After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 33

Yue Xi sat on the edge of the bed, holding her head in regret.

Behind her, Xiao Qing was fast asleep, her breathing shallow, lips slightly pursed and glistening red, looking as soft and bouncy as jelly.

But on her fair neck were several red marks, turning purple after a night, looking shockingly vivid.

Thinking of how she lost control last night, Yue Xi broke down completely.

She wasn’t a child anymore—how could she have so little self-control? The more she thought about it, the more miserable she felt. She decided to step outside to clear her head.

But as soon as she stood up, her hand was caught. Yue Xi turned her head to see Xiao Qing, sleep still lingering in her eyes, looking at her drowsily.

“Jiejie, where are you going?”

“I… I’m just going out to get some air.”

Xiao Qing opened one eye to glance outside. The sky was still dim; dawn hadn’t yet arrived.

“It’s still early. Sleep a little more, otherwise you’ll have no energy to play later.”

As she spoke, she tugged Yue Xi down, making her fall back onto the bed.

Xiao Qing let out a little hum, smiling as she hooked her arms around Yue Xi’s neck, snuggling her entire body into Yue Xi’s embrace.

Yue Xi dared not move at all. Her hands froze for a long time before finally settling onto Xiao Qing’s back, patting her lightly.

Xiao Qing raised her head, grabbed Yue Xi’s other hand, and stuffed it under the blanket.

“Jiejie (let’s cuddle close).”

All the blood in Yue Xi’s body rushed to her head, her heartbeat accelerating as if she were about to explode.

Last night, she hadn’t gone all the way—she had only held Xiao Qing and relieved her once. But now? Was this Xiao Qing wanting more after tasting it once?

Yue Xi tried to pull her hand back, but accidentally brushed against something… Xiao Qing let out a kitten-like whimper, her already hazy eyes turning even more clouded with longing.

“Jiejie～”

She knew exactly how to toy with Yue Xi—her voice was soft, sweet, and dangerously piercing straight into Yue Xi’s heart.

Yue Xi swallowed hard, trying her best to stay calm. “We can’t… this isn’t right. You have to listen, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Xiao Qing nodded, then pouted her lips for a kiss. “Then Jiejie, kiss me.”

Yue Xi thought—kissing is better than the alternative—so she cupped the back of her head and kissed her.

But it wasn’t a fleeting kiss.

Their lips and tongues tangled, breath mingling, hot and heavy.

It was only when the kiss deepened endlessly that Yue Xi realized she had fallen into Xiao Qing’s trap.

Xiao Qing slowly climbed on top of her, pressing down against Yue Xi’s hand. To be precise, her body was holding Yue Xi’s hand in place.

Because of the hand’s particular position, Yue Xi didn’t dare move recklessly, intending to wait until the kiss ended to push her away.

But Xiao Qing seemed to have predicted this. Like a kitten rubbing about in her arms, she squirmed until her goal was achieved.

Yue Xi felt a wet heat against her palm. Her eyes flew wide open—Xiao Qing’s face was flushed, her eyes rimmed red, an inexplicable seductive allure radiating from her.

“Jiejie, wuwu…”

She shifted restlessly, making Yue Xi’s hand move with her. Yue Xi took a deep breath, curling her fingers.

The little cat’s moans were so delicate and intoxicating it felt like spring had come early.

Xiao Qing melted completely against Yue Xi’s chest, boneless and pliant, her warm breaths spilling across Yue Xi’s neck, fanning the fire inside her even more.

Yue Xi, her heart in a frenzy, could only press down on Xiao Qing, trying to steady her.

Short of breath, Xiao Qing pulled back slightly, dazed for a moment, then opened her mouth again.

Yue Xi’s own breathing grew heavier, body burning hotter, every drop of blood seeming to surge toward her head.

Not satisfied, Xiao Qing’s fingers curled and drew little shapes across Yue Xi’s body.

Such a scene could make anyone’s blood boil—how could Yue Xi restrain herself? Xiao Qing gave a sharp cry and collapsed limply against her.

