Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 16

“Wahh…” Peach Blossom buried her head in Guan Fusha’s chest, clinging to her like a drowning person finding a lifebuoy. She instinctively held her tight and burst into loud sobs. “It was so scary! Really terrifying! Wahh…”

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” Guan Fusha gently patted Peach Blossom’s back, not minding that she was wiping all her tears on her clothes, and continued to comfort her softly. “I’m here, everything will be alright.”

Guan Fusha’s words seemed to have a magical effect, gradually calming Peach Blossom’s emotions. Her sobs slowly subsided, though her shoulders still trembled occasionally as she sniffled.

“Junior Sister, are you feeling better?” Guan Fusha couldn’t see Peach Blossom’s expression but sensed that she seemed more composed.

Once she had calmed down, Peach Blossom realized what a foolish thing she had done, and her face instantly flushed bright red.

Oh heavens, she had actually cried her heart out in Guan Fusha’s arms!

Peach Blossom’s mind was in turmoil. She wanted to pull away but lacked the courage to lift her head and face Guan Fusha. The main issue was…

Why, despite being so conflicted about the situation, did she still have the leisure to notice that Guan Fusha smelled so fragrant and felt so soft, making her reluctant to let go? Ahhh! She knew it—it must be because she had been feeling so lonely and cold in this ancient era. There were no doting family members here, no idle friends to chat and joke with, and Guan Fusha treated her so kindly. It was only natural that she would develop a sense of dependency on her!

“Junior Sister?” Guan Fusha was checking on Peach Blossom’s condition when she keenly noticed that her foot was positioned oddly, as if it had been twisted. “Junior Sister, did you sprain your ankle?”

After struggling internally for a long time, Peach Blossom still couldn’t muster the courage to look up at Guan Fusha. She nodded but accidentally buried her face even deeper.

Peach Blossom’s warm breath escaped through her nostrils, seeping through the thin fabric of Guan Fusha’s clothes and brushing against her skin, causing a ticklish sensation—and it happened to be in that particular spot.

A faint blush spread across Guan Fusha’s cheeks, though Peach Blossom unfortunately missed it.

She regulated her breathing to steady her heartbeat before picking Peach Blossom up and saying softly, “Junior Sister, shall I carry you back to your room to rest?”

“Okay.” Peach Blossom finally revealed her face, her voice still carrying a hint of a nasal tone from crying.

Tear stains still lingered on her cheeks, her nose was red, and her eyes were slightly swollen from weeping. Peach Blossom’s complexion was naturally fair, and under the moonlight, it appeared even paler, her pitiful look tugging at one’s heartstrings.

Guan Fusha gazed at her, feeling a stir of compassion welling up inside. “Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”

“Mm.” Peach Blossom nodded, wrapping her arms around Guan Fusha’s neck.

Guan Fusha leaped lightly onto a branch and, despite carrying Peach Blossom, moved as if unburdened, swiftly traversing the rooftops. In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, she had brought Peach Blossom to another courtyard.

Though this courtyard was smaller than the previous one, it was planted with numerous peach trees. Coinciding with their blooming season, the fragrance filled the air, creating a uniquely charming scene.

Guan Fusha gently laid Peach Blossom on the bed, removed her embroidered shoes, and examined the injury on her foot. “Does it hurt here?”

“Ah!” Peach Blossom cried out in pain and nodded pitifully.

Guan Fusha nearly laughed at her adorable expression. “It’s just a common sprain, no damage to the bones or tendons.”

She took out a small, exquisitely carved white jade bottle from her bosom. Upon opening the lid, a refreshingly fragrant aroma wafted out. She poured some of the contents onto Peach Blossom’s ankle and gently massaged it.

Peach Blossom felt a cool sensation on her foot, and with Guan Fusha’s massage, it was incredibly soothing. She wasn’t the least bit worried about her injury. She remembered the last time she had sprained her foot. Guan Fusha had healed her in just one day. Her medical skills were top-notch and reliable.

After a while, Guan Fusha stopped, putting the white jade bottle away. “Alright, rest well in bed tomorrow. You’re not allowed to get up.”

Seeing her packing up, Peach Blossom thought she was about to leave and hurriedly grabbed her hand. “Elder Sister, are you leaving?”

Her expression was as pitiful as an abandoned puppy. How could Guan Fusha bear to leave? She held Peach Blossom’s hand in return and sat down by the bed. The coolness from Peach Blossom’s palm made her heart ache even more. “I’m not leaving. I’ll stay here with you. Go to sleep.”

Guan Fusha channeled her inner energy to warm Peach Blossom’s small hand. Gradually, Peach Blossom’s tense emotions relaxed, and drowsiness soon washed over her. The terrifying memories from earlier flickered in her mind from time to time. Peach Blossom was so frightened that she forced her eyelids open, afraid that Guan Fusha would leave while she dozed off and the nightmare would return.

Watching Peach Blossom struggle between sleep and fear, Guan Fusha couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sleep. I won’t leave.”

Peach Blossom drowsily yawned, her eyelids growing heavy. “Really?”

“Really,” Guan Fusha replied, covering Peach Blossom’s cheek with her warm hand. Her thumb gently stroked Peach Blossom’s face, and the smile on her lips carried a hint of imperceptible fondness. Her voice was as soft as dripping water. “Sleep.”

Unbeknownst to Guan Fusha, if a mirror were placed before her at that moment, she would have been startled by her own unusually gentle expression.

Reassured by Guan Fusha’s repeated promises, Peach Blossom finally gave in to her drowsiness and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt the bed dip slightly, and the familiar scent of Guan Fusha drifted into her nostrils.

Unconsciously, Peach Blossom’s lips curved into a smile. Her heart felt as secure as if guarded by a mighty army.

How wonderful. With Guan Fusha, her reliable support, by her side, she no longer had to fear and could sleep peacefully.

The next morning.

Peach Blossom woke groggily from her dreams, her first instinct to reach out and feel the space beside her. Before her hand could find that familiar, warm presence, it was caught by someone.

Blinking her sleepy eyes open, Peach Blossom saw Guan Fusha’s breathtakingly beautiful face smiling down at her. “Awake already?”

Guan Fusha had worried that her junior sister might be too frightened by last night’s events to sleep well. To her surprise, Peach Blossom had slept soundly through the night. She didn’t know whether to attribute it to Peach Blossom’s carefree nature or her immense trust in her.

“Good morning, Elder Sister,” Peach Blossom mumbled as she groggily sat up, yawning without a care for her appearance. Her mind had already erased the embarrassing memories from the previous night, as if nothing had happened, carrying an inexplicable calm.

That pathetic mess who had cried her heart out in Guan Fusha’s arms last night? That definitely wasn’t her! Hmph!

Seeing Peach Blossom about to get out of bed, Guan Fusha quickly stopped her. “Your foot is still injured. Don’t move around recklessly.”