My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 42

“03…” Feng Jue took a deep breath, unconsciously stepping forward as she murmured, “You—”

03, kneeling on the floor, tilted her head. Her silver hair cascaded down her snow-white skin like moonlight, draping over her smooth arms. Curiously, she reached out her hand toward Feng Jue.

Still stunned, Feng Jue mirrored the gesture, extending her own hand.

The two beautiful hands slowly drew closer until pale met pale, soft pressed against soft.

In that moment, those clear eyes—no longer comparable to mere circles—easily conveyed her emotions. The cosmos she had gazed upon, the mountains and rivers she had witnessed, all coalesced into memories that settled deep within her pupils. Unaltered in resolve, unshifted in nature, those ever-pure eyes gazed at her host, filled with innocent curiosity.

Feng Jue felt a gentle touch on her fingertips, followed by a soft squeeze. She looked down and saw the silver-haired woman clumsily unfurling her fingers to grasp her palm.

“Feng Jue…” The woman lying on the carpet tilted her head back, her face expressionless yet her eyes bright with surprise. “It’s Feng Jue’s warmth.”

“Human body temperature… Feng Jue is warm.”

“…I should be warm,” Feng Jue replied.

Feng Jue unfolded her palm, inserting her fingers between 03’s, then gripped 03’s hand firmly and pulled her upright.

For the first time, the newly human System felt stiff and awkward. Her eyes fixed on the point where Feng Jue’s hand held her, she stumbled into Feng Jue’s body. Feng Jue saw only white—like colliding with a field of snow and ice. A cool breeze brushed her nose before the warmth of human contact settled in.

After turning six, Feng Jue hadn’t been this close to someone in years. Her ears flushed involuntarily. Embarrassed, she pushed 03 away. “Stand properly! What are you doing?”

Unsteady, 03 toppled backward with the push, an innocent look on her face.

Feng Jue gasped and reached to steady her. But in a flash, 03 tilted her head and grabbed Feng Jue’s hand. With a thud, they collapsed into a tangled heap.

Feng Jue’s ears burned hotter. She quickly scrambled off and draped her outer robe over 03.

“Idiot!”

03 blinked, staring at the ceiling beams. Her eyelashes were black, but the tips were tinged with silver, matching her hair color. As she blinked, a faint glow seemed to flicker across her eyes, illuminating the quiet depths of her gaze.

The weight of a human body revealed a flicker of surprise in 03’s eyes. The sensation of fabric draping over her body only deepened her astonishment. Unlike the softness she’d felt when using matchsticks, this was a large expanse of cool, soft fabric covering her, carrying Feng Jue’s scent.

The scent.

03 snatched the robe away!

Holding it to her nose, she took a light sniff, her surprise and curiosity mingling. “Feng Jue,” she said, “it smells fragrant.”

The fragrant Feng Jue suddenly lowered her head, looking at the woman lying on the ground, covered only by a layer of crimson brocade robe, her snow-white skin exposed. She was so beautiful, so exquisitely fair, every inch of her skin so delicate, without a single flaw.

Her voice was like the eternal snow of the Tian Shan Mountains, falling on this expanse of snow-white skin, everything harmonizing perfectly. She seemed born to be this way, making Feng Jue feel a touch of unfamiliarity. But when she spoke those four clear words, the image of the silver ball was instantly replaced by the person before her.

The words spoken were infuriating.

Still infuriating.

Feng Jue wanted to snatch the robe back, but if she did… She closed her eyes, stood up, and flicked her sleeves. “What’s so fragrant about it?” she demanded. “Get up.”

“Wait a moment,” 03 said.

Feng Jue turned her back to 03, standing with her hands clasped behind her. After a long pause, she heard rustling behind her. She endured it for a moment longer, then turned around in exasperation to glance at the woman still lying on the ground.

03 met Feng Jue’s gaze, paused briefly, and the floating panel before her swiveled to face Feng Jue.

“You want to see too? Please.”

Feng Jue: “…What are you doing?”

