Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 39

Peach Blossom gazed at Guan Fusha’s exquisitely beautiful profile, a warm current flowing through her heart. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said with emotion, “Senior Sister…”

“Silly girl, why do you look like you’re about to cry?” Guan Fusha chuckled softly. “Have you forgotten that I once promised you I would protect you?”

“Mm.” Peach Blossom held back her tears, lifting the corners of her mouth as she nodded firmly at her.

Guan Fusha responded with a smile. As they spoke, she finally came to a stop, landing on the roof of a building. “We’re here.”

Peach Blossom glanced around. The nearby houses were all quite small, seemingly ordinary residences. The streets were sparsely populated, giving off a somewhat desolate atmosphere. She withdrew her gaze and asked Guan Fusha, “Where is this place?”

Without answering, Guan Fusha leaped downward. Peach Blossom immediately tightened her arms around her neck. Before she could even let out a scream, Guan Fusha pushed off the outer wall, flipped gracefully, and nimbly jumped into the room through the window. Then, she carefully placed Peach Blossom on the bed.

“Is this an inn?” Peach Blossom quickly scanned the room. It was clean and simple, resembling the layout of an inn, yet from the outside, it had looked like a residential house.

“This is Elder Gu’s home,” Guan Fusha replied with a faint smile.

“Elder Gu?” Peach Blossom looked puzzled. Was there such a person in the Night God Sect? She didn’t recall seeing him in the main hall last time.

“Yes, he’s the elderly man who brought you meals,” Guan Fusha explained proactively.

Peach Blossom finally understood. “So, it’s him!”

Guan Fusha sat down by the bed. “He’s our spy sent to infiltrate the Righteous Alliance.”

Peach Blossom felt a hint of surprise. Given her status, Guan Fusha didn’t really need to explain these matters to her specifically. “Senior Sister, why are you telling me all this?”

Guan Fusha smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Because you’re my junior sister, the Left Protector of the Night God Sect.”

“Senior Sister…” Peach Blossom was deeply moved by her words. In this completely unfamiliar ancient world, having someone confide in you so sincerely—that feeling was truly wonderful.

“Alright, let’s not dwell on idle chatter anymore,” Guan Fusha suddenly grew serious, turning to kneel by the bed as she looked at Peach Blossom with concern. “Junior Sister, where exactly are you injured? Don’t worry, there are no outsiders here. I’ll treat you.”

Peach Blossom was taken aback, not understanding why Guan Fusha had circled back to this topic. “Senior Sister, I’m not injured.”

“How could you not be injured!” Guan Fusha thought Peach Blossom was saying this to keep her from worrying. “That day when I went to the Peach Garden, I saw drops of fresh blood in your room and on the ground. Were you wounded by those from the North Kun Sect?”

“No,” Peach Blossom shook her head. “I only got a cut on my arm, and it’s already bandaged. It’s nothing serious.”

“What?!” Guan Fusha’s expression changed abruptly. “Did someone from the North Kun Sect stab you?”

“No!” Peach Blossom was both amused and exasperated by Guan Fusha’s worried expression, so she simply recounted everything that had happened that night. “That night, I was half-asleep when I sensed someone outside the door. I had been affected by their *incense and couldn’t resist. I didn’t know who the intruder was, but I was worried you wouldn’t be able to find me, so I deliberately cut my hand to leave a trail of blood along the way, hoping you could follow it.”

“You really are…” Guan Fusha felt a sharp pang in her heart. Her junior sister had been pampered since childhood, yet this time she had suffered so much. It was all her fault for not protecting her properly. “You’re such a fool. Why did you have to hurt yourself? Do you have so little faith in me?”

That day, when she saw the bloodstains in the peach grove, it had sent chills down her spine. Following the trail, they discovered the identity of the person who had abducted Peach Blossom and unexpectedly uncovered the true identity of the traitor. She had wanted to rush to the North Kun Sect immediately to rescue her junior sister, but acting rashly might have alerted the enemy, so she had no choice but to endure the delay. Unexpectedly, the Tianlun Sect had intervened like a sudden obstacle, even going so far as to break ties with the North Kun Sect to snatch Peach Blossom away, leaving her empty-handed and arriving too late.

