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

After a long silence, Jiang Xiaochuan spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone complex: "I actually... was... by myself..."

Lu Xueqi chuckled softly and kissed his forehead: "How does it feel?"

"It's weird..." Jiang Xiaochuan muttered, burying his face in the crook of her neck, "but... it's not bad either."

Lu Xueqi smiled again, gently stroking his back. The two lay quietly for a while, then she suddenly got up, got out of bed, and took out a white silk scarf from the closet.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked.

Lu Xueqi didn't answer. She walked back to the bedside, covered his eyes with a silk scarf, and tied it tightly behind his head.

"That way," she leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath warm, "you won't be able to see it."

With complete darkness before my eyes, my sense of touch became even more acute.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt her press against him again, kissing him, her hands roaming over his body. The silk scarf covered his eyes, so he couldn't see the face that belonged to him. The shame lessened a lot, but his body became more sensitive. He hummed softly and took the initiative to meet her gaze.

The night is still long.

……

When I woke up the next day, my body had been switched back.

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his eyes and saw the familiar tent top. He paused for a moment, then raised his hand. It was that pair of slender, well-defined hands. He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little lost. He turned his head and saw Lu Xueqi sleeping beside him, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes drooping, and her cheeks flushed. She looked peaceful in her sleep.

He looked at her for a long time, then reached out and touched her cheek. It was warm and soft. He smiled and leaned in to gently touch her lips.

Lu Xueqi's eyelashes trembled. She opened her eyes, saw him, and a smile appeared in her eyes. She reached out and hugged him.

"Good morning." Her voice was hoarse from just waking up.

"Good morning." Jiang Xiaochuan nestled in her arms, his nose rubbing against her neck. He smelled her faint fragrance, mixed with the scent of last night's passion, and his face flushed again.

……

For the next three days, Lu Xueqi did not let him get out of bed.

At first, Jiang Xiaochuan complained that his back ached, his legs were weak, and he had no strength. Lu Xueqi then massaged his back and legs. As she massaged, she moved on to other places. Jiang Xiaochuan was panting heavily from her massage and eventually stopped complaining and let her do as she pleased.

He discovered that Lu Xueqi had an unusual obsession and desire for control in this matter. She was familiar with every sensitive spot on his body, knew how to make him go soft as quickly as possible, how to make him cry, how to make him beg for mercy. She was like exploring a new territory, trying tirelessly, recording his reactions, and then doing better next time.

Sometimes Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't take it anymore and would sob as he pushed her away, saying he didn't want it anymore.

She stopped, kissed his sweaty forehead, and said okay, she wouldn't do it anymore, but her hands lingered on his body, touching him here and pinching him there. Before long, she was teasing him again.

Jiang Xiaochuan bit her in anger, but she laughed and said, "Good job, husband, bite harder!"

On the third night, after they had finished, the two slept with their arms around each other. Suddenly, Lu Xueqi got up, got out of bed, and took Tianya.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked groggily.

Lu Xueqi didn't answer. She lifted the blanket, spread his legs, and pressed the cold tip of the sword against the delicate skin on his inner thigh. Jiang Xiaochuan shuddered and woke up.

"Xueqi?"

"Don't move." Lu Xueqi pressed him down, her wrist twitching slightly. A slight stinging pain came, and Jiang Xiaochuan hissed softly, looking down.

The sword tip traced three words on his inner thigh—Lu Xueqi.

The wound carved by the Tianya sword energy was extremely fine. Blood beads seeped out and quickly congealed, leaving a faint red mark, like it was tattooed on.

Lu Xueqi sheathed her sword, lowered her head, and kissed the wound. Her tongue licked it, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Mine," she whispered, as if announcing or confirming.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, at her profile that appeared unusually serious in the candlelight, and the slight dissatisfaction in his heart suddenly dissipated.

He reached out and stroked her cheek, whispering, "Yes, yours."

Lu Xueqi looked up at him, a glint of light in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed him, very lightly and gently.

As for that bright red brocade quilt, it was naturally unacceptable.

The next day, Lu Xueqi put it away, stuffed it into the bottom of a trunk, and replaced it with a new one.

When Jiang Xiaochuan asked, she remained calm and said that something had gotten on her and she couldn't wash it off.

Jiang Xiaochuan blushed when he recalled the marks on it, but didn't ask any more questions.

Linglong remained silent for three days in my mind.

Hongli would occasionally pop up, offer a few comments, and then retreat, saying she was having fun and would come back to play with her young master in a few days. Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't do anything about it and could only let her be.