03 said: “I’m getting used to this human body. The first step is learning.”

She enlarged the panel, showing Feng Jue the structure and functions of human organs. 03 raised her arm, her pale skin taking on a translucent quality in the sunlight. Through her clothes, she touched her stomach, studying the functions of the organs on the panel, then looked upward—

Feng Jue’s eyes widened in panic as she lunged forward and grabbed 03’s wrist. Frustrated and helpless, she tightened 03’s outer robe and yanked her to her feet.

03 swayed, then steadied herself.

“Huh.” 03’s eyes widened.

She was standing!

Lowering her gaze, she met Feng Jue’s eyes.

Even more surprised.

03 calmly said: “Feng Jue, you’ve gotten shorter.”

Before, it had always been 03 perched on Feng Jue’s shoulder, looking up at her. This was the first time they were this close, and 03 was looking down at her. After a careful look, 03 added: “Feng Jue, you’re truly beautiful—like a flower or jade, peerlessly gorgeous, captivating—”

Feng Jue: “……”

A clear, sincere gaze, filled with genuine admiration, met hers. Feng Jue’s face flushed crimson, her grip tightening on 03’s collar.

03 tilted her head, opened her mouth, and a gasp escaped her throat.

“Uh.”

City.

The Companion couldn’t breathe—

“The first step to becoming human is getting dressed!” Feng Jue said coldly, yanking 03’s clothes taut. “Follow me.”

She paused. “Can you walk? How did you walk before?”

Walking on matchstick legs was different from human legs, and before, she’d always just floated.

03’s eyes lit up. Feng Jue’s the smart one, she thought. “Just a moment,” she said.

Feng Jue raised an eyebrow and waited.

After half a minute, she couldn’t resist any longer. She reached out to tuck 03’s loose hair behind her back and asked exasperatedly, “What are you holding back?”

“Huh?” 03 asked, looking down at her feet.

“Human bodies operate differently from the System. I’m not familiar with this.” 03 held out her hand, and a bubble floated from her palm. Inside the bubble, a silver cylinder flowed into wide strips.

Enough with the strength talk! Just get me dressed! Feng Jue snapped, finally losing her patience. She abruptly released 03 and strode into the inner chamber, seemingly giving up.

03 swayed and steadied herself against a nearby pillar. She opened her mouth and used the technique 05 had taught her during the meeting, pleading, “Feng Jue, help me.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than a crimson silk flew out from behind the curtain, wrapping around 03’s waist and entangling her arms. 03 tilted her head.

The silk tightened, and a force from its end yanked 03 through the inner chamber with a whoosh. The beaded curtain clattered as it was slammed aside, watching helplessly as 03 flew across the room and crashed onto the bed.

Lying on the bed, 03 let out a relieved sigh. “Phew.”

Lying down was so effortless.

The trick really worked.

Feng Jue sat at the edge of the bed, poking at 03, who was swaddled in layers of silk. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. “What’s going on here?”

“Where did you get this body? Didn’t you run out of points?”

Feng Jue had seen through her. As expected of a host certified by the system as intelligent. 03 obediently confessed how she’d asked the Main System for an endorsement fee.

Feng Jue asked curiously, “After buying this body, do you still have enough points left for other things?”

03 lowered her head in shame.

None left. She hadn’t saved any points to buy Feng Jue more sword techniques. But—

“I signed a contract with the Main System. From now on, I’m the exclusive advertising system for the System Mall. I granted the Main System the rights to my likeness, so every time it uses my name or image in promotions, it awards me a bundle of points.” 03 explained that this was a stable, long-term source of points.

Feng Jue: “……”

Feng Jue shook her head and said, “Good.”

Since 03 had exchanged points for a body, it was her choice. Besides, it was better than constantly worrying about someone coveting her sphere. Feng Jue watched the beautiful woman wriggling in the satin sheets, a smirk curling her lips.

“This suits you.”

03 looked at Feng Jue, thought for a moment, and mimicked her, curving her lips into a smile.

It was the first genuine smile of her life.

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