After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 41

Yue Xi knew the other party’s cultivation was higher than hers, but she hadn’t expected to lose so miserably.

With just one move, she no longer had any strength to fight back.

The white shadow sneered more obviously, mocking:
“With that kind of strength, you still think you can protect Qing He?”

Struck in the chest, Yue Xi felt as if her organs had all shifted, a searing pain burning within.

She took a deep breath, finally able to speak:
“Don’t you dare harm her!”

She lifted her peachwood sword again, but before she could even swing it, the blade shattered into several pieces.

“I’ll give you one chance—leave the mountain now, and I’ll spare your life.”

Yue Xi’s hands were numb from the shock, and only after a while did sensation return.

“Impossible! Unless you show me that Xiao Qing is safe, I’ll fight you to the death.”

This time, the white shadow didn’t mock her, but instead trapped her in a swirl of mist.

“I have a bad temper. If you don’t listen the first time, I won’t give you a second chance.”

A gust of wind swept past, and Yue Xi was carried down the mountain by the mist.

It was then she realized just how weak she was. Hunting small ghosts among humans was manageable, but in front of someone truly powerful, she was nothing but prey.

Just as despair set in, a vine lashed out, caught her, and quickly pulled her back.

“Didn’t you say it was just a small test? So much for keeping your word.”

Qing He caught Yue Xi, who nearly stumbled upon landing, her tone sharp toward the white shadow.

“Now that you have a Dao companion, you’ve forgotten your brother. Truly heartbreaking.”

“Cut the act.” Qing He struck back, and the white shadow dispersed.

From those words, Yue Xi caught the meaning and asked:
“So just now was on purpose?”

Qing He looked at her, vines behind her twitching restlessly, ready to bind Yue Xi at any moment.

“At first, I didn’t know. I came to save you, but Yu Zhu told me not to worry—he wouldn’t hurt you.”

Yue Xi thought back. She hadn’t heard them speak aloud, but since the siblings were gods, they must have their own special way of communicating.

The memory of what had just happened flashed in her mind, making her cheeks burn. Her gaze darted everywhere except at Qing He.

Seeing her fluster, Qing He chuckled softly:
“Don’t you like me?”

Yue Xi didn’t dare answer.

Qing He brushed her hand over the broken peachwood sword, and it was instantly restored.

“Let Yu Zhu deal with the mountain. Let’s head down first.”

Yue Xi didn’t know the details, but if Xiao Qing said it was fine, then it probably was.

Still, she would rather stay on the mountain—once they went down, who knew what kind of interrogation awaited her.

But after what had just happened, she had come to terms with some things.

Liking someone couldn’t be hidden. Even if she didn’t say it, it would show in other ways.

Since fate had let her meet Xiao Qing early, then everything was already destined.

Even if it meant forcing apart the “official pairing” and dying for it, she would no longer hesitate.

The more one worried, the more the mind wandered; courage withered, too. Why waste time on what-ifs?

“Xiao Qing, I like you.”

Qing He turned to her, eyes flashing with obvious pride.

“I know.”

Yue Xi suddenly felt at peace, gripping Qing He’s hand as they walked down the mountain together.

The innkeeper, just about to close for the night, spotted them and quickly ushered them inside.

“Come in, come in! Fu Yu Mountain hasn’t been safe lately—it’s better not to wander around at night.”

Then he remembered Yue Xi was a Daoist priest and added:
“Although, Daoist Yue shouldn’t fear such things.”

Thinking back to her earlier thrashing, Yue Xi gave a bitter smile:
“I’m afraid too. There are too many unknown things on that mountain. With my meager skills, I’m no match.”

The innkeeper thought she was just being modest and didn’t argue. Yue Xi’s room was still available, and the two stayed there.

Xiao Qing went to bathe first. Yue Xi stood by the window, gazing at the dark, eerie mountain outside.

Plugging in her phone, she turned it on—and froze. She had been on the mountain for half a month. Ji Shuang had nearly gone mad, calling over a hundred times, even filing a missing person report with the police.

Strangely, many people had disappeared recently, and the cases were officially under investigation.

Could these missing persons be tied to the strange things the innkeeper had mentioned?

“Yue Xi, come help me for a moment.”

Qing He’s voice broke her train of thought. At some point, the sound of water had stopped.

Yue Xi thought, surely Qing He had dressed by now.

She opened the door—and guessed wrong.

