After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 44

An indescribable feeling surged up from her chest, and Yue xi froze on the spot.

She didn’t dare move. Not at all.

Just as she was about to stop Qing he, the girl lay still against her.

“So soft… so comfortable.”

Qing he rested on Yue xi’s body, her face buried in Yue xi’s chest, her breathing gradually evening out.

Yue xi glanced down at her, a helpless look in her eyes. Was she treating her like some nest to ease her pain?

Qing he curled herself up tightly, like a child returning to the womb. Yuexi lifted her upper body and leaned against a nearby stone, holding the curled-up Qing he firmly in her arms.

Qing he wasn’t fully conscious; she clutched Yuexi’s collar, her eyes half-lidded, teetering between wakefulness and sleep.

Yue xi gently patted her back in comfort, then looked around. Heaven and earth were a chaotic blur, yin and yang indistinguishable, even the light dim and murky.

Where is this place?

While she was dazed, a blinding beam of light shot out from the chaos. In an instant, heaven and earth shifted; yin and yang separated; the sun rose from the horizon, scattering the surrounding darkness in a single sweep.

A figure walked toward them, tall and cold as ice, elegance radiating from every step.

The closer Yue xi looked, the more familiar the figure seemed. Just then, the Qing he in her arms opened her eyes and also noticed the anomaly, staring ahead.

The figure drew nearer, and Yue xi’s heart jolted. She already knew the answer.

The Qing he in her arms seemed deeply averse to the newcomer, urging Yue xi to leave. Yue xi had just stood up when a thick vine coiled around her.

The vine was a dark green, deceptively supple but as thick as a child’s arm. It wound up from Yue xi’s legs, binding her and Qing he together.

Earlier, Qing he’s divine power had surged — logically, a single vine shouldn’t have restrained her. Yet she was powerless.

“You do know how to enjoy yourself.”

Qing he’s ethereal voice drifted over. The vine split into several, binding Yue xi’s limbs and dragging Qing he away.

“What are you doing?! Let me go right now!” the younger Qing he shouted angrily.

The other ignored her, walking straight up to Yuexi. Her face was Qing he’s, identical in every way — as if they were one and the same person.

The older Qing he looked at Yuexi, her gaze dark.
“Fickle, aren’t you? Tired of me because I’m older, so you’ve gone and tangled with the younger one?”

Yue xi almost cried out from sheer injustice, quickly explaining:
“When I got here, I was a tree — then somehow I transformed. I don’t know what’s going on.”

Qing he stared at her without blinking for a long moment, then, deciding she wasn’t lying, released her.

“Where have you been? Are you alright?”

Yue xi pulled at her arm, anxiously checking her over from head to toe.

The younger Qing he was still struggling with the vines. But when she saw Yue xi and the older Qing he together so intimately, she flew into a rage. With a burst of power, the vines shattered around her.

The older Qing he turned, gave her a mocking look, and sneered:
“Quite the little temper.”

The younger Qing he glared furiously, instantly teleporting to Yue xi’s side and hugging her tight.

“She’s mine!”

Her voice rang out with possessive dominance.

The older Qing he leisurely smirked.
“Whether she’s yours or not isn’t up to you. Let her choose.”

The impossible choice fell on Yue xi’s shoulders. She didn’t dare look either of them in the eyes.

Logically, she should choose the Qinghe who had fallen through time with her. But those expectant eyes beside her made her hesitate.

Both of them were Qing he — just from different times.

Yue xi wondered: If I gave her warmth and care now, would she never have fallen into darkness, never turned into a demon? Would she remain the carefree Divine Princess forever?

Before she could decide, the two Qing hes were already fighting.

The battle raged fiercely. Yuexi tried to slip away somewhere safe, but the vines targeted her instead.

The older Qing he’s thick vine caught her hand; the younger Qing he’s slender vine wrapped around her ankle.

Neither side would yield. Yue xi was pulled back and forth so hard she felt like her bones might stretch enough for her to grow taller.

But sealed for nearly ten thousand years and restrained by the Spirit Ruins’ suppression, the older Qing he actually lost to the younger one. She was bound hand and foot, suspended mid-air.

The younger Qing he strode over to Yuexi, snapped the older one’s vine, and left only her own binding in place.

“You like her?” she asked.

Yue xi nodded.

The younger Qing he frowned, turning toward her older self. Reading her memories, her expression grew complicated. A blush spread across her cheeks and ears.

The older Qing he only sneered:
“Frightened, little brat? If you know what’s good for you, let me down.”

Yue xi had no idea what had just passed between them. She was still confused when suddenly she was shoved to the ground.

But the younger Qing he had laid down a thick cushion of leaves, so she landed as though falling into soft cotton.

The younger one is actually more considerate, Yuexi thought.

The older Qing he’s face immediately darkened.
“What was that?”

Yuexi quickly shut down her thoughts, forcing her mind blank.

The younger Qing he imitated her older self, leaning down to press a kiss to Yue xi’s lips. Her hands roamed restlessly up from Yuexi’s waist.

Yue xi froze, glancing toward the older Qing he. Of course she was furious — but helpless to stop it.

“Don’t touch her!”

The younger one released Yue xi’s lips, smirking mockingly at her older self.

“Don’t shout. Save your energy. Just watch how we tangle ourselves up in pleasure.”

The same face, the same divine essence through the cycle of life. If she still didn’t understand what was happening, she’d truly be a fool.

But the older Qing he refused to acknowledge this person as herself.

Kissing Yue xi again, the younger Qing he’s lips carried the fresh fragrance of sacred fusang leaves. This was her Fusang Tree… her Yuexi — not that other one’s.

And besides, she could certainly do better.

With a sidelong glance at her older self’s darkened expression, the younger Qing he fully immersed herself in this endless ecstasy.

At first, Yue xi resisted — embarrassed to do such things with Qing he’s younger self, especially right in front of her older self.

But the younger Qing he was imitating from scratch — she had never seen such things before, let alone done them.

Still, she was clever, quick to learn, and inventive.

Yue xi’s limbs were bound, leaving her little freedom. The younger Qing he took full initiative, kissing her deeper and more hungrily, soon losing herself in it.

Yue xi tried to push her tongue away, but it was useless. Soon enough, she was swept into the same rhythm, tangled in her kisses.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, breaths mingling, until the taste of each became indistinguishable.

The fresh scent of leaves filled the air. Yue xi’s body heated, her mind turning hazy.

When she glanced at the older Qing he, her face was beyond furious.

Then a hand crept up Yue xi’s chest, tilting her face back.

“Look at me~”

Yue xi’s gaze fell on the younger Qing he. Even in passion, her face was exactly the same as Qing he’s.

Her eyes were tinged red, blush spreading across her cheeks, lips glistening wet like a ripe peach.

Meeting Yue xi’s gaze, the younger Qing he lowered her eyes shyly, then pressed her mouth to Yuexi’s throat, sucking lightly on the faint bump of her Adam’s apple.

The older Qing he’s face darkened to ink, her eyes like the abyss of the sea.

The younger one cast her a teasing glance, then drove a thin vine into Yue xi’s neck.

Yue xi’s eyes flashed, her dark pupils swirling with unrestrained desire. Doing such things with Qing he’s younger self — right in front of her older self — brought a forbidden thrill, the rush of an affair.

All reason fled, leaving only raw, primal longing.

Yue xi swallowed hard, her voice hoarse.
“Xiao Qing… help me untie my hands.”

Qing he: The cuckold… was me all along?!

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