After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 40

Yue Xi was about to lose her mind.

Her reason told her she shouldn’t be like this, but the warmth coming from her palm made her heart waver—something she just couldn’t let go of.

Qing He’s porcelain-white skin was tinged red, her gaze slightly hazy. She lowered her eyes and looked at Yue Xi for a few seconds, then leaned down to kiss her lips.

Yue Xi’s other hand was tied. To keep her balance, she had no choice but to cooperate with Qing He, and the moment she did, the two became entangled again.

The sound of kissing—“tsk, tsk”—mixed with the rustling of the lake water stirred by the wind, as if their desire was being washed clean.

Qing He bit Yue Xi’s tongue as punishment, leaving several cuts on her lips, and only when she tasted blood did she finally release her.

Silver threads clung between them, refusing to break. Yue Xi’s eyes were tinted with a thin red haze; her throat bobbed noticeably as she tilted her head up to look at Qing He.

Qing He was very satisfied with her appearance, a sense of having her submit. Yet, deep down, she knew it was all just on the surface.

If Yue Xi weren’t bound, she would have left her without hesitation.

“Do you still think we’re sisters now?”

Qing He pinched her chin, deliberately squeezed her hand, while Yue Xi couldn’t say a word—her chest was on fire, threatening to burn away her sanity.

Or perhaps it already had—only her restricted movements prevented her from showing it.

Qing He wrapped her arms around Yue Xi’s neck, leaning on her completely. The sudden increase in weight made their connection even deeper, the heat so intense Yue Xi almost flinched.

As she shrank back, Qing He let out a cat-like whimper, her breathing growing ragged, hot air spilling across Yue Xi’s neck and behind her ear, burning her whole body.

Yue Xi turned her head and kissed Qing He’s ear. “Xiao Qing, untie my hands.”

Qing He ignored her, playing by herself. Yue Xi was nearly driven mad, softening her voice to beg: “Baby, untie me, please?”

Qing He lifted her head to look at her. “What if you run away once I do?”

“I won’t. Never again.” Yue Xi kissed the corner of her lips, her tone resolute. “I swear to the heavens—if I lie, then let me—”

Qing He covered her mouth, scolding lightly: “You’re a cultivator. An oath would really bind you.”

Though she didn’t want Yue Xi to lie, even more so she wanted her safe. Nothing in this world was absolute—what if she really tried to sneak away again one day?

Yue Xi bit her fingers, mumbling: “Then just untie me, hmm? Be good~”

With a flick of Qing He’s hand, the vines hanging in the air snapped. The moment she regained freedom, Yue Xi wrapped her arms tightly around Qing He’s waist.

Qing He pressed her forehead against hers. “Do you like me?”

I love you. Yue Xi almost blurted it out, but at the thought of the consequences, she hesitated.

Qing He turned her face aside in bitter disappointment. “Not even a little?”

Yue Xi tightened her arms, pulling her into an embrace, kissing her cheek and lips with guilt and tenderness.

Qing He grabbed her collar, her voice hoarse. “You took such good care of me, even left all your money to me. Do you dare say you don’t love me at all?”

At first, she only wanted to keep Yue Xi by her side, a pleasant object to brighten her mood. But after truly merging with her, she realized she wanted more and more.

She didn’t just want Yue Xi’s body—she wanted her heart.

Yue Xi’s silence stabbed at her like a knife. By the time Qing He realized her eyes were burning, her tears had already fallen.

A drop landed on Yue Xi’s chin, making her heart tremble. Qing He stubbornly turned her head, biting her lip to hold back any sound.

Yue Xi’s throat tightened painfully, unable to speak for a long while.

“Don’t cry.”

“If it hurts too much, then…hit me instead.”

Qing He turned back toward her, lashes wet with tears, her pupils shining brighter than stars after being washed.

“You’d rather be beaten than admit you like me?”

Yue Xi wanted to speak harshly to end her hopes, but looking into those eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t.” Yue Xi rested her head against her chest, voice heavy. “In your story, I’m just a throwaway character who won’t even last three chapters. Yu Qing is the one meant for you.”

Qing He suddenly shoved her away, eyes shadowed. “So you’d rather push me toward a woman I’ve only met twice, than try even a little yourself?”