Qing He stood with her back to her, long hair loosely tied, strands trailing down her flawless porcelain skin. Her waist curved perfectly, her hips full and enticing…

Yue Xi’s gaze panicked, fixing itself firmly on the wall.

“What do you want me to help you with?”

Qing He handed her a bottle of body lotion.
“Help me apply this.”

Taking it, Yue Xi asked:
“You never used things like this before, did you?”

Of all the people Yue Xi knew, Qing He best embodied “naturally beautiful.” Her hair was dark and lustrous without any care, long and thick without splitting. Her skin glowed like a peeled egg, flawless and tempting.

She had always scorned such products. Why now?

Qing He shot her a glare.
“I told you to do it. Stop talking so much.”

Yue Xi didn’t dare disobey. She squeezed some lotion onto her hand and began rubbing it onto Qing He’s back, her movements clumsy, her heart unsettled. The more she rubbed, the more uneven it seemed.

Qing He’s back flushed under her touch, like a ripe peach filled with juice.

Yue Xi swallowed hard, her throat dry.
“Th-there, all done.”

Qing He glanced back, the faint red at her eyes impossibly alluring.

“You haven’t done the front yet.”

Yue Xi nearly dropped the bottle. Fighting the pounding of her heart, she stammered:
“Y-you can do the front yourself.”

Before she could finish, Qing He leaned against her.

Her soft body pressed close, and Yue Xi’s whole being went up in flames, her reason on the verge of collapse.

“Yue Xi, your face is so red—why still pretend?”

With a sigh, Yue Xi shut her eyes and pulled the one who’d been teasing her into her arms.

“Where did you even learn these things?”

Qing He smiled playfully, drawing circles on her chest.
“Don’t you like it?”

Lowering her head, Yue Xi kissed her lips, the kiss tinged with urgency. Her tiger teeth broke Qing He’s lip, a faint taste of blood spreading.

Yue Xi no longer cared if it hurt, prying open her mouth and taking her breath until they melted together.

Qing He relished it, as though she and Yue Xi had fused into one, inseparable.

After the initial desperation, Yue Xi grew gentler, but Qing He wasn’t satisfied—she chased after her tongue, biting just enough each time, perfectly controlled.

Yue Xi admitted her heart was utterly caught.

The kiss deepened again. Qing He hooked her arms around Yue Xi’s neck, leaning limply into her.

She struggled to breathe, trying to pull away slightly, but Yue Xi held her head and dove deeper.

The bathroom’s steam dissipated, leaving the air thick and damp. Releasing her at last, Yue Xi smiled at her dazed expression.

Qing He gasped, too breathless for words. Yue Xi cupped her neck, licking away the traces at her lips.

Her cheeks glowed scarlet, eyes misty, so soft she seemed like she’d melt.

When Yue Xi made no further move, she fidgeted uneasily in her arms.

A mischievous thought flickered in Yue Xi’s mind.
“Call me ‘sister.’”

Qing He frowned—yet only looked more alluring.

When Yue Xi was about to lose control, she finally whispered, weakly:
“…Sister.”

Yue Xi’s eyes darkened. She wrapped an arm around Qing He’s waist and set her atop the sink.

The cold surface made Qing He flinch, a soft whimper escaping her lips, her eyes shimmering as she looked down, lashes lowered. More intoxicating than any potion.

Yue Xi lowered her lips to her neck, sucking gently along her collarbone, leaving neat rows of teeth marks.

Qing He’s body trembled, arching backward until Yue Xi caught her—her lips brushing against a sensitive spot.

Seizing it, Yue Xi drew out a kitten-like mewl.

Her tenderness drove Qing He to the edge, until she rubbed her legs against her, forcing Yue Xi to release her at last with a soft pop.

Qing He was already undone, tears brimming, her eyes rimmed red.

Yue Xi knelt before her, looking up.
“Baby, hold onto the edge of the sink.”

If not, she feared the pleasure would be too much and Qing He might slip.

Her limbs weak, Qing He’s trembling hands reached for the edge—but before she could grasp it, she gasped, muffling a cry as her hand shot instead into Yue Xi’s hair.

Yue Xi felt the sharp tug, but compared to the bliss before her, the sting meant nothing.

Their eyes met—Qing He’s gaze burning, her fingers sliding deeper into her dark hair, pushing her forward.

Heh. Hehehe.

Hehehehehehehe.

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