Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 88

Qiao Xinyue braced her hands behind her, feeling dizzy. She wanted to turn over and find a place to clear her head.

Seeing her attempt to escape, Su Mi pulled her back while leaning in, simultaneously grabbing the hand Qiao Xinyue had extended to push her away. Her palm wrapped around the other’s slender fingers; she didn’t use much force, yet Qiao Xinyue found herself unable to move.

Su Mi tilted her head and bit down on Qiao Xinyue’s fingertips, her tongue swirling over them and leaving behind a glistening trail of moisture. She looked down from above, a hint of excitement hidden in the corners of her eyes.

Terrified by that gaze, Qiao Xinyue tried to look away, but her chin was tilted back by a cold finger. A cold, hurried kiss descended immediately. Su Mi pressed her entire body against her, wordlessly prying open Qiao Xinyue’s slightly drawn-up knees and forcing her way between them with a dominant posture.

From a distance, Qiao Xinyue’s head was tilted back, exposing her slender neck, her shoulders hunched because her hands were braced behind her. Su Mi, with one hand supporting herself beside Qiao Xinyue and the other clutching her chin as they kissed, looked down at her like a predator guarding its tender prey. Every inch of her soul screamed to devour her whole, yet she forcibly suppressed the urge.

Slower, don’t scare her.

The dark red lines in her pupils deepened, resembling a blood moon. Su Mi ground her lips against the other’s red, parted mouth with extreme tenderness, repeatedly tasting the faint warmth she could detect.

Qiao Xinyue was kissed into a hazy fog; her racing heartbeat made her limbs go weak. This dream felt more intense than any before, making it hard for her to keep up. Suddenly, she let out a moan she didn’t even realize she was making.

The sound was very soft, nearly lost in the rustle of fabric, but it was caught by Su Mi’s keen ears. Immediately, Su Mi increased the intensity of her touch. Her cold lips left the reddened mouth to trail down the pale pink neck, her canines nipping and grinding against the delicate skin.

The slight pain made Qiao Xinyue frown. She reached out to push her away, but in the next moment, her hands gripped Su Mi’s shoulders tightly, her head snapping back with a sharp gasp.

As her buttons were slowly undone, Su Mi reached out to grasp that blooming spring. Willow branches swept over the hills in the spring breeze, birds pecked at pearls, wings brushed across the plains to reach the finish line.

Qiao Xinyue’s eyes grew misty. She felt a burning heat in her chest and blood, yet every place she was touched felt icy cold. The tremors caused by that touch were enough to make every nerve shiver. Lying there, she felt her consciousness being lashed repeatedly, becoming blurred and chaotic.

At a certain moment, she cried out, trying with all her might to escape. But Su Mi would not give her the chance. The facade she had struggled to maintain was being slowly torn away, revealing a messy interior that moved forward with irresistible layers.

Qiao Xinyue’s waist went soft. As she turned her head, her moisture-drenched eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. With her swollen lips slightly parted, her entire consciousness focused on the depth of that icy sensation. This was different from what she had imagined, everything happening exceeded her understanding.

“So… so cold…”

She tried to soften her voice to beg for mercy, unaware that it only made the other more ferocious. A moment later, a roar sounded in Qiao Xinyue’s mind, and her voice shook: “No, no… I think this is… a bit too much…”

Even if it was a dream, it wasn’t okay. They say dreams are reflections of one’s consciousness, was her consciousness really this… this shameless?

Su Mi’s hand on her leg tightened, and the muscles in her shoulders tensed. Her face, a mix of endurance and restraint, lifted slightly. “Be good, don’t move.” Otherwise, she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t accidentally hurt her.

Something seemed to be burning in Qiao Xinyue’s rising and falling chest, and a searing heat spread to her ring finger. But, driven nearly to madness, she had no time to worry about it. For ten long seconds, she couldn’t even focus her eyes, biting her lower lip hard to suppress the sounds about to escape.

But some things couldn’t be suppressed.

In her blurred consciousness, she seemed to hear a faint swallowing sound. Qiao Xinyue used all her strength to prop up her upper body and look down. Under the dim light, the other’s porcelain skin looked translucent and bright. There seemed to be a glint of moisture on the tip of her nose, and her cold lips were strikingly prominent.

In those icy eyes, the dark red pupils dilated suddenly, exuding a touch of the supernatural.

Su Mi pulled Qiao Xinyue into her arms, holding her bride as they sat. She kissed her cheek, perhaps from staying in a warm place too long, those cold lips now carried a hint of heat. Qiao Xinyue let her kiss her blankly, as if she hadn’t recovered from the previous touch, until the familiar tremor returned. Her pupils dilated, and she scrambled to escape.

“No more! Why isn’t it over yet today?”

Hearing this, Su Mi curled her lips into a smile and slowly pressed her back down. “The wedding night has only just begun.” Her voice was clear and clean, but with an underlying chill.

Qiao Xinyue shuddered as she was pressed back. The words made her tremble, and she couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Because Su Mi couldn’t feel exact feedback, her strength occasionally lacked proportion, leading to Qiao Xinyue losing control.

Later, Qiao Xinyue began to break down, crying as she said, “I don’t ever want to dream of you again!” This dream was too terrifying for her, more so than the last two years combined.

“I will come to see you,” Su Mi whispered, kissing her sweat-soaked temple.

Qiao Xinyue sobbed unsteadily. “I don’t even know you well, don’t come see me.”

Su Mi remained unmoved. “Then let’s get to know each other a bit longer.”

Eventually, unable to take anymore, Qiao Xinyue changed her tune. “You can’t get fat off one bite. My teachers taught us to look at things with a ‘sustainable development’ perspective… can’t you leave some for next time?”