The small room echoed with their uneven breaths. When Yue Xi finally calmed down, she gently stroked Xiao Qing’s hair.

Her hair was dark and glossy, soft and plentiful, enviably healthy despite never being specially cared for.

Now, her black strands spilled down, some across her own back, some across Yue Xi’s body—cool and smooth to the touch, a comfort amidst the heat.

When Xiao Qing recovered her strength, she slowly propped herself up, gazing intently at Yue Xi.

The look made Yue Xi’s back prickle. She hurriedly hid both her hands.

“No more, okay?”

Xiao Qing pouted unhappily, but Yue Xi ignored it, firm in her stance. Xiao Qing muttered softly, then flopped back down, curling into her arms to sleep again.

Within two minutes, her breathing evened out. Yue Xi brushed her little cat’s leg lightly, and with a touch, everything was cleaned and refreshed.

Dawn broke, light seeping through the curtains. Yue Xi had planned to let Xiao Qing sleep a little longer before waking her—but ended up dozing off herself.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept when urgent knocking jolted her awake.

Just as she opened her eyes, Xiao Qing shot upright, eyes wary toward the door.

Yue Xi patted her back to reassure her, then called out: “Who is it?”

Her voice was husky from sleep, lower than usual, mesmerizingly pleasant.

Xiao Qing, clingy as ever, nuzzled into her chest and bit lightly at her barely-there Adam’s apple.

A low moan was caught in Yue Xi’s throat. Panicked, she yanked the little cat away, her fingers gripping the back of her neck.

Xiao Qing pouted in protest, her brows creasing slightly, little nose twitching adorably.

“Hurry and open up, something’s happened!” Ji Shuang’s urgent voice sounded from outside.

Yue Xi immediately threw on a robe and opened the door.

“Xu Ruoci is missing,” Ji Shuang blurted. “The crew has been searching all morning—they’re going crazy.”

Yue Xi instantly understood. On such a small island, if so many staff couldn’t find her after half a day, it could only mean one thing: a disappearance under unnatural circumstances.

She dressed quickly and headed to the site of last night’s duel with Xu Ruoci. There was still a trace of her baleful energy lingering. Yue Xi formed seals and activated a formation, sensing faint remnants of Xu Ruoci’s life force.

“How could it be so weak?”

“What is it?” Ji Shuang asked, leaning closer.

Yue Xi didn’t answer, only gestured for her to follow the guiding talisman.

The three of them trekked a long way from the shore until, among jagged rocks, they finally found Xu Ruoci.

Ji Shuang was stunned speechless at the sight. Yue Xi wasn’t surprised—she slapped a talisman onto Xu Ruoci, restoring her consciousness.

Her hair was white, her skin shriveled like an old husk, withered to the bone. The only thing unchanged was her pair of upturned phoenix eyes, now clouded with suffering.

Xu Ruoci’s hands trembled as she touched her face, eyes widening in horror, lips moving soundlessly.

“Xu Ruoci, you’ve committed too many sins. This is your retribution.”

Yue Xi’s words pinned her like a nail to the gallows. Xu Ruoci had no defense. Tears welled up and fell as she let out broken sobs.

“What do we do with her?” Ji Shuang whispered.

“No need to rush,” Yue Xi replied. “She’ll make her own choice.”

Sure enough, Xu Ruoci wiped her tears, struggled to move, and finally knelt at Yue Xi’s feet.

“Taoist Master, I beg you to save me.”

Yue Xi looked down coldly. “And why would you think I would?”

The heavy baleful aura on her proved she had harmed no less than ten lives. To not obliterate her soul outright was already mercy.

Xu Ruoci kowtowed repeatedly, the sound thudding against the ground.

“I have money—lots of it. Whatever you want, name the price, just help me once.”

Just yesterday she had been vicious, wanting Yue Xi’s life. Now she was debasing herself in desperation. Yue Xi felt complicated, her expression unreadable.

“You know your condition. Even if I help you, you won’t live more than a few days.”

“It doesn’t matter. I just need one day—to say goodbye. One day is enough.”