“How could that be?” Peach Blossom didn’t understand why Guan Fusha would think that way. “The Night God Sect has always been heavily guarded. That day, I sensed something strange about the person outside the door. After careful consideration, I suspected someone in the sect had ulterior motives and was deliberately defying your orders to harm me. That’s why I left clues, hoping you could catch that person.”

Looking into Peach Blossom’s sincere, wide eyes, Guan Fusha was inwardly astonished. She hadn’t expected her to think so deeply, deducing so much from just a hint of suspicion.

Peach Blossom cared for her so deeply. With such heartfelt concern, she couldn’t bring herself to blame her any further. All the words in her heart dissolved into a soft sigh.

“Senior Sister…” Peach Blossom didn’t understand the meaning behind that sigh and thought Guan Fusha was scolding her for meddling. Feeling wronged, she blurted out an apology, “…I’m sorry.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Guan Fusha moved closer to Peach Blossom, resting her forehead against hers, murmuring as if to herself, “From now on, no matter what happens, promise me you won’t hurt yourself, okay?”

They were so close that Guan Fusha’s breath brushed against the tip of Peach Blossom’s nose. Peach Blossom’s face instantly flushed bright red, and she finally realized that Guan Fusha’s sigh hadn’t been one of blame but of concern.

Peach Blossom wanted to pull away from her breath but didn’t dare move recklessly. She could only blush and mumble, “I understand.”

Guan Fusha finally smiled. “Then it’s settled.”

Peach Blossom thought Guan Fusha would move away after saying this, but she remained still, as if glued to her forehead. Peach Blossom lowered her gaze, her heart racing, not daring to meet her eyes. After a long moment, she muttered softly, “Mm.”

Seeing that Guan Fusha showed no intention of leaving, Peach Blossom felt this couldn’t go on and took the initiative to ask, “Senior Sister, you… you’re too close…”

“Hmm?” Guan Fusha teased her with a questioning hum, then reached out to stroke her cheek, speaking in a concerned tone, “Junior Sister, your face is so warm.”

Peach Blossom’s lips parted slightly, but she didn’t know how to respond. Rather, it was because Guan Fusha was too close, making her mind nearly incapable of thought. Instinctively, Peach Blossom placed her hands-on Guan Fusha’s shoulders, intending to push her away, but her body felt so feverish that she couldn’t muster any strength. “Senior Sister…”

The sound that escaped her carried a hint of youthful allure, and instead of pulling away, Guan Fusha drew even closer. Their noses brushed against each other, causing Peach Blossom’s breathing to grow heavy.

Hearing Peach Blossom’s ragged breaths, Guan Fusha chuckled softly, tracing her index finger down Peach Blossom’s cheek before coming to rest on her tender, rosy lips, gently caressing them. In a mesmerizing tone, she murmured, “Junior Sister, have I ever told you before? You’re truly beautiful.”

Peach Blossom’s mind was already too muddled to think clearly. She let out an involuntary, distressed whimper and mumbled vaguely, “I don’t think so…”

Guan Fusha continued to stroke her lips with her finger, her voice low and teasing. “It’s wonderful that my junior sister is such a lovely girl.”

Hearing this, Peach Blossom’s face flushed even hotter. “Not at all. Senior Sister is the one who’s so beautiful. Compared to you, I’m just an ugly duckling.”

“Ugly duckling?” Guan Fusha didn’t quite understand the metaphor, but she could guess its meaning. Peach Blossom likely felt inferior in beauty.

Suddenly, Guan Fusha moved away. Freed from the overwhelming pressure, Peach Blossom could finally breathe fresh air, and her mind cleared somewhat.

Whew, breathing in her carbon dioxide for so long nearly suffocated me.

But before she could take more than a few deep breaths, Guan Fusha suddenly lifted her and laid her flat on the bed.

“Senior Sister?”

Before Peach Blossom could react, Guan Fusha reached over to the inner side of the bed, her flawless face hovering directly above Peach Blossom’s line of sight.

Peach Blossom’s eyes widened in disbelief. In her entire life, she had never been “bed-pinned” like this!

“Junior Sister?” Noticing Peach Blossom’s distraction, Guan Fusha gently pinched her chin with her other hand, forcing her gaze to remain fixed on her face. “Look at me.”

Compelled to meet her gaze directly, Peach Blossom felt intoxicated by the intensity in those eyes and the breathtaking beauty before her, as if she were savoring a rich, aged wine.