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

He tried to move, but Xiaobai held him tightly. He struggled slightly, and Xiaobai hummed in response. Instead of letting go, Xiaobai snuggled closer to him and tightened its embrace.

Jiang Xiaochuan was stiff all over and dared not move. He could feel the softness and warmth of her body, and smell her cool, sweet fragrance mixed with the warmth unique to sleep.

He stared wide-eyed at the roof, his mind a complete mess.

Just then, Xiaobai woke up.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat hazy. When she saw Jiang Xiaochuan's face so close to hers, she paused for a moment, then smiled—a lazy smile, with a husky quality from just waking up.

"Good morning, my little husband." Her voice was soft and smiling.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, his throat dry, his voice trembling slightly: "You... what are you doing here?"

"You're asking me?" Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, tracing circles on his chest with her finger. "Who was it that dragged me out of bed last night and held me tightly in their arms, huh?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed red: "I...I didn't!"

"Nothing?" Xiaobai sat up, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and looked at him leisurely. "Then how come I'm in your bed now? Did I sleepwalk and crawl in by myself?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was speechless. He did remember that he seemed to have grabbed something last night, and then... He looked at Xiaobai with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Xiaobai looked at his flustered appearance, a sly glint flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it. She lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and said in a low voice with a hint of grievance, "Last night... you hugged me so tightly. I wanted to break free, but I was afraid of hurting you, so I... I just let you hug me."

Jiang Xiaochuan was struck dumb, completely stunned. He... he really did that? He pulled Xiaobai down to sleep while she was asleep and held her in his arms? And... and...

"I...I didn't mean to..." His voice was dry, his mind a complete mess. "I was dreaming, I..."

"Dreaming?" Xiaobai looked up at him, her eyes watery. "What did you dream about? Did you dream about...me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her face so close to his, her charming eyes reflecting his flustered state. He opened his mouth, wanting to say "no," but the words caught in his throat. He turned his face away, not daring to look at her.

Looking at his bright red ears and tightly pursed lips, Xiaobai's mischievous thoughts intensified, but she didn't press him further. She simply sighed softly, reached out, and ruffled his hair.

"Never mind," she said, her voice softening, "I already hugged her, it's not like I'm losing anything, but..."

She looked into his eyes: "Don't do it again. If you do it again, I'll really get angry."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, nodded, and said in a muffled voice, "Mm."

Xiaobai smiled, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. Very lightly, very quickly.

"Okay, get up." She said, getting out of bed, putting on her shoes, and walking to the window to open it. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the dusty room.

Jiang Xiaochuan was still sitting on the floor, staring blankly at her back. The spot on his face where she had kissed him felt a little hot and numb. His mind was a mess.

He raised his hand and touched his lips, where a slightly unfamiliar, soft, and warm sensation still lingered.

He suddenly grabbed Xiaobai's hand, placed it on his own face, and then, holding his own hand, slapped himself hard across the face.

The crisp "snap" sound was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Xiaobai was stunned. She turned around and looked at the red mark that quickly appeared on Jiang Xiaochuan's face, and his clear but confused eyes.

"What are you doing?" She frowned and tried to pull her hand away.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't let go, he just looked at her, his voice a little hoarse: "Hit her again."

Xiaobai stared at him for a long time. She saw the struggle, confusion, and a trace of pain in the boy's eyes that she couldn't understand. Suddenly, she understood something.

She didn't say anything, but obediently raised her hand and gave him another slap. The force wasn't strong, but it hurt enough.

"Smack."

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes, his face burning, but the inexplicable irritation and guilt in his heart seemed to have... lessened a bit.

He released Xiaobai's hand, lowered his head, and said softly, "Thanks."

Xiaobai looked at him without saying a word. She reached out and gently stroked the red mark on his face, her fingertips feeling slightly cool.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, without looking at her.

Xiao Bai laughed, pinched his other, unswollen cheek, and teased, "What, do you have this fetish? Do you like being hit?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's face turned red to his ears. He glared at Xiaobai, pushed her hand away, and got up to put on his clothes.

"You're the one with the weird fetish!" he said, his voice muffled as he turned his back to her.

In her mind, Hong Li said, "Listen to my advice, you're only twenty. Don't live like an ascetic. Lu Xueqi is good, Biyao is not bad either, and this vixen... is quite interesting too. Since fate has pushed them into your life, why insist on choosing one?"

Jiang Xiaochuan responded in a low voice in his mind: "You mean..."

Hongli replied decisively, "I want them all!"

Jiang Xiaochuan choked.

Hong Li said matter-of-factly, "Don't glare at me, I'm serious. In the cultivation world, strength is paramount. Aren't strong people having three wives and four concubines? Which of the leaders of the Qingyun Sect doesn't have a few confidantes in secret? Cough cough, anyway, you have the Bloodthirsty Pearl, the Taiji Xuanqing Dao, the Ink Snow Sword, and I, your powerful mentor, you're bound to become a great power in the future. What's wrong with having a few more wives?"

Hong Li said earnestly, "Lu Xueqi is your white moonlight, you have to cherish her; Biyao is your cinnabar mole, you have to love her; this fox spirit is a treasure you picked up, you have to pamper her; oh right, there's also your childhood sweetheart Tian Ling'er~, as long as you have the ability to make them coexist peacefully—"

Jiang Xiaochuan interrupted Hongli: "How can we coexist peacefully? Are we going to play mahjong with the Heavenly Jade, the Heartbreak Flower, the Fox Tail, and the Amber Crimson Silk?"

Hongli choked, then burst into laughter: "That makes sense! Let's see who wins the most, and that person becomes the first wife!"

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at Xiaobai's retreating figure outside the window, remaining silent for a long time: "...fallacies and heresies."

Hongli laughed and said, "Whether it's fallacious reasoning or not, we'll see. But now, do you feel less inclined to slap yourself?"

Jiang Xiaochuan touched his face. Indeed, Hong Li's nonsense had lessened his sense of guilt considerably: "...Let's go eat."

Xiaobai watched his retreating figure, a slight smile curving her lips. She stopped teasing him, walked to the table, poured herself a glass of iced tea, and slowly sipped it.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, warming her. She looked out at the bustling street, listened to the faint cries of vendors in the distance, and then turned to look at the boy who was getting dressed, his ears still red.

A strange, warm feeling suddenly welled up inside me.

It's like... after wandering for a long time, finally finding a harbor where you can rest for a while.

Although this harbor is a bit small and dilapidated, and there's a strange little guy who keeps slapping himself in the face.

But it seems pretty good.

She smiled, tilted her head back, and drank the tea in her cup in one gulp.