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

Forget it, there's no point in reciting this sutra. Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes in despair, pretending to be a block of wood.

Neither of them spoke; only the gentle ripples of the water and their breathing created a subtle yet peaceful atmosphere.

After a while, Lu Xueqi opened her eyes, picked up the cloth next to her, soaked it, and began to wipe Jiang Xiaochuan clean.

Jiang Xiaochuan was a little stiff at first, but he gradually relaxed, leaned against her, closed his eyes, and let her serve him.

The warm water, the pressure of her fingertips, and the clean, refreshing scent emanating from her, mixed with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, completely relaxed his nerves, which had been tense for over a month, and made him drowsy.

Jiang Xiaochuan, feeling utterly hopeless, muttered under his breath, "It's better not to recite this scripture... Ancestor, I'm sorry, this disciple's willpower is still insufficient..."

Lu Xueqi was rubbing his back when she heard this, her fingers paused slightly, and her voice was calm and even: "Yes, it's my fault."

After washing him, Lu Xueqi scooped up hot water and slowly poured it over his hair to wet it. She then applied soap and gently rubbed it in.

Her fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp with just the right amount of pressure. Jiang Xiaochuan hummed in pleasure, his head unconsciously nuzzling against her hand.

Lu Xueqi paused for a moment, then continued, a barely perceptible curve appearing at the corners of her mouth.

After washing her hair and soaking it for a while until the water got a little cool, Lu Xueqi got up first, took a clean large towel to wrap herself, and then took another towel to take Jiang Xiaochuan out of the water, wrap him up, and dry him off.

Throughout the entire process, Jiang Xiaochuan acted like a giant doll, letting her do whatever she wanted, but his face remained red the whole time.

After drying him off, Lu Xueqi changed him into clean, soft clothes, then helped him out of the screen and into the bedroom.

The bedroom was also very clean, the bed was soft, the quilt was fluffy, and it smelled of sunshine. Lu Xueqi helped him to sit down on the edge of the bed, while she stood in front of him and looked down at him.

Her hair was still wet, draped over her shoulders, and water droplets dripped down, soaking the fabric of her dress and outlining its beautiful shape.

Her eyes, after the misty steam dissipated, became deep and focused again, churning with some long-suppressed emotions.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt uneasy under her gaze and subconsciously shrank back, his hand bracing against the edge of the bed.

Lu Xueqi leaned down, bracing herself on the bed on either side of him, trapping him in a small space. Her breath enveloped him, carrying the freshness of a post-bath shower and a unique, cool allure that belonged only to her.

"Xueqi..." Jiang Xiaochuan's throat went dry, and he wanted to say something.

Lu Xueqi didn't give him a chance; she lowered her head and kissed his lips.

The kiss was irresistible, urgent, and deep, as if it were trying to confirm something or make amends for something.

Her hand slipped inside his clothes, her palm burning hot, and touched his waist, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Wait, wait..." Jiang Xiaochuan struggled to speak between breaths, his voice weak.

Lu Xueqi stopped moving.

She looked up at his glistening lips and dreamy eyes, her brows furrowing. She remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly reluctant, but eventually straightened up slowly.

However, she did not leave. Instead, she reached out and began to untie the only piece of clothing she was wearing.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, his heart pounding like a drum.

His clothes slipped off and piled up at his feet.

Then, she got into bed, but instead of pinning him down as usual, she lay down, reached out and pulled him over, letting him lie on top of her. Jiang Xiaochuan was caught off guard, his whole body pressing against hers, his face buried in the crook of her neck, and he could clearly feel her steady and powerful heartbeat.

"Is this alright?" Lu Xueqi's voice rang in his ear, husky and with a hint of coaxing.

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind was buzzing. He wanted to say no, he wanted to struggle, but his body went limp uncontrollably.

Lu Xueqi clearly sensed it. She chuckled softly, a triumphant laugh in her voice. She raised her hand, wrapped it around his waist, and pressed him closer to her, while her other hand slid down his back...

"Do it yourself." She breathed into his ear, her voice carrying both command and indulgence.

Jiang Xiaochuan trembled, his last shred of reason almost burned away.

……

Everything has finally calmed down.

Just then, the light and shadow in the room shifted slightly, and a red, almost solid phantom appeared silently beside the bed.

It was the figure of a woman, with an extremely slender figure and a beautiful face, possessing a breathtaking, almost eerie allure—it was Hong Li.

She crossed her arms and watched the two people intertwined on the bed with great interest, especially Jiang Xiaochuan who was lying on top of Lu Xueqi, a playful smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Tsk, young man, not bad stamina." Hong Li's voice rang out in the quiet room with a hint of laughter.

Jiang Xiaochuan was startled and looked up abruptly. When he saw Hong Li, his face turned red instantly. He tried to get off Lu Xueqi in a flustered manner, but Lu Xueqi held him down.

Lu Xueqi looked up at Hong Li, her gaze cold and clear, showing no surprise, only a hint of displeasure at being disturbed: "What is it?"

Hong Li drifted closer, her ethereal form almost touching Jiang Xiaochuan's back. She extended a finger and lightly tapped the back of Jiang Xiaochuan's head, then smiled at Lu Xueqi, "It's nothing, just came to see my little master and, by the way... how's your consideration of the suggestion from last time?"

Lu Xueqi didn't even flinch, but tightened her arms around Jiang Xiaochuan, her voice calm yet undeniably resolute: "No need, he's mine, and things are fine as they are."

Her gaze fell on Jiang Xiaochuan's sweat-dampened profile, her eyes deep and undisguised, revealing an unbridled possessiveness.

He can only be mine.

Hong Li raised an eyebrow, looking at the stubborn certainty in Lu Xueqi's eyes, and then at Jiang Xiaochuan's obedient and dependent appearance after being "ravaged". Suddenly she felt a little bored. She shrugged and the phantom gradually faded away.

"Alright, whatever makes you happy, but..." She glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan one last time, her tone meaningful, "Young master, take care of yourself."

After saying that, a flash of red light appeared, and the phantom disappeared completely, merging into Jiang Xiaochuan's brow.

Jiang Xiaochuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, then slumped back against Lu Xueqi, burying his face in the crook of her neck, and muttered, "Why did she run out again..."