After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 50

The hot water filled the bathroom with rising steam, the damp air making every sound seem sticky. Yue Xi lowered her head, gazing at the person in her arms, and softly asked,

“Do you still want more?”

Qing He lifted her mist-covered eyes toward her, eyes that hooked right into the heart. Yue Xi stopped asking after that.

The sink was too cold after all. Yue Xi lifted her down and let her lean against the wall.

Standing together like that, it was inevitable the water would hit them. Yue Xi’s back was mostly soaked, her face dotted with fine droplets—whether sweat or splashed water, it was hard to tell.

Qing He propped her hands against the wall, long hair falling to one side, revealing her smooth, fair back. Yue Xi kissed her lightly there, the touch silky soft, like running her lips over the finest silk.

Leaning against the wall for so long, Qing He’s back had gone a little cold. When Yue Xi’s warm lips pressed there, she shivered unconsciously.

Droplets hung from Yue Xi’s lashes, veiling most of her emotions, though from what little showed, one could glimpse her mood.

One arm circled Qing He’s waist, pulling her into her embrace. When their skin touched, Qing He felt burned by Yue Xi’s warmth.

“Mmm…”

Qing He turned her head toward her, just in time to crash into Yue Xi’s deep, inky gaze. Her breath caught, and her heart skipped a beat.

“What are you stalling for?”

Even as she spoke, she shifted her waist deliberately.

Yue Xi’s eyes darkened further. She bit Qing He’s nape, and just as Qing He let out a low hum, Yue Xi pressed forward.

Soon Qing He could no longer keep standing steady, driven into the wall. Moisture fogged over her body, her two soft curves pressed down out of shape, sliding downward.

Yue Xi clamped her arms firmly around her waist, hauling her back up whenever she sagged. After repeating this several times, Qing He finally collapsed completely into her embrace.

“So stubborn. Didn’t think you’d break this fast.”

Yue Xi chuckled, and before Qing He could retort, her lips were captured.

Qing He instinctively opened her mouth, nipping lightly at Yue Xi’s tongue. Yue Xi opened her eyes and found Qing He staring right back at her.

“?”—the look in her eyes teased a question.

Qing He’s eyes curved, holding a mischievous smile. Yue Xi’s heart pounded harder, a nameless flutter rising inside.

It was only in this moment that Yue Xi truly confirmed—they had really come out of the Divine Realm, and Qing He no longer had to face those dangers.

A miraculous encounter. A brush with death survived.

Yue Xi’s resolve to stay by Qing He’s side deepened. Whatever her own ending might be, this happiness right now was hers to firmly grasp.

Qing He let out a soft hum. Yue Xi’s hand at her waist slid exactly where it should.

“You’re weak but still playful.”

With that, Yue Xi began a long, teasing torment, pausing each time Qing He let out a delicate moan, repeating the game endlessly.

After a few rounds, Qing He realized she was doing it on purpose. Her eyes filled with shy annoyance, looking irresistible.

Yue Xi feigned innocence, “Oh dear, my baby is angry. What’s wrong?”

Qing He’s eyes shimmered like waves, and she wrapped her arms around her neck, whispering breathily, “Sister, don’t tease me anymore… hurry up～”

Her gaze sultry, her breath like orchids, every sound dripping with seduction.

Yue Xi, who never had any defenses against her, felt ready to hand her heart over completely.

Qing He clung to her, biting her chest in the height of passion, purring like a kitten.

Hot breath spilled against her neck, making Yue Xi’s whole heart tremble.

“Little Qing.”

Qing He looked up, questioning with her eyes. Yue Xi pressed her back into her arms, unable to hide her smile.

“Nothing. I just wanted to call your name.”

Qing He blinked in surprise, then her own eyes softened with laughter, her tenderness enough to make one’s breath hitch.

The steam in the bathroom grew thicker, swallowing the two of them whole. After a while, Qing He’s legs wobbled as she walked toward the showerhead, only to be pulled back.

“Once more.”

Qing He stared at her in disbelief, shoving her face away. “Enough, enough, let’s just wash and go out.”

Usually it was she who clung to Yue Xi endlessly. This was the first time Yue Xi had taken the initiative, her gaze burning like a starving wolf spotting a white rabbit.

Water splashed, Qing He bit down on Yue Xi’s finger, her voice breaking into fragmented tones.

Yue Xi, like a beast who had just tasted meat, drove deeper with each thrust, Qing He limp as a doll in her hands.

“Little Qing, I love you so much.”

Tears slipped from Qing He’s eyes, her voice broken, “I…I also… mm!”

Yue Xi went wild. The more fragile and pitiful Qing He looked, the more she wanted to bully her.

“I know, I know.”

Even with her mouth covered, love still shone through Qing He’s eyes. Yue Xi never once doubted her heart.

Again and again Yue Xi lost control, and though Qing He never firmly stopped her, she yielded every time. By the end she was utterly drained, leaning weakly into Yue Xi’s arms, gasping upward.

“Was that enough?”

Yue Xi buried her face into her shoulder hollow, muffling, “Not enough.”

Qing He was startled—what had gotten into her today?

“Then…”

Qing He grabbed her hand to guide it down, but Yue Xi stopped her in time.

“You’re already swollen. You can’t indulge me like this.”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

“Fool.”

Yue Xi kissed her softly, licking gently at her lips with utmost tenderness.

They bathed from noon until afternoon. When they finally came out, Ji Shuang and Pei Ying were no longer in the living room.

