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

Lu Xueqi reached out and grabbed the back of his head. Her fingers threaded through the hair at the back of his head, and with a little force, she forced him to lift his head.

Jiang Xiaochuan only saw that excessively handsome face rapidly magnify in front of him, and then, he felt a warm and slightly cool touch on his lips.

His mind went blank with a "buzz".

No way? Not again?

His eyes were wide open, and he could see Lu Xueqi's eyelashes trembling slightly, so close to his face.

Her breath brushed against his face, carrying a sweet scent.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it also felt like it had only been a moment.

Lu Xueqi stepped back a little, still holding the back of his head, their foreheads almost touching.

Her breathing was a little unsteady, and a thin blush rose on her cheeks again, but her eyes were surprisingly bright as she looked straight into his eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan finally regained some of his senses. His face was burning hot. He turned his head away, trying to break free from her hand, but he couldn't.

"...Don't do this, Lu Xueqi."

His voice was dry and he sounded a bit flustered.

"I'm not worthy, I... don't deserve it."

Whether it's worth it or not is not up to you to decide.

Whether you are worthy or not is not for you to decide.

She released her grip on the back of his head, and before Jiang Xiaochuan could even catch his breath, her other hand had already slipped under his knees, and with a slight effort, she easily lifted him up in her arms.

The familiar posture, the familiar feeling of being airborne, almost made Jiang Xiaochuan choke.

"Put me down, Lu Xueqi, I can walk by myself!" He struggled with his hands and feet, kicking his legs wildly in the air.

Just kidding, he's a man, being held by a woman, and in that position, what kind of image does that make!

Lu Xueqi ignored him, her arms as steady as iron. No matter how much he struggled, she didn't sway at all. She held him, turned around, and walked down the mountain step by step, her steps steady but her speed not slow.

Jiang Xiaochuan struggled for a long time, pushing and twisting, but the person holding him didn't budge. He could even feel the supple yet incredibly strong muscles under his arms. He was panting heavily, and a thin layer of sweat covered his body, but Lu Xueqi didn't even dodge a breath.

He was completely speechless, like a dehydrated fish, slumped in her arms, and said in despair, "I'm hungry."

His voice was weak and feeble.

Lu Xueqi didn't stop walking, nor did she even look down at him; only the corners of her lips seemed to curve slightly.

"Bear with it," she said, adding with a rare, almost mocking tone in her voice.

"...Or, I can feed you something else."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't react for a moment: "What other?"

Lu Xueqi finally lowered her head and glanced at him. Her gaze swept across his face, then pointedly swept over her chest before moving away.

"I won't let you starve."

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed instantly, the heat that had just subsided returning with an even fiercer force, turning red all the way to his ears and even his neck.

He reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his voice trembling: "Lu Xueqi, you!"

He hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say "you," but the rest of his words caught in his throat. Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, he couldn't utter a single word.

My mind was buzzing, filled with the fleeting image of her and the echo of her words.

How could she say such a thing? Is this still the aloof, detached, and unsmiling Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak?

Seeing his expression, Lu Xueqi's barely perceptible smile deepened, and she even gently bounced the hand holding him, as if weighing the "food" in her arms.

The sudden jolt caused Jiang Xiaochuan's sense of reason to snap, and his blood rushed to his head, burning his eyes until they turned red.

"Lu Xueqi, don't think I wouldn't dare!" He practically roared, his words carrying a defiant air of someone driven to the brink of desperation.

Lu Xueqi didn't stop walking, and didn't even look at him again. She just hummed a soft sound from her nose, the last syllable rising slightly, carrying a strong sense of provocation and... a hint of vague expectation.

"Come on, come on."

The three words, spoken lightly, seemed to ignite the final fuse in Jiang Xiaochuan's ears.

……

In his mind, Linglong's soul, if it had eyes, would probably be staring wide-eyed, its jaw dropping to the ground.

She "watched" everything happening outside, her soul rippled, and finally solidified into an extreme, silent shock and bewilderment.

What... what is all this about? Are people these days... this wild?

No, it's this girl named Lu Xueqi, she... how come she... Linglong feels like she's been living for thousands of years...

No, even with the knowledge gained over the past few thousand years after my death, it's still not enough.

She silently reduced her senses, pretending she didn't exist.

Do not look at what is improper, do not look at what is improper... although it seems that I have already "looked" a lot.

……

Flying on a sword cannot continue indefinitely, especially with someone on the other side, although most of the time, Lu Xueqi was flying on the sword with Jiang Xiaochuan in her arms.

At night, they would find caves, dilapidated temples, or clean clearings in the woods to rest. Jiang Xiaochuan tried to escape, but he never succeeded.

Lu Xueqi always seemed to be able to predict his direction in advance, or after he had run a short distance, she would pick him up and bring him back like a chick.

He eventually got too tired to run anymore.

Sleep is a problem.

Lu Xueqi naturally spread a thick animal hide next to the newly lit fire, then patted the spot next to her and looked at him.

Jiang Xiaochuan initially refused to comply, shrinking into the corner furthest from the fire, hugging his knees and trembling.

Then in the middle of the night, he would vaguely feel himself being picked up, moved to the warm fireside, and tucked into an embrace that carried a cool, refreshing scent.

He struggled, but the arms tightened their grip, and the legs wrapped around him, locking him in place. After several attempts, he gave up. "Just sleep," he thought, "it's warm here."

Even when he wakes up every morning and finds himself clinging to Lu Xueqi like an octopus, or being held in her arms like a pillow, he still blushes and then awkwardly crawls away under her clear gaze.

As for food, Lu Xueqi's cooking skills...

Still breathtakingly beautiful.

She always seemed to be able to find some seemingly ordinary wild vegetables and mushrooms, or hunt a pheasant or a rabbit, and then use the simple seasonings she carried with her to make a delicious dish that made Jiang Xiaochuan want to swallow his tongue.

The meat, roasted to a crispy exterior and tender interior, sprinkled with unknown spices, and served in a milky white mushroom soup, was so delicious it was breathtaking. They even baked soft little cakes with wild fruits and honey. Jiang Xiaochuan wolfed it down while inwardly lamenting, "Oh no, my stomach's been completely ruined too."

Lu Xueqi didn't talk much, but she would watch him eat.

Sometimes she would ask, "How's the saltiness?" or when there was something on the corner of his mouth, she would naturally reach out and wipe it off with her fingertips. Jiang Xiaochuan went from being stiff at first, to becoming numb, and then to occasionally... getting used to it.

Yeah, habits are really scary.

Sometimes he would stare blankly at Lu Xueqi's serene profile illuminated by the firelight.

She would keenly sense his gaze, turn her head, and ask with her eyes, at which point Jiang Xiaochuan would quickly look away, pretending to look at the fire or the stars. His mind was in turmoil.

And so they traversed mountains and valleys, enduring wind and rain, sleeping in the open, mostly in silence, with only occasional brief conversations.

Jiang Xiaochuan's struggles grew weaker and weaker, until they were reduced to symbolic protests. Lu Xueqi, on the other hand, remained consistent, assertive, silent, and attentive, leaving no room for refusal.