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

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard his own hoarse voice, filled with a final struggle and confusion: "Xueqi...do you really like me? This cowardly, lustful, greedy, afraid-to-die, lazy, flawed person...whose heart is still with someone else?"

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with an unprecedented vulnerability and searching.

Lu Xueqi did not answer immediately.

She looked at him quietly, at the unease in his eyes, at his back, which he tried to straighten but ultimately remained somewhat hunched. Then, she spoke slowly, her voice soft, yet each word clear:

"What I like is you, grinning at me on the Rainbow Bridge and saying we'll fight again in six years; you, clearly scared yourself on a stormy night, yet still stammering to comfort me; you, taking the divine lightning head-on at the Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament, covered in soot and still winking at me; you, holding me in the Abyss of the Dead; you, covered in blood and grime on Mount Kongsang, still asking me if I'm handsome; you, telling me all sorts of nonsense stories and giving me the ugly sword tassel; you, who can avoid me, make me angry, but also who will unhesitatingly stand in front of me at crucial moments."

"Jiang Xiaochuan, listen carefully."

She cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes.

"What I like is the person in front of me. You are afraid, you make mistakes, you are lazy, you have your own thoughts, you have many people in your heart, you are conflicted, you hate yourself, but... you are good to me."

You make my heart ache, you make me feel that there are other things worth pursuing in this world besides the path to immortality.

"The real, living, imperfect you."

Her words were like a warm current, seeping into Jiang Xiaochuan's cold and stiff limbs. His nose tingled, his eyes burned, and some warm liquid wanted to well up, but he blinked hard and held it back.

Seeing him like this, Lu Xueqi's eyes softened, and the layer of cold ice seemed to melt away completely, leaving only the warmth of spring water.

But she had no intention of letting him off the hook; some things needed to be made clear.

"Now, it's your turn."

She released her grip, took a half step back, looked at him calmly, and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time.

"Jiang Xiaochuan, do you like Lu Xueqi from the 'story,' who is aloof and cold, waiting for Zhang Xiaofan for ten years, or...?"

She paused, then asked, word by word:

"The one in front of me, who will forcefully kiss you, coerce you, lock you up, tell everyone you want to marry me, get jealous, and be unreasonable, but... is this the real Lu Xueqi, only towards you?"

The question was raised, and the stone chamber fell silent once more.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, at this Lu Xueqi who was completely different from the perfect image in the "story"—strong, proactive, and even somewhat "overbearing." She was no longer the moonlight in his memory or imagination that needed to be cherished and waited for; she had become the scorching sun, actively shining on him, warming him, and even... burning him.

He opened his mouth, but the image from that "story" was too deeply ingrained; it was his initial template for attraction. He heard his own dry voice say, "...from the story."

Before she finished speaking, Lu Xueqi's eyes darkened, then ignited with an even more scorching fire. She lunged forward, pinned him against the cold stone wall once more, leaned down, and kissed his lips.

Jiang Xiaochuan groaned and tried to turn his head, but she held it firmly in place. His breath was stolen, his thoughts were disrupted, and all that remained was the burning entanglement and conquering between their lips and teeth.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Jiang Xiaochuan felt he was about to suffocate, Lu Xueqi stepped back slightly, a thin, ambiguous saliva forming between their lips. Her breathing was a little unsteady, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness as she asked again, "Which one do you like?"

Jiang Xiaochuan, suffering from oxygen deprivation, his lips swollen and red, instinctively murmured, "In the story..."

Lu Xueqi's eyes sharpened, and she kissed him again.

This kiss was deeper, more lingering, and more domineering.

Her hand had somehow slipped inside his shirt, her cool fingertips brushing against his warm skin, sending shivers down Jiang Xiaochuan's spine. His body went limp, and his last shred of reason burned within him.

When the kiss ended, Lu Xueqi pressed her forehead against his, their noses touching, and asked breathlessly, "Now? Which one do you like?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes were glazed over, his cheeks were flushed, and he could barely stand. He was supported only by the stone wall behind him and Lu Xueqi's arm.

Driven by his remaining instincts, he murmured, "...from the story."

Lu Xueqi stopped asking.

She demonstrated her stance directly through her actions.

The kisses grew deeper and longer with each one.

His hands became increasingly bold, reaching inside her clothes, caressing her chest, and tracing her abdomen... igniting flames wherever they went.

Jiang Xiaochuan's consciousness rose and fell in the scalding waves.

He began to lose sight of reality and the "story," unable to distinguish which Lu Xueqi he truly desired.

He only felt hot, thirsty, and some strange, surging desire surging through his body.

Finally, after another long kiss that almost made him faint, Lu Xueqi's breath hit his burning earlobe, her voice hoarse beyond words: "Jiang Xiaochuan... tell me, which one do you like?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes were unfocused, his lips were red, swollen and shiny, and he looked like he had been pulled out of the water, slumped in Lu Xueqi's arms.

His last shred of reason burned to ashes. Driven by instinct, he tilted his head back, brought his lips close to hers, which were also moist and swollen, and, with unsteady breath, uttered a few words that made Lu Xueqi's heart pound wildly:

"I...I like you...this one in front of me..."

Lu Xueqi stopped moving. She looked at his dazed eyes and flushed face, listening to his unconscious murmurs. The turbulent waves in her eyes slowly subsided, turning into a deep, satisfied tenderness.

She didn't kiss him again, but gently pressed her forehead against his, their hot breaths mingling together.

"I've got it."

She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly with a hint of satisfaction.

"You said it."

Jiang Xiaochuan was too weak to respond. He leaned against her, feeling drowsy and exhausted, yet also as if some heavy shackles had been loosened.

In her mind, Linglong's soul had already turned its back, avoiding seeing or hearing anything improper.

But those sounds and movements could not be completely blocked out. She listened to the gradually calming breathing and whispers from the stone chamber outside, and her feelings were complicated and hard to describe.

Shocked? I was already shocked.

Speechless? You could say that.

But more than anything, there was an indescribable sense of relief and... a faint sense of comfort?

This girl named Lu Xueqi is really... amazing.

In the most direct, forceful, and effective way, we forcefully pulled that kid who liked to overthink and belittle himself out of his rut.

Regardless of what the future holds, at least for this moment, they are real, vibrant, and possess each other.

Linglong's soul seemed to sigh almost imperceptibly. In that sigh, there was helplessness, emotion, and... envy.