending down to pick up the black outer robe that its owner had abandoned, and patting off the bits of grass stuck to it.

She had already put on her moon-white dress, but her hair was still wet, clinging to her cheeks and neck. She draped her black robe over her arm and slowly began to walk in the direction Jiang Xiaochuan had fled.

Her steps were light and her landings were silent.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't know how long he had been running.

My mind is a mess, filled with the images I just saw: a hazy figure in the mist, ethereal and beautiful, completely naked... Stop! Stop!

He shook his head violently, trying to shake off the images, his feet moving without stopping, passing through a patch of low bushes, leaping over a babbling brook, and disappearing into a denser forest.

All I want to do is run away, get away from that spring, and get away from that old fox who's thousands of years old and still "disrespectful to his age"!

He ran until his lungs started to hurt, then he slowed down, panting, and stopped, leaning against a large tree. Looking back, he saw only layers of trees and bushes behind him, with no sign of anyone chasing him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, slid down against the rough tree trunk, and gasped for air. The morning air in the forest was crisp and clear, carrying the scent of grass, trees, and earth, which diluted the faint sweet fragrance at the tip of his nose.

He raised his hand and wiped his face.

Thankfully, I shook them off...

The thought had barely formed when a soft, smiling voice rang in his ear:

Why are you running so fast? I'm not going to eat you.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, and he turned his head extremely slowly, one step at a time.

Xiao Bai stood three steps behind him, leaning against another tree, watching him leisurely.

The moon-white dress had dried and draped loosely over her body, making her figure appear even more slender.

Her wet hair was draped over her shoulders, still dripping water, leaving a small, dark water stain on her clothes.

She draped his black robe over her arm, a smile on her face that radiated from her alluring eyes and extended to the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

When did she catch up? How come there wasn't a sound?

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at her, opened his mouth but didn't make a sound. The heat that had just subsided on his face suddenly flared up again, and even the tips of his ears turned red.

"Why are you following me?!"

He finally found his voice, a mixture of anxiety, anger, and embarrassment at being caught red-handed: "I don't have any extra money to support you! I'm dirt poor myself!"

Xiao Bai tilted her head, and her wet hair slid down to her shoulder with the movement.

She looked at him, her smile deepening, as if she had heard something amusing.

"Thank you for saving my life."

She spoke, her voice drawn out, with a deliberately soft and gentle tone.

"I have nothing to repay you with but my own body."

Jiang Xiaochuan: "..."

He looked as if someone had grabbed his neck, his eyes wide open, a breath stuck in his chest, unable to come up or down, his face turning red.

After a long while, he finally caught his breath, pointing at Xiaobai, his finger trembling: "Who...who asked you to repay them with your body! I saved you because...because..."

He argued for a long time without getting to the bottom of it, and finally could only yell in frustration:

"You don't need to repay me! Just staying away from me is the best you can do for me!"

"Oh?" Xiaobai took a step forward, getting closer to him.

That cool, sweet fragrance wafted over again, mixed with moisture, and went straight into Jiang Xiaochuan's nose.

"But I've already decided to follow my benefactor."

She blinked, her long eyelashes like little fans.

"Wherever my benefactor goes, I will go; whatever my benefactor eats, I will eat; wherever my benefactor sleeps..." She paused, then smiled broadly, "I will sleep there."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine and stumbled backward, bumping his back against a tree.

"You, you stay away!"

He said, his voice trembling with fear, "I'm warning you! I'm a disciple of the Qingyun Sect! A righteous person! If you... if you continue like this, I... I..."

"How are you?" Xiaobai took another step closer, almost touching him.

She leaned down slightly, looking at his face flushed with shame and indignation, her breath sweet as orchids:

"You used your Qingyun Sect's Taoist magic to subdue this 'monster'?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was speechless.

He looked at the face so close to his, and saw his flustered expression reflected in her alluring eyes.

A picture suddenly flashed through my mind:

Beneath the Xuanhuo Altar, a giant white fox, covered in wounds, still had clear, bright eyes.

He turned his face away, his voice lowered, tinged with helplessness and a hint of self-abandonment: "I can't take you in. Go away, don't follow me."

Instead of backing away, Xiaobai moved closer, almost touching his ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "What are you afraid of? It's not like we haven't seen it before."

Jiang Xiaochuan's body stiffened.

"Back in the Xuanhuo Altar, when I first escaped, I wasn't wearing anything."

Xiao Bai's voice was light and soft, with a hint of laughter, like a feather brushing against the ear.

"My benefactor didn't even blink at that time, and even the clothes I'm wearing were given to me by him."

She paused, then added, "Although the material is a bit cheap and the style is outdated."

Jiang Xiaochuan's ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and his neck was also flushed.

"I...I didn't mean to!" he cried, trying to explain. "The situation was urgent! I...I closed my eyes! I closed them halfway!"

"Oh?" Xiaobai drawled, "You only closed half of it... Well, you still watched it."

She straightened up, crossed her arms, and looked at him with a composed expression.

"So what if you saw it? I'm not blaming you. Anyway..."

She looked him up and down, her gaze sweeping over his slightly disheveled undergarment from running, lingering particularly on the small patch of collarbone exposed by the slightly open collar, before slowly saying:

"You have a good figure, although you're a bit short and thin, you're still quite well-proportioned, so it's not a bad look."