After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 9

Yue Xi forced an awkward yet polite smile and said,
“If I say it was an accident, would you believe me?”

Naturally, no one would believe that.

Qing He stepped forward first, pulling her out of Cui Ping’s arms. Her dark eyes locked onto Cui Ping, with something like thick mist swirling inside them.

Cui Ping didn’t mind. Only when she saw that Chen Wu was also angry did she put away the calculation hidden in her gaze, and pretended to be sincere:
“Xiao Wu, listen to me, let me explain.”

Chen Wu puffed up angrily like a little pufferfish.

“Fine. Then explain.”

Cui Ping hadn’t expected her not to blame Yue Xi, and a flicker of regret flashed across her face. She lowered her head and said,
“Alright, I lost control after drinking. It had nothing to do with Miss Yue.”

“Hey hey hey! Don’t drag me into this. You’re the one who started touching me first.” Yue Xi protested indignantly.

Cui Ping glanced at her with a trace of grievance.
“If Miss Yue says so, then it must be so.”

Yue Xi: “??”
What’s that supposed to mean? Trying to throw dirt on me?

Chen Wu shifted her gaze to Yue Xi, her look full of displeasure. Yue Xi was just about to explain when Qing He grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away.

“My person, I’ll discipline myself. Young Lord Cui, you’d better control yourself instead—otherwise, next time you get drunk, you might provoke someone you really shouldn’t.”

Dragged away like a chick, Yue Xi caught a glimpse of the fleeting gloom in Cui Ping’s eyes. She wanted to warn Qing He, but before she could open her mouth, Qing He cut her off as if she had predicted it:

“Shut up. One more word and I’ll toss you into the pond.”

Yue Xi pressed her lips together, carried off like a helpless chick and dumped into the room.

When the door closed, Qing He leaned against it, arms crossed.
“Speak. What happened?”

Yue Xi suddenly felt like a criminal being judged by an incorruptible judge whose piercing eyes missed nothing.

“Just like she said—she pounced on me herself.”

Qing He’s expression didn’t change. It was impossible to tell if she believed it or not.

“What were you doing outside in the middle of the night?”

“Waiting for you. I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Yue Xi’s reply was earnest. Qing He lowered her eyes slightly, then walked toward the bed.

“Come here.”

Yue Xi: “What for?”

“What else? To sleep. Didn’t you say you couldn’t sleep without me?”

Yue Xi trotted over obediently and climbed into bed, lying on the inside.

Given the difference in their strength, it was only logical for Qing He to sleep on the outside.

Though Yue Xi felt that as the supposed “tough one” she ought to be the protector, her strength was lacking. For now, it was better to retreat to the second line and at least not drag her down.

This wasn’t cowardice. It was strategy.

Qing He seemed exhausted from her trip outside and soon her breathing grew steady.

Yue Xi turned onto her side, watching her by candlelight. The more she looked, the more beautiful she seemed.

Twenty-four years of single life, and Yue Xi had never once been moved by anyone. She thought the Matchmaker Star had simply forgotten to tie her red thread of fate. Now she realized it was just because she was a face-connoisseur.

Her Red Luan Star hadn’t stirred—because she had never met a beauty like Qing He.

She used to joke that she was like a nun practicing for ten years beneath Mount Changbai, her heart colder than the mountain’s snow.

Now she no longer thought so.

With such a beauty lying beside her, even a nun—or a Buddha’s disciple—would renounce their vows.

The candle flared with a pop, pulling Yue Xi back from her wandering thoughts.

Qing He slept like the dead—motionless, breathing shallow, lips slightly parted.

Yue Xi’s throat felt parched.

Maybe she should get some water.

She tried to climb out at the foot of the bed, but the canopy was tucked under Qing He’s quilt. No way through.

She had no choice but to climb over Qing He.

Bracing her hands on either side of Qing He, she caged the sleeping girl in her arms. Their noses brushed together—and Yue Xi couldn’t resist stealing a kiss.

At that moment, Qing He’s eyes opened.

Clear and bright, like a still lake, they fixed on Yue Xi.