Only then did Su Mi stop. She held her little wife and comforted her gently. “Do you remember my name this time?”

Exhausted and drowsy, Qiao Xinyue nodded weakly and said impatiently, “I know, I know. Su Mi, right?” This person had asked her countless times in the middle of it. If she couldn’t answer or was too slow, it resulted in endless torment.

Su Mi’s lips curved upward. Her eyes, filled with satisfaction, looked elegant and soft. “Also remember… I am your wife.”

Although Su Mi tried to restrain her strength, she ultimately failed to control it perfectly. She saw that the sleeping Qiao Xinyue was covered in marks. If this were only within a “Trace Dream,” the marks wouldn’t remain, but since she had removed the dream state toward the end, these marks would inevitably manifest in the physical world.

Thus, Su Mi spent extra time erasing the “evidence” one by one. During the process, she even woke Qiao Xinyue. Thinking Su Mi wanted to continue, Qiao Xinyue bit down hard on the webbing of Su Mi’s hand. If Su Mi weren’t non-human, she likely would have bled.

“Pah, pah… freezing my teeth,” Qiao Xinyue spat out unhappily.

After coaxing her to sleep, Su Mi returned to the Ghost Realm. A night in the human world was only half an hour in the Ghost Realm.

Meng Qing, who used to roll her eyes at the mere sight of her, was now all smiles. “Has Your Majesty finally completely sealed the marriage contract?”

“Congratulations, Your Majesty! Felicitations, Your Majesty!” The little paper men popped out, chirping and jumping around to offer their congratulations. With red strips stuck to their foreheads, they looked like silly little hopping zombies.

“While I am away, the affairs of the Ghost Realm are entrusted to you. Contact me directly if anything happens,” Su Mi instructed Meng Qing.

“Meng Qing obeys.” Hearing this, Meng Qing realized Su Mi intended to stay in the human world for a while. She wouldn’t interfere, of course, her only wish was for a certain person to return early.

After Meng Qing left, Su Mi still had to handle some unfinished business from before her departure. When she touched objects, the sensation under her fingertips seemed much clearer than before. She knew this was the sensory connection Qiao Xinyue had brought her.

Su Mi focused, wanting to finish these chores as quickly as possible so she could go find her. But just as she finished and prepared to leave, a little paper man suddenly jumped out. “Your Majesty, it’s bad! The little Madam has run away early!”

In the bustling high-speed rail station, Qiao Xinyue walked with her luggage, her pace hurried.

The story goes back a few hours. Qiao Xinyue slept until noon. When she opened her eyes, she stared blankly at the ceiling, and then the blushing images and unspeakable sounds from the dream flooded her mind.

Flushed, she sat up to get out of bed. As soon as she stood, her knees went weak. Fortunately, there was a thick rug by the bed, so the fall didn’t hurt.

She hadn’t closed the curtains before sleeping, and sunlight was now streaming in, hitting the rug. Qiao Xinyue felt a glare, not from the sun, but from a reflection. She followed the light and saw a blood-red ring encircling the ring finger of the hand she was using to prop herself up.

She instinctively reached for her neck, but felt nothing. “When did I put this…”

The scene of that person putting the ring on her in the dream flashed through her mind, along with the feeling of cold lips against her knuckles.

Qiao Xinyue remained somewhat calm, thinking she might have put it on in her sleep. She tried to take it off, but it wouldn’t budge, exactly like the situation two years ago.

Outside, Qiao’s mother knocked on the door to call her for lunch, but Qiao Xinyue had no appetite. “Mom, I’m not eating!”

Hearing the anxiety in her daughter’s voice, Qiao’s mother tried the door and opened it. She saw her daughter sitting on the floor, pulling at something on her hand. She originally thought her daughter was being playful and got something stuck, but when she saw the blood-colored jade ring, she froze.

“It… it came to find you?”

Qiao Xinyue looked up, her face full of confusion.

Half an hour later, after learning the secret of the ring from her mother, Qiao Xinyue turned pale. “Mom, you’re saying… I… I’m married to… a ghost?”

“Don’t be afraid, Xinyue. That old lady said you’re still no different from a normal person and can live a normal life,” her mother comforted her.

Qiao Xinyue felt terrible. How could it be fine? Last night, she didn’t just encounter a ghost, she and the ghost… Aaaaahhhhh!

At that moment, the words of that beautiful ghost from her dream rang in her ears again, telling her to remember her name and calling herself her wife. Qiao Xinyue’s face turned from white to red. She felt she couldn’t stay there for another second, so she immediately changed her train ticket to leave home early.

Before the school break, her photography club had arranged a trip to another province to take photos, and today was the departure day. Qiao Xinyue thought that if she ran to a distant place, maybe that female ghost wouldn’t be able to find her for a while.

She successfully left home and reached the station. Standing in the crowded throngs of people gave her a sense of security. After boarding the train, she looked up at the seat numbers to find her spot.

Her seat was 15D, an aisle seat. When she found it, she saw a woman already sitting in the window seat. The woman’s face was turned toward the window, showing only a small portion of her profile. Her skin was porcelain-white without a single blemish. Her jawline gave an impression of sharp, cold beauty, and her pursed lips looked noble and indifferent.

Qiao Xinyue stared blankly until someone behind her nudged her to move. She quickly sat down. At that moment, the woman by the window turned her head, revealing the very face that made Qiao Xinyue’s heart leap out of her chest.

Su Mi propped her head on her hand, light and shadow dancing across her face. Her voice was clear and slightly cold.

“Found you.”