Yue Xi thought they’d gone back to their rooms, but then Ji Shuang called saying she was out and wouldn’t be back tonight, telling them to enjoy themselves.

Yue Xi flushed. “Are you with Professor Pei?”

“No, she went back to school for a meeting. I’m at a lesbian bar.”

“You went to a lesbian bar alone? What if Professor Pei finds out?”

“So what if she knows? She can’t control my freedom. Anyway, a pretty girl’s buying me a drink. Bye.”

The call ended. Yue Xi smiled helplessly, then turned to find Qing He staring seriously at her.

“What is it?”

“What’s a lesbian bar?”

She looked so innocent, just like when she’d lost her memory. Yue Xi’s heart melted, leaning close.

“Kiss me and I’ll tell you.”

Qing He wrapped her arms around her neck, giving her a deep kiss.

Their lips and tongues tangled, heat spreading between them. Yue Xi began to lose control again.

“Okay, tell me now.”

Qing He pulled back just in time, foiling her.

Yue Xi was sure she did it on purpose, but powerless, she bit her cheek gently.

“It’s a place for girls who like girls. Understand?”

Qing He nodded. “Then can we go too?”

“Of course. I’ll take you someday.”

Qing He was full of curiosity about the modern world, which wasn’t a bad thing.

Yue Xi thought—she herself was also a foreign soul in this world. They could grow together.

Ji Shuang didn’t come home for three days. Yue Xi, worried, called, and Professor Pei answered instead.

“Yes, she’s with me.”

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Relieved, Yue Xi hung up, but her phone rang again—an unfamiliar number.

It was Xu Ruoci.

“Hello, Daoist Yue. We’d like to invite you and Miss Xiao Qing to a meal. Do you have time soon?”

“We should have thanked you earlier, but your phone was off, so it was delayed. I hope you don’t mind.”

Her tone was much gentler than before—clearly, being with Fan Xing had changed her heart.

Yue Xi wanted to refuse, since Qing He still disliked strangers. But Xu Ruoci’s sincerity left her at a loss for words.

“Fan Xing has been hoping to see Miss Xiao Qing again. Please, give us this chance.”

Yue Xi hesitated, but then Qing He asked, “Will there be good ice cream?”

Xu Ruoci overheard and rushed to say, “Yes, plenty of ice cream.”

Qing He considered. “Then maybe we can go.”

Yue Xi patted her head, agreeing.

“You greedy kitten.”

Qing He dove into her arms, kneading her like a kitten making biscuits.

Yue Xi only looked on with doting eyes.

The meeting was set for the next evening. As Yue Xi guessed, Xu Ruoci and Fan Xing looked radiant with happiness.

Qing He didn’t resist, even getting along well with Fan Xing.

After dinner, Fan Xing took her shopping and bought her many things.

With outsiders, Qing He was like Xiao Qing—gentle and obedient, harmless and sweet. That arrogant streak seemed reserved only for Yue Xi.

Meanwhile, Ji Shuang seemed to have moved into Pei Ying’s place. The huge house now held only Yue Xi and Xiao Qing. Living expenses soared.

Though Pei Ying insisted they didn’t need to pay, Yue Xi felt they should at least cover utilities and cleaning. So, she returned to her old trade.

Once she opened her livestream, countless old viewers rushed in, sharing half-true ghost stories for Yue Xi to investigate.

After days of online consultations, she took a case.

A suburban villa produced strange noises every night. Despite many inspections, no source was found. Finally someone suggested it was haunted.

Since it always happened at night, Yue Xi and Qing He went after dark. But before they reached the door, Qing He stopped her.

“No need. The little ghost’s already been dealt with.”

“Huh? Someone stealing our business?”

Qing He didn’t answer, her eyes dark as she fixed on something.

A rush of wind swept past. Before Yue Xi could react, Qing He struck.

A pale shadow stood on the roof, chuckling. Qing He’s pupils widened.

“Yu Zhu, is it you?”

The shadow chuckled again. “Guess.”

Qing He tried to pursue, but a soft breeze blew her back.

“I’ve got other matters. Oh, and next time, remember to call me brother.”

With that, the figure dispersed with the wind.

Qing He froze, then whispered, “He’s still alive.”

Tears spilled down instantly.

Yue Xi pulled her close, stroking her hair. “Don’t cry, don’t cry. This is something to be happy about.”

But Qing He buried her face against her and sobbed.

Ever since leaving the Divine Realm, she had forced herself not to think about it, pretending she’d forgotten. But she’d only been repressing herself. Now, the floodgates burst.

Yue Xi hadn’t expected Yu Qing to come. Remembering that she was the heroine of the book, Yue Xi felt complicated.

Yu Qing sipped her coffee. “I know what you’re worried about. But there’s no need. When Qing He cut the red thread between us, our bond was severed.”

“She chose to be with you. That makes you her heroine.”

Yue Xi’s heart trembled. It was as if Yu Qing knew everything.

“You—”

“I can only say this much. Don’t ask me more.”

No matter what Yue Xi asked after, Yu Qing only smiled and sipped her coffee.

When she left, Qing He came out of the room, pouting. “What were you two talking about for so long?”

Yue Xi found her so adorable she bit her pouting lips. She felt light and free.

“She said I’m your heroine.”

Qing He blinked. “What?”

Yue Xi silenced her with a kiss instead.

The answer was simple—just one sentence. Yet also complex—taking a lifetime to explain.

In short: I love you.

“Little Qing, I love you.”

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