Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

The mountain peak was indeed remote, hidden behind a thick fog, and it took quite a while to reach it.

The summit is not large, consisting of only a small platform, a few old pine trees, and craggy rocks.

Lu Xueqi was already waiting there, still wearing that moon-white Taoist robe, with Tianya on her back, standing on a protruding eagle-beak rock, looking down at the surging sea of ​​clouds.

The mountain wind was strong, making her clothes flutter and her long hair fly. Her silhouette was elegant and graceful, as if she might ride the wind away at any moment.

Jiang Xiaochuan landed, put away Xuechuan, and stopped a few steps behind her. "Junior Sister Lu, you were looking for me?"

Lu Xueqi did not turn around immediately, but stood there for a while before slowly turning around.

A mountain breeze ruffled a few strands of hair from her cheek, revealing her smooth forehead and unfathomable eyes.

She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan with a gaze that was not as cold and focused as when she practiced swordsmanship, but rather carried a complex emotion that Jiang Xiaochuan had never seen before.

It's a little heavy, a little soft, and a little... resolute?

"It's quiet here, no one will bother us," Lu Xueqi said, her voice slightly blurred by the wind, but every word was clear.

"I have something to tell you."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. This situation...something wasn't right. "Junior Sister Lu, what is it?"

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything, but just took a few steps closer to him.

The distance between the two suddenly shrank to less than an arm's length.

Jiang Xiaochuan could clearly smell the cool fragrance emanating from her, which seemed stronger than usual, mixed with a hint of mountain snow and ice.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot.

Then, he saw Lu Xueqi raise her hand and reach for her own long, ink-black hair.

Her fingers were long and slender, white, and they ran through her dark hair, gently picking up a strand. With a flick of her fingertips, the strand of hair quietly broke off and fell into her palm.

She moved slowly and carefully, twirling and knotting the small strand of hair around her fingertips. Soon, a delicate, jet-black hair knot appeared in her fair palm.

She held the hair knot and handed it to Jiang Xiaochuan.

"Here, take this."

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely dumbfounded. He looked at the small, jet-black hair knot in Lu Xueqi's palm, then looked up at Lu Xueqi's calm yet deep-set eyes, his mind completely blank. "This...this is?"

"My hair." Lu Xueqi's voice was soft, yet it carried a strange power, piercing through the wind and hitting his ears. "Keep it safe."

Jiang Xiaochuan subconsciously reached out and took the hair knot. It was slightly cool to the touch, smooth, and still retained the warmth of her fingertips and the faint fragrance of her hair.

He held the little thing in his hand as if it were a hot coal, unsure whether to throw it away or keep it, completely baffled as to what it meant.

Is a young woman's hair something you can just give away? Especially Lu Xueqi's hair?

"Junior Sister Lu, what... what does this mean?" He stammered.

Lu Xueqi didn't answer, but just stared at him intently, her gaze seeming to see right through him, inside and out.

The mountain wind howled, and the sea of ​​clouds surged beneath our feet; time seemed to stand still.

Just as Jiang Xiaochuan was feeling uneasy under her gaze and was about to flee in panic, Lu Xueqi finally spoke again. Her voice was not loud, but each word was like an ice bead, striking his heart and stirring up a thousand waves.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she called him by his full name, not "Senior Brother Jiang."

I'm giving you a chance. And I'm giving myself a chance too.

Opportunity? What opportunity? Jiang Xiaochuan's mind was buzzing, completely blank. He looked at Lu Xueqi's stunningly beautiful face so close to his, at the undisguised, surging emotions in her eyes, and an absurd thought struck him like lightning into his chaotic mind.

No, no way...

Looking at his bewildered and horrified eyes, Lu Xueqi took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She seemed to have used all her strength to raise her voice, which sounded exceptionally clear in the mountain wind, even carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, but every word carried immense weight:

"I like you, Jiang Xiaochuan."

It wasn't the affection between senior and junior classmates, nor the affection between friends.

It's a woman's liking for a man.

I love you.

Did you hear me clearly?

I love you.

"Could you...give me a chance?"

boom--!!!

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his eardrums were filled with the frantic pounding of his heart, so loud that his vision went black.

He stared at Lu Xueqi with his mouth agape, at her slightly flushed yet resolute cheeks, at the deep affection and expectation in her eyes, and at a hint of cautious vulnerability.

like?

Love?

Lu Xueqi?

Love him?

How is this possible?!

He must be dreaming!

Yes, it must be hallucinations caused by overexertion from practicing these past few days!

How could Lu Xueqi... She is Lu Xueqi! The unapproachable, aloof and proud Lu Xueqi!

How could she like him?

Do you still love him?

This is absurd! This is outrageous!

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!" Jiang Xiaochuan finally found his voice, which became sharp and distorted. He took a step back as if he wanted to get away from something terrifying.

"Junior Sister Lu, don't joke like that! It's not funny at all!"

