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

On the way back to Fox Hill

Three streaks of light streaked across the sky, moving at a moderate speed.

Flying at the forefront was Biyao, her light green dress fluttering in the evening breeze. Her face was expressionless, except for the clear handprint on her left cheek, which was somewhat conspicuous in the darkening sky.

Youji followed slightly behind her, her gaze occasionally falling worriedly on Biyao's face before quickly shifting away. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but seeing Biyao's calm and almost indifferent expression, she swallowed her words and finally just sighed almost inaudibly.

Jin Ping'er was last, her gaze shifting between Bi Yao and You Ji's backs, a playful smile playing on her lips, but her eyes held a deeper meaning.

She flew closer, running alongside Biyao, tilting her head to examine her, her voice carrying its usual alluring, languid tone:

"Yao'er~"

Biyao ignored her, staring straight ahead as if she hadn't heard her.

Jin Ping'er didn't mind, and leaned closer, almost touching her ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "Just now... how did it feel?"

Biyao's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and she finally turned her face to look at Jin Ping'er. Her eyes were calm and unwavering, but Jin Ping'er could see a hint of stubbornness in them, a forced and pretentious act.

"What do you mean, what do you feel?" Biyao turned around, her tone flat.

"Playing dumb?" Jin Ping'er chuckled, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Just now, you forcibly kissed her husband right in front of her wife."

She licked her rosy lips with the tip of her tongue, as if savoring the memory, or perhaps teasing her.

"It looks pretty intense. What do you think? Tell me?"

Youji heard clearly from the front, and her face flushed again beneath the black veil. She couldn't help but cough softly, "Ping'er!"

Jin Ping'er waved her hand, signaling You Ji not to interrupt, and continued to stare at Bi Yao's profile with great interest.

Biyao remained silent for a moment, the evening breeze ruffling her hair. Just when Jin Ping'er thought she wouldn't answer, she suddenly spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, and it was somewhat scattered by the wind, but it was clear enough:

"Sweet and soft." She paused, then added, "Very good."

Jin Ping'er was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, laughing so hard she almost fell off the magic weapon.

She wiped away the tears of laughter and pointed at Biyao: "Sweet? Soft? Very good? Yao'er, is that all the words you know?"

Biyao glanced at her but didn't reply, though her tense lips seemed to relax slightly.

Jin Ping'er, having finished laughing, leaned closer again, her eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Really? What does it feel like? Tell me in detail! I've never tried it before."

Youji couldn't help but say, "Ping'er, how can you, a young lady, be so...so outspoken!"

Jin Ping'er blinked, looking completely innocent: "Aunt You, what did I say wrong? I was just curious. Yao'er dared to do it, but people aren't allowed to ask?"

She leaned closer to Biyao, lowering her voice enough for Youji to hear, "But seriously, Yao'er, if there's another chance like this... call me? I'll hold him down for you, I guarantee he won't be able to move—"

"Jin Ping'er!" Bi Yao and You Ji shouted in unison.

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly revealed a sly smile. Looking at Biyao's lips, which were slightly red from the evening breeze, she felt as if a little cat's paw was scratching at her heart.

As if possessed, she leaned forward and, before Biyao could react, quickly pecked her cheek lightly near the corner of her lips.

"!!"

Biyao froze instantly, as if struck by lightning. She turned her head sharply, staring wide-eyed at Jin Ping'er with an expression of unprecedented shock and...bewilderment.

"Bottle, Bottle! What are you doing!"

Jin Ping'er herself was taken aback for a moment, seemingly not expecting herself to actually do it. But then, she licked her lips, savored the taste, blinked, and gave a smile that was both innocent and mischievous:

"It's nothing, just trying it out." She smacked her lips, nodded, and commented seriously, "Hmm...it seems pretty good, soft and fragrant."

Biyao's face flushed crimson, the color spreading from her cheeks to her ears, even her neck turning pink. She pointed at Jin Ping'er, her fingers trembling.

"You, you... Jin Ping'er! You're asking for death!"

As he spoke, he made a move to pinch her.

Jin Ping'er giggled and dodged away, while simultaneously reaching out her hand to Bi Yao and waving it, her tone instantly becoming pitiful:

"Yao'er, look! He bit me again! Such deep teeth marks, it hurts so much!"

Sure enough, there were two rows of clear, deep teeth marks on her fair wrist, which had turned bluish-purple and looked shocking.

Biyao paused, her gaze falling on the teeth marks. Her anger subsided somewhat. She reached out and grabbed Jin Ping'er's wrist, examining it closely before frowning. "How did this happen?"

"Who else could it be?" Jin Ping'er pouted, letting her grab her. "Your good husband, of course. He was so fierce, biting me to the death, trying to break free from me to save his wife."

She watched as Biyao bent down to rub the bruised teeth marks on her face. The warmth from her fingertips dampened her playful mood, and her voice lowered: "But... the way he looked back then was also quite..."

Biyao looked up at her: "What are you praising?"

Jin Ping'er recalled Jiang Xiaochuan's empty, numb face, silently weeping, and his calm words, "Kill me." She paused for a moment, shook her head, and smiled—a complex smile, an indescribable feeling: "It's nothing, I just feel... he seems to be having a hard time too."

Biyao didn't speak, but lowered her head and gently and carefully massaged the bruises on Jin Ping'er's wrist, using her spiritual power to carefully dissolve them. After massaging for a while, she whispered, "He... is suffering inside, don't blame him."

Jin Ping'er looked at her lowered eyes and brows, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyelids. The feigned calmness and stubbornness on her face were gone, leaving only a deep, unyielding weariness and... pain.

She suddenly realized that the bright, outgoing, and passionate girl in front of her was actually just a pitiful person tormented by love and covered in wounds.

She took Biyao's hand in return, patted it gently, and said nothing more, only:

"I understand. Don't blame him. You should also try to be more understanding."

Biyao twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to laugh, but couldn't.

She withdrew her hand, her eyes regaining their firmness, yet still tinged with emptiness.

Let go? How can I let go?

Ten years of searching, ten years of obsession, and today we meet again, only to find this is how it is.

He has someone else in his life, a family, and even... a child. He personally admitted that she is his wife, and he would give up his life for her.

But she was still unwilling to accept it. Was their first encounter in the Abyss of the Dead, their companionship in the Cave of Dripping Blood, those brief moments of warmth and excitement that were etched into her bones, just a "playing around"?

She doesn't believe it.

But what can you do if you don't believe it?

Biyao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. When she opened them again, the turbulent emotions in her eyes were forcibly suppressed, leaving only an almost stubborn calm.

"Let's go," she said, quickening her pace and flying towards Fox Ridge Mountain.

Jin Ping'er and You Ji exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness and worry in each other's eyes, but they could only follow.

As night deepened, it swallowed up the three figures.