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

He looked down at his left hand. The feeling of her gripping him tightly still lingered on his wrist; her cold fingers were clenched tightly.

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and turned his gaze to the unconscious Biyao beside him.

She was still asleep, leaning against the rock wall, her head tilted to the side, her wet hair plastered to her cheeks, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were having a bad dream.

Her light green clothes were soaked through and clung to her body, outlining the girl's youthful yet already exquisite curves. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair collarbone, which was stained with mud.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at it twice, then looked away, deciding not to look at what was improper.

He rummaged through the storage space for a while, took out a dry piece of his own clothes, black, made of coarse cloth, and a clean cloth.

He walked over to Biyao, squatted down, and first used a cloth to wipe the water and mud off her face. His movements were clumsy but very gentle. After wiping her face clean, her originally fair skin was revealed.

She was very beautiful, but her beauty was different from Lu Xueqi's. Lu Xueqi was like snow, while she was like water—lively, vibrant, and with thorns.

After wiping his face, he looked at her still-wet clothes and hesitated.

Wearing wet clothes like this would definitely make her catch a cold. The bottom of this abyss was bitterly cold, and she was unconscious, her spiritual energy seemingly exhausted...

He thought for a moment, then reached out to untie the ties on her clothes.

His fingers stiffened slightly as they touched the damp, cold fabric. He paused, took a deep breath, and quickened his pace. He unbuttoned his outer robe, revealing an inner garment underneath, which was also soaked. He closed his eyes and fumbled to untie the belt of the inner garment.

My fingertips accidentally touched the skin on the side of her neck; it was warm, soft, and had the delicate texture unique to a young girl.

Jiang Xiaochuan's hand trembled slightly, and he quickly withdrew it. He composed himself, stopped touching it randomly, and quickly untied the belt, taking off the soaking wet undergarment, leaving only the innermost white undergarment.

Her undergarments were also wet, clinging thinly to her body, almost transparent, revealing the color of her skin underneath...

……

After doing all this, Jiang Xiaochuan had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, whether from exhaustion or something else, he didn't know.

He laid Biyao down and let her rest her head on another piece of clothing that he had folded up. He then touched her forehead; it was a little hot, so she probably had a fever.

He took out a water pouch from his storage space, lifted her head, and carefully fed her some water. Some water dripped down the corner of her mouth, which he wiped away with a cloth.

After feeding her the water, he sat back in his original spot, leaning against the rock wall, and looked at her.

It was very quiet inside the cave.

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against the rock wall, closed his eyes, and felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, but his mind was unusually clear. He could hear Biyao's faint but steady breathing, and he could hear the very subtle hum deep in the rocks, like the pulse of the earth. In this absolutely enclosed, absolutely silent, and absolutely lonely space, his senses were amplified infinitely.

The presence of another person became so vivid: her body temperature, her breath, the rise and fall of her every breath.

He suddenly remembered a quote he had read before: On a deserted island, a person and a cat can fall in love, so what about here? A severely injured righteous disciple and a comatose demonic witch?

"How absurd," he thought.

Take a nap, we'll talk about it when you wake up.

……

Biyao struggled to open her eyes a crack, and all she could see was a hazy light. After a while, her vision slowly came together.

Above us were uneven rocks, studded with a few faintly glowing beads. Beneath us was hard, uncomfortable rock, covered with a layer of rough cloth that carried a faint smell of dust and... soap.

She blinked, trying to move, but her bones felt like they were falling apart, every part of her body screaming in pain, especially her chest, which felt suffocating and made it difficult to breathe.

She turned her head.

Not far away, a person sat against the rock wall with his eyes closed, as if asleep. His black clothes were tattered and stained with dried, black bloodstains. There were also several scratches on his face, and his hair was messy and hung over his forehead.

It was that Qingyun Sect boy who tricked her into thinking he was "Han Li" in Heyang City, and then hugged her and stole her Heartbreak Flower in the Abyss of Death.

Jiang Xiaochuan.

Biyao's mind went blank for a moment, and fragments of the scene before she lost consciousness flooded back: boundless darkness, towering waves, icy seawater, and those cold arms that tightly held her.

She sat up abruptly.

The movement was too hasty, aggravating her injury. She gasped in pain, and her vision went black again. She gritted her teeth and didn't let herself fall back, but her breathing became a little rapid.

"Where is this?" she asked, her voice hoarse and her throat so dry it felt like it was on fire.

The person next to her stirred and slowly opened their eyes. In the dim light, their eyes appeared somewhat dull and lifeless as they looked at her.

"Oh, you're awake."

Biyao looked at him, then looked around. The cave was small, with very faint light leaking from the ceiling. The muffled sound of water could be faintly heard outside. The entrance was blocked by rocks, leaving only a few gaps.

"It's you." She stared at him, her eyes filled with a complex mix of surprise, suspicion, wariness, and a hint of bewilderment she herself didn't even realize. "Where am I?"

"A cave," Jiang Xiaochuan said calmly, as if stating an obvious fact. "Can't you tell?"

Biyao choked. Of course she could tell it was a cave. Was that what she was asking about?

"Why am I here?" she asked, her voice rising slightly, accusingly.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her but didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept across her face, noticing her pale complexion and chapped lips, before shifting back to the blocked opening.

"The Blackwater Serpent stirred up waves, and you were washed ashore on the rocks, unconscious. That beast chased after us, and I brought you inside to hide. Then the mountain collapsed, blocking the way."

Biyao froze, staring at his calm profile, processing those words in her mind. She was washed ashore and fainted. He saw her and took her to safety, but then the mountain collapsed, and they were trapped.

Was it him... who saved her?

She suddenly felt a little confused. She was from the demonic sect, while he was from the righteous path. He had previously kidnapped her, taken her magical treasures, and taken liberties with her, but now he had saved her.

Why?

"You..." She opened her mouth, wanting to ask a question, but didn't know where to begin. Her gaze unconsciously fell on herself.

She was covered with a black, oversized men's outer garment, made of rough, faded material. Inside... she secretly slipped her fingers inside the garment and touched her undergarment, which was damp and cold. But her inner garment and outer robe were gone, replaced by this obviously ill-fitting men's outer robe.

Her expression changed abruptly, and she looked up at Jiang Xiaochuan with a sharp, angry gaze, while her cheeks burned uncontrollably.

"You..." Her voice trembled as she pointed to her clothes, "These...these are my clothes? You...you took them off?"

Jiang Xiaochuan turned his head and looked at her. Her face was flushed and pale, and her eyes were wide open.

He nodded, quite frankly: "Yeah. If I get soaked, I'll get sick wearing this."

Biyao's chest heaved, too angry to speak. He... he just admitted it like that? And with such an air of entitlement?

"Jiang, Xiao, Chuan!" she gritted her teeth and called out his name, word by word.

Jiang Xiaochuan subconsciously hummed in response, only realizing something was amiss afterward. In Heyang City, he had lied to her, calling her "Han Li." Now, she was calling him by his full name, clearly indicating she knew.

He touched his nose, a little embarrassed, but didn't show it on his face, only mumbling, "What?"