Yue Xi considered, then said: “One talisman is one hundred thousand. No bargaining.”

Terrified she would refuse, Xu Ruoci sighed in relief at her agreement. “Fine, whatever you say.”

She handed over one million. Ten talismans would be enough to sustain her original form for a day.

“Alright. I’ll give you two now, the rest after we return.”

Creating talismans was draining; she couldn’t afford to expend too much at once.

Xu Ruoci nodded eagerly, reaching out with trembling hands. But Yue Xi, watching her feeble state, pulled her hand back.

Xu Ruoci’s eyes widened in panic. Her white hair fluttered, wrinkles deepening as her hand dropped, her body shrinking inward like a quail.

If Yue Xi changed her mind, she was powerless—completely at her mercy.

Yue Xi crushed the two talismans into energy and pressed them into her brow. Slowly, Xu Ruoci’s form returned to normal.

“Remember this—never touch evil again. If you do, my talismans will lose effect.”

Xu Ruoci looked up gratefully. Yue Xi didn’t need her gratitude—this was merely a transaction.

“Let’s go. If you stay gone much longer, the director will have to offer his own life in apology.”

Back at the set, the crew greeted her return like New Year’s. The director, relieved beyond words, accepted Xu Ruoci’s excuse of “just taking a walk.”

After such a scare, Yue Xi didn’t take Xiao Qing out to play. That afternoon, they left with the rest of the guests.

Ji Shuang, who had held back questions the whole time, finally spoke once they got home.

“What happened to Xu Ruoci? My beautiful goddess—how could she end up like that?”

“It’s a long story. But in short—never commit evil against heaven and earth.”

Yue Xi said no more, carrying the dozing Xiao Qing into the bedroom.

The little cat couldn’t stand heat. Whenever the weather was hot, she became languid, clinging to Yue Xi constantly. On the way back, she had fallen asleep in her arms.

Seeing her pale little face, Yue Xi’s eyes softened with distress. She adjusted the air conditioner a few degrees lower.

Pei Ying had already reserved a table at a fancy restaurant and even brought back ice cream and cake for Xiao Qing—thoughtful as ever.

Ji Shuang teased him about finally opening up. He only smiled gently, not explaining.

Suspicious, Ji Shuang squinted at him. “Don’t tell me… you’re falling for Xiao Qing?”

Before he could answer, she cut in quickly: “No way! Absolutely not! Xiao Qing’s still young—you can’t have designs on her.”

At that moment, Yue Xi emerged from the room. “Xiao Qing’s still asleep. You’ll have to wait a bit longer. Oh, what were you two just talking about?”

Ji Shuang gave an awkward laugh. “N-nothing.”

Then she shot Pei Ying a look: “Forget it. You’ll never get past Daozhang. Just drop it, got it?”

Pei Ying nodded silently.

“Good. That’s better,” Ji Shuang said smugly, sprawling across the sofa.

But Pei Ying’s gaze deepened.

That night, under the faint starlight—

Xu Ruoci, dressed carefully to conceal her frailty, waited outside Fan Xing’s home.

Her palms sweated around her phone, calls failing again and again. Just as she was about to leave, a familiar voice came from behind.

“Xu Ruoci? What are you doing here?”

The sound pierced straight into her heart. Her chest burned hot as she fought back tears, turning to see Fan Xing.

She wore a nightgown, carrying a bag of trash, a crystal bracelet glinting on her wrist—the very one Xu Ruoci had given her eight years ago.

Back then, after they’d won a competition and secured a contract, Xu Ruoci had spent all her money to buy it as a gift for her.

Who would have thought, after all these years, she was still wearing it? Did that mean… Fan Xing still loved her?

The thought filled Xu Ruoci with both agony and ecstasy, her expression twisted with emotion.

Fan Xing shifted uncomfortably under her stare, her tone frosty: “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”

She tried to brush past her, but Xu Ruoci yanked her into a desperate embrace.

“Little Star…”

Her voice was wet with emotion, brimming with the joy of regaining what was lost. She clung to Fan Xing with all her strength, as if she could fuse them into one.

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