Startled, Yue Xi tumbled right off the bed.

“Ow—my butt!” she groaned.

Hearing her little whimper, Qing He’s lips curved ever so slightly.

“What were you trying to do?” she asked.

Yue Xi scrambled up and walked toward the table.
“Thirsty. Wanted water.”

Qing He’s gaze flickered faintly, then returned to normal.

“Drink, then get back to bed. Don’t make a racket here at night.”

Yue Xi gulped down two cups, then hurried back into bed.

Both lay flat on their backs, stiff and straight—like a pair of corpses.

Yue Xi took a deep breath, trying to coax sleep.

But then Qing He’s voice came:
“In dreams, you don’t feel hunger or thirst.”

Something felt off. Yue Xi argued,
“But just now I clearly—”

Qing He suddenly turned to look at her, stealing her breath away.

“It’s just your heart being too restless.”

Face to face, their noses almost touched. Warm breaths mingled, tickling her skin, making her heart itch.

The candle burned low, the light dimmed, and shadows grew hazy and ambiguous.

Yue Xi couldn’t take her eyes off her. Without realizing it, she leaned closer.

But just before their lips met, Qing He turned away.

“Sleep. It’s late.”

“And stop staring at me—you’ll bore a hole through my face.”

Yue Xi: “?? o(╥﹏╥)o”

She hadn’t been able to sleep before—now it was even worse. Finally, thick-skinned, she wrapped her arms around Qing He’s arm and shared her pillow.

It worked. Sleep came quickly.

Qing He’s breathing softened. She tilted her head slightly, resting against Yue Xi’s ear, her face utterly relaxed as she drifted off.

The next morning, Yue Xi woke first—for the first time in days, earlier than Qing He.

Qing He was nestled against her shoulder, hair spilling across them both.

The pale neck, the delicate collarbone, the shallow hollow between them…

What a shock for a young woman just waking up.

For the first time, Yue Xi understood the meaning of “youthful vigor.”

Qing He murmured softly, lips tinted faint pink, like cherry blossoms.

Yue Xi steeled herself—forget being a good person!

She turned and planted a quick kiss on Qing He’s lips, then instantly rolled back, pretending nothing happened.

Qing He slowly stirred, her voice husky with sleep, achingly seductive.

“What did you just do?”

Yue Xi’s pretense was shattered. Resigned, she blurted boldly,
“Kissed you.”

Qing He hadn’t expected such honesty. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, only gazing at her with clear phoenix eyes.

Yue Xi’s throat bobbed. She leaned in again, brushed another kiss.

“Good morning. That’s how we humans greet each other.”

It was just a fleeting kiss, yet Yue Xi’s heart thundered, her face blazing like a lovestruck maiden.

Qing He touched her lips where Yue Xi had kissed, dazed.

Yue Xi, cheeks burning, ears red, asked nervously,
“Are you angry?”

Qing He gathered her thoughts and said,
“No. Just… I find it amusing.”

She had lived far too long, and everything in the world had long since lost its flavor. Every day was just a repeat of the last—tedious beyond belief.

But when Yue Xi kissed her, her heart had, for the first time in forever, skipped a beat. There had been a spark of joy.

Could such a brief, butterfly-light kiss really have such magic?

Perhaps humans weren’t as dull as she’d thought.

Yue Xi had no idea what she was thinking. She only found that uncertain, luminous look in her eyes utterly captivating.

Her heartbeat quickened, strong and clear.

She thought—she must have really fallen this time. Yet she still didn’t even know the little ghost girl’s name.

“You—”

“Yue Xi! Get out here!”

Chen Wu’s shout interrupted her. Though small in stature, her voice carried like a thunderclap, shaking the whole room.

Yue Xi guessed she must have come to settle yesterday’s score. She turned—and caught Qing He watching her with a rare, amused expression.

It was so rare to see her show such emotion. Yue Xi thought, if she had to sacrifice herself a little for this, it was worth it.

Dressing properly, she calmly opened the door.

Chen Wu stood there, arms akimbo, glaring.
“Tell me—did you or did you not seduce Sister Ping?!”

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