Three days later, Jiang Xiaochuan was finally able to get out of bed and walk around.

Lu Xueqi helped him take a walk in the courtyard. They walked very slowly, taking a few steps and then resting. A few plum blossoms had bloomed, hanging sparsely on the branches, trembling in the wind.

A soft laugh suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate, tinged with mockery and a hint of coldness.

"Oh, you can get out of bed now? I thought you were going to stay in bed for ten days or half a month."

Jiang Xiaochuan and Lu Xueqi turned their heads at the same time and saw Xiaobai leaning against the gate, arms crossed, looking at them.

She was dressed in white today, her hair was loosely tied up, and she had applied a light layer of powder to her face, but it couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes. She looked thinner, her chin was sharper, and her eyes were colder, as if they had been tempered with ice.

Lu Xueqi released Jiang Xiaochuan's hand, stepped forward, and stood in front of him, looking at Xiaobai with a calm voice: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?" Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, walked into the courtyard, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Xiaochuan before landing on Lu Xueqi's face. She smirked, "Can't I come to see the groom?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed, and he lowered his head.

Lu Xueqi didn't reply, she just looked at her.

Xiao Bai walked to the plum tree, reached out and plucked a plum blossom, playing with it in his hand as the petals fell softly.

She lowered her head, looking at the petals, and after a long while, she said, "Lu Xueqi, you're really amazing."

Lu Xueqi remained silent.

Xiao Bai looked up at her, his eyes empty: "Three days, a full three days, he didn't even leave the house. Aren't you afraid of driving him to his death?"

Lu Xueqi pursed her lips and remained silent.

Xiao Bai smiled, a faint, cold smile: "Fine, you're husband and wife, do whatever you want, it's none of my business."

She paused, threw the plum blossom in her hand on the ground, crushed it with her toe, looked up at Lu Xueqi, her eyes sharp: "I came to ask you a question."

"Speak," Lu Xueqi said.

"You're keeping me at Qingyun Mountain. Do you really want me to stay, or are you just taking pity on me and giving me charity?" Xiaobai stared at her and asked, word by word.

Lu Xueqi looked at her for a long time before saying, "You can stay here. Xiaozhu Peak doesn't need another room."

Xiao Bai raised an eyebrow: "In what capacity? Friend? Guest? Or..." She paused, a mocking smile playing on her lips, "...a little fox you're keeping as a pet?"

Lu Xueqi was silent for a moment, then said, "Whatever you say."

Xiao Bai was stunned.

"You can be whatever identity you want," Lu Xueqi continued.

"You can leave whenever you want, or stay if you want. There's a room for you here, and you'll be provided with three meals a day."

Xiao Bai stared at her, as if trying to find some flaw in her face. But Lu Xueqi's face was expressionless, only calm, a calmness that was unsettling.

"Why?" Xiaobai asked, her voice a little hoarse.

"No reason," Lu Xueqi said, "I just feel that it's not good for you to be out there alone."

Xiaobai laughed, her shoulders shaking with laughter, tears streaming down her face. She raised her hand to wipe her face, looked at Lu Xueqi, and nodded: "Okay, okay, Lu Xueqi, you really... leave me speechless."

She took a deep breath, stood up straight, looked at Lu Xueqi, and said, "I'll stay, but don't regret it."

Lu Xueqi shook her head: "No."

Xiao Bai looked at Jiang Xiaochuan again, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a long while, she said, "Jiang Xiaochuan, you married a good wife."

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Xiaobai had already turned around and walked out of the courtyard, waving as she went: "Make me a room, one that's sunny and quiet. Oh, and I want roast chicken, remember to bring it to me tonight."

The sound faded into the distance, and the figure disappeared at the end of the bamboo path.

Jiang Xiaochuan watched her figure disappear, then turned to Lu Xueqi and asked softly, "Xueqi, do you really want her to stay?"

"Mm." Lu Xueqi nodded, took his hand, and walked into the house. "It's not safe for her to be out alone."

"But……"

"No buts." Lu Xueqi interrupted him, turned to look at him, her eyes calm. "Xiao Chuan, she's your friend, she's been good to you, I can't send her away."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a warmth in his heart, squeezed her hand, and hummed in agreement.

Lu Xueqi looked at him with a faint smile in her eyes, reached out and ruffled his hair, and said, "Let's go back, it's getting windy."

The two walked back side by side, sunlight filtering through the bamboo leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground. Plum blossoms trembled gently in the breeze, their delicate fragrance filling the air.