Yue Xi had no rebuttal.

Xiao Qing was right—she was selfish and cowardly. To protect her own survival, she was ready to hand over the one she loved to another.

A woman too afraid to face her own heart—how could she deserve Xiao Qing’s love?

Xiao Qing loved boldly, hated boldly, like the radiant moon. But Yue Xi was timid, selfish, weak—mere dust beneath her feet.

The moon should forever hang in the sky. How could it be stained by dust?

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want sorry—I want you to love me!”

Qing He kissed her madly, lips tasting of blood.

They struggled in that desperate atmosphere all night long until exhaustion forced them apart.

With a wave of Qing He’s hand, their bodies became clean again. She didn’t stay, though—after binding Yue Xi once more, she left.

When she was gone, the cave returned to darkness. Yue Xi lay on the hay, afraid to close her eyes.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess. Whenever she shut her eyes, she saw Qing He’s disappointed gaze, her tear-streaked face, and that moment of pleasure without love.

From then on, Qing He came every day. After feeding her a little food, she would begin her taking again, treating her like nothing more than an object.

Yue Xi gradually lost track of time, not knowing how long she had been there.

Until one day, Qing He said she was letting her go.

Stepping out of the cave, Yue Xi was blinded by the harsh sunlight. Having gone so long without it, her eyes watered uncontrollably.

Qing He watched her and suddenly smiled faintly.

“Let’s just say those tears are for me.”

Then she turned and walked into the forest. Her slender figure looked lonely, even resolute, as if this was farewell for life.

Panic gripped Yue Xi’s heart. Without a moment’s hesitation, she followed. Yet the instant she nearly reached her, Qing He vanished.

Thick mist blocked her path, the sky and earth changing colors. Fierce winds rose, sand and stones flying so violently she couldn’t open her eyes.

Yue Xi cast a Binding Phoenix Talisman, but it didn’t even last a minute. She instantly knew—someone was behind this storm.

The fog surged toward her. Instinctively, she shut her eyes. When she opened them again, she was at the ruined temple halfway up Mount Fuyu.

Her opponent’s cultivation was far beyond hers, yet they only forced her out instead of harming her. Could their true target be Xiao Qing?

Yue Xi’s heart sank. She dashed up the mountain at her fastest speed.

But then, she fell into a loop.

No matter how far she walked, the peak remained endlessly distant. The path stretched forever.

Dark clouds smothered the sky, pressing down on her. It felt like a boulder weighed on her chest, stealing her breath.

She tried every method she could think of, but the illusion held strong. From dawn to dusk, Yue Xi grew exhausted, yet she didn’t dare stop.

After so long under gloomy skies, night came, and suddenly the clouds scattered. The moon shone unnaturally bright.

Silver light poured down, making the already eerie mountain even more sinister.

Using her peachwood sword as a staff, Yue Xi dragged herself step by step upward. Suddenly, she heard rustling ahead.

Shadows swayed; a white mist gathered into a human form, floating just a short distance away.

“You want to see Qing He?”

Yue Xi stayed alert but answered, “Yes.”

“Why? Don’t you dislike her?”

Instead of replying, Yue Xi shot back, “You made this illusion, didn’t you? What do you want with Xiao Qing?”

“That depends. Maybe I’ll take her away. Maybe I’ll kill her.”

Yue Xi’s expression darkened instantly, peachwood sword raised.

The white figure chuckled. “You think you can touch me? You can’t even protect yourself, and you want to protect Qing He?”

“I know I’m no match for you. But before I die, I won’t let you harm a single hair on her head!”

The laughter came again, this time dripping with scorn.

“Mere mortal. A crawling ant.”

Yue Xi poured her blood onto the peachwood sword. It flared with a chilling light, its power magnified a hundredfold.

“My life may be worthless, but as long as I draw breath, I’ll never let you hurt Xiao Qing!”

The white shadow sneered, its mist spreading to shroud the entire mountain. Above them, the moon swelled several times larger, turning blood-red.

Under the blood moon, a girl in a green robe, hair trailing to the ground, stood behind a great tree. Calm and collected, she watched Yue Xi, and when she heard her words, she smiled.

Guess who this mysterious figure is?

Qing He: Who gets it—someone who won’t admit they love me, yet is willing to die for me.

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