"I'm not joking!" Lu Xueqi took a step forward, closing in on him, her eyes burning, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"I'm telling the truth! Jiang Xiaochuan, I love you! I've loved you for a very, very long time! How many times do I have to say it? Huh?!"

Her voice choked with sobs, her eyes instantly reddened, and the cold mask shattered completely, revealing the surging emotions beneath that mask that almost overwhelmed her.

This was a side of Lu Xueqi that Jiang Xiaochuan had never seen before: fragile, crazy, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Jiang Xiaochuan was terrified by her appearance and panicked to the extreme.

He had only one thought in his mind: shut her up! He couldn't let her continue talking! He suddenly reached out and covered Lu Xueqi's mouth.

"Ugh!" Lu Xueqi's mouth was covered by him. Her eyes widened, a hint of surprise flashing in them, followed by deeper pain and a certain determination.

Jiang Xiaochuan's palm touched her soft, slightly cool lips, and his body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Just as he was about to let go, Lu Xueqi suddenly moved.

She raised her hand and forcefully pulled away his hand covering her mouth; the strength was astonishing, and Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't break free at all.

Then, to Jiang Xiaochuan's utter astonishment, Lu Xueqi's face rapidly loomed larger before his eyes.

She lowered her head slightly (the thought that she was a little taller than him flashed through her mind absurdly), grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and pressed down, while the other hand wrapped around his waist, holding him firmly in place. Then, her soft yet resolute lips pressed hard and accurately onto his slightly parted lips, which were filled with astonishment!

"Ugh—!!!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes widened instantly, his blood seemed to freeze, and then boiled wildly in the next second!

A strange yet soft touch came to her lips, cool yet carrying her burning breath.

His mind went blank for a second, completely exploding.

What is he doing?

What is Lu Xueqi doing?

A forced kiss?

He was forcibly kissed by Lu Xueqi?!

He instinctively began to struggle, pushing Lu Xueqi's shoulders with both hands, trying to push away the soft, fragrant, yet incredibly strong body on his body.

But Lu Xueqi held on too tightly, her arms like iron hoops, not moving an inch.

Her lips pressed tightly against his, and he even felt something soft and wet, tentatively and irresistibly, push open his slightly parted teeth in shock and slip inside!

Jiang Xiaochuan trembled violently, a huge tingling sensation shooting from his tailbone to the top of his head, making his limbs go limp.

He groaned, and his last will to resist crumbled.

His nose was filled with her cool and alluring fragrance, his mouth was filled with her awkward yet persistent kisses, and his body was held tightly in her arms, so close that he could feel the softness of her chest and her rapid heartbeat.

His mind went blank; he couldn't think of anything or do anything. He could only passively endure the sudden, violent yet tender kiss.

Lu Xueqi's kiss was extremely skillful, but it carried a kind of earth-shattering, burning passion and possessiveness.

She greedily sucked on his lips, her tongue exploring and entwining in his mouth, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

She could feel his stiffness and resistance, but soon that resistance turned into helplessness, and gradually became tinged with a faint, subtle tremor and response.

This subtle reaction, like a spark splashed into a pan of oil, instantly ignited the longing and yearning that had been suppressed in her heart for far too long.

It was him... It was the taste, the feeling... She had waited two lifetimes to finally experience it in real life again.

Excitement, ecstasy, and the immense satisfaction of regaining what was lost overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She kissed him deeper and harder, almost as if she wanted to meld him into her body.

Jiang Xiaochuan was initially stunned, frightened, and resistant. But gradually, in that domineering yet awkward kiss, enveloped by that familiar yet unfamiliar scent, a strange feeling emerged uncontrollably from the deepest part of his body.

Not unpleasant... even... it seems... a little... comfortable?

This realization made him even more panicked and helpless.

He felt like he was suffocating, his chest ached, his face was burning hot, and a certain part of his body was reacting embarrassingly, pressing tightly against Lu Xueqi's lower abdomen.

Lu Xueqi obviously sensed it too.

Her body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then the kiss deepened and became more lingering, her hand around his waist even lightly pressing on a spot on his lower back.

"Hmm..." Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but let out a short nasal sound, his body trembled violently, and his legs went weak.

Lu Xueqi finally, reluctantly, stepped back a little.

A thin, ambiguous silver thread stretched between their lips, shimmering in the setting sun.

She was breathing slightly, her forehead pressed against his, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.

Her cheeks were flushed with a lovely blush, her eyes were bright and sparkling, and her lips, which he had sucked until they were slightly swollen, looked even more beautiful and alluring than usual.

She gazed at him with those eyes, looking deep into his still bewildered and confused eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan was panting heavily, his eyes were unfocused, his face was flushed red, and his lips were numb and swollen, still bearing her scent and moisture.

He looked at Lu Xueqi, who was so close to him, and at the undisguised infatuation and deep affection in her eyes. Only one thought kept flashing through his mind:

What the hell is this?!