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

That night, the stars were shining brightly, and the sea was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky. The two lay side by side on the beach, neither of them speaking.

Xiao Bai suddenly spoke, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

"Jiang Xiaochuan."

"Um?"

"You really... have absolutely no desire for me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's body stiffened visibly, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Bai turned to the side, propped her head up with her elbow, and looked at him in the dim starlight. His profile looked somewhat hard in the moonlight, and his lips were pursed.

"I'm a woman, and a pretty one at that," Xiaobai continued, her voice calm and devoid of emotion.

"We eat and live together, we sleep in the same shack, and every morning you are so energetic, I know that, but you just won't touch me, you even hug me very carefully."

She paused, then asked, "Are you... impotent?"

Jiang Xiaochuan turned his head sharply and glared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Looking at his exasperated face, Xiao Bai smiled, a hint of wickedness in her voice: "Then how do you explain this? Hmm? Liu Xiahui, unmoved by a woman in his lap, the Great Sage Jiang."

Jiang Xiaochuan turned his head and looked at the starry sky. After a long while, he said in a muffled voice, "Having desires and being led by desires are two different things."

"If a person can't even control their own desires, what's the difference between them and an animal?"

Xiao Bai remained silent for a moment.

"But I am not human," she said slowly, her voice lower.

"I am a fox. We foxes, if we like something or want it, we will fight for it, snatch it, and demand it. There are no complicated reasons or logic to it."

She moved closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

"Jiang Xiaochuan, if I wanted you right now, you couldn't beat me."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't move or look at her. He just gazed at the starry sky and said, "You won't."

"How do you know I can't?" Xiaobai's voice was seductive as she gently placed her hand on his waist, her fingertips lightly brushing against him.

"How long have you known me? How much do you know about me? Do you know how many years I've lived, what I've been through, or what I do when I want something?"

Jiang Xiaochuan remained motionless, letting her hand stay there.

After a long pause, he finally said, "I know you won't force me, because you're a novice."

Xiao Bai's fingertips paused for a moment.

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly turned over to face her. In the darkness, his eyes shone brightly, like stars reflected in the light.

"You're very good, Xiaobai," he said, his voice soft but earnest.

"So good that... I feel unworthy of her, so good that I dare not touch her casually, for fear of breaking her, for fear of... letting her down."

Xiaobai looked into his eyes, which were so close to hers. She saw her own reflection in them, as well as a deep, indistinct mist that she couldn't see clearly. Suddenly, she felt something hit her chest, a sour, astringent, and slightly swollen sensation.

She gave a soft hum to cover up the fleeting flutter in her eyes, but her hand slid down his side and lightly touched a certain already erect part of his lower abdomen.

It was so hard it was burning hot.

Jiang Xiaochuan trembled violently, his face turning bright red. Fortunately, it was dark and he couldn't see clearly. He shrank back abruptly, almost rolling off the simple straw mat he was using.

"You..." His voice changed.

Little White grinned like a cat that had just stolen some fish, rubbing its fingers together as if savoring the moment: "See, it's much more honest than you. Doesn't it feel uncomfortable holding it in? Want me to... help you?"

She spoke bluntly, and her gaze boldly swept over him, lingering for a moment on a particular part of his body.

Jiang Xiaochuan jumped up as if his pants were on fire, bending over to hide his embarrassment, and stammered, "N-no need, I-I'll go over there, you-you should go to sleep!"

After saying that, he practically fled in panic, running towards the dark woods on the other side of the island.

Behind him, Xiaobai laughed heartily, her voice carrying far across the quiet island: "Really, you don't need to? It's just the two of us on the island, and no one else is watching."

Jiang Xiaochuan ran even faster, his back view showing a disheveled state.

Xiaobai laughed and laughed, then slowly stopped. She lay back on the beach, looking at the starry sky. A smile still lingered on her lips, but her eyes gradually turned cold, becoming empty and lonely.

"Idiot," she muttered under her breath, unsure whether she was cursing him or herself.

She pulled over the thin blanket that Jiang Xiaochuan had covered her with, still carrying his scent, and wrapped herself up tightly, curling up like a puppy that had finally found a warm nest but still felt cold—no, she should be a fox.

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Jiang Xiaochuan ran all the way to the rocky beach on the other side of the island. The icy seawater was over his ankles, and only the night wind could barely suppress the heat.

He scooped up seawater, washed his face thoroughly, and took several gulps before his heartbeat calmed down a bit.

He leaned against a huge black rock, gazing at the shimmering sea under the moonlight in the distance, and exhaled a long breath.

He was very happy these past two months, experiencing a relaxation and... peace he had never felt before. Xiaobai was like a ball of fire, passionate and direct, burning away much of the gloom and heaviness in his heart.

But the happier and calmer he was, the clearer and heavier the guilt in his heart became.

For Linglong, for Xiaobai, and... for that person on Qingyun Mountain.

He didn't know how Lu Xueqi was doing now, whether she was still in seclusion, or whether... she was still waiting for him.

He dared not think.

Every time I think about it, my heart feels like it's being squeezed by something, a dull ache.

"I'm such a fucking bastard," he muttered to himself, slamming his fist into the damp rock beside him with a dull thud.

The sea breeze seemed to weep, as if in response.

He sat on the rocky beach for an unknown amount of time, until the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, before getting up and slowly walking back.

He stopped in his tracks when he got close to the shack.

There seemed to be movement on the beach in the distance, near the edge of the woods.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the scenery was hazy. He squinted and stared intently.

There was an old man wearing a tattered Taoist robe and sporting a goatee, leading a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old with her hair in two buns. They were running along the sand, stumbling and wading, looking quite disheveled, as if they were hiding from something.

The old man ran while turning back to curse, his voice broken by the sea breeze: "...Bad luck! Absolutely terrible luck!...Xiao Huan, hurry up!"

The little girl was panting heavily as she ran, clutching a thick book tightly in her arms; it was Zhou Xiaohuan.

Seven years have passed, and the little girl has grown up quite a bit. Her features have matured, and one can vaguely see the shadow of a future beauty. However, at this moment, her little face is deathly pale with fright.

Not far behind them in mid-air, a pale yellow figure was locked in combat with several wisps of gray mist that were constantly changing shape.

The pale yellow figure was a woman with a slender figure and a beautiful face. However, at this moment, her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and the short blade in her hand was dim, indicating that she was at the end of her strength.

The wisps of gray mist emitted eerie "chattering" laughter as they relentlessly lunged at her. Each collision sent her reeling and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"A demon?" Jiang Xiaochuan frowned.

Judging from the aura of that gray mist, it was not a physical demon beast, but a demonic spirit that bred in some filthy place and devoured people's souls.

The woman in the pale yellow dress seemed to have been invaded by a demonic spirit and was fighting against both the spirit inside her and the other demonic spirits outside her, putting her in grave danger.