He Was Deceived

Song Zhizhi drowsily gave the address from before she had transmigrated. "My name is Song Zhizhi. I live at 755 Tongxing Street."

Xie Xiuji nodded and silently committed the address to memory. Then, with a solemn expression, he said, "Miss Song, although what happened today had its reasons, I will take responsibility. Tomorrow, after I report this to my master, I will propose marriage to your honored parents..."

"Xie Xiuji," Song Zhizhi interrupted his long-winded speech. Tormented by the medicine's effects, she had not heard a word of what he said afterward. A tear spilled from the corner of her eye from sheer discomfort as she pitifully called his name. "I feel awful... Hurry up!"

Author's Note:

To the dear reviewer: The male and female leads are still wearing their clothes. They only took off an outer robe, and did nothing else. Please don't lock it.

PS: The male lead has lost his memory, but not completely. He currently only remembers everything from before he was twenty. Twenty-year-old Xie Xiuji is an inexperienced, upright, sweet fool. As for Xie Xiuji after he regains his memories... Hehehe...

He Was Deceived

Xie Xiuji closed his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing grew heavier, and the tips of his ears reddened as though they would burst into flame the next second.

Song Zhizhi waited for quite a while, but Xie Xiuji made no further move. Thinking he had changed his mind at the last moment, she gritted her back teeth, yanked him down, flipped over to pin him beneath her, and then fiercely bit his lips.

Xie Xiuji's lips were somewhat cool, which was just right for Song Zhizhi at that moment. She almost desperately gnawed at his lips without any method or restraint.

Men seemed to possess an instinctive talent for such things. Xie Xiuji raised a hand to gather up her fallen hair, responding to Song Zhizhi with gentle, somewhat clumsy kisses.

Their lips and teeth clung together, their breaths entwined, and before they knew it, their positions had changed. The temperature inside the little wooden cabin slowly rose...

"Miss Song," Xie Xiuji said after a long while. He propped himself halfway up, breathing heavily, his lowered gaze falling on her crystalline, rosy lips. His voice was hoarse, and desire had stained his cool, distant brows and eyes. "May I call you Zhizhi?"

Song Zhizhi's breathing was even more chaotic than Xie Xiuji's. As the effects of the Spring Day Powder surged through her, she had already lost her reason. Hearing his words, she gave a careless sound of agreement.

In truth, she had not heard what he said at all.

Xie Xiuji let out a breath and slowly lowered his head. His lips settled once more upon her soft, rosy lips, as if they had been fiercely ravaged. This time, there was less restraint; his gentleness carried a trace of dominance, forming a stark contrast to his cool and aloof temperament.

"Zhizhi..." He called her name like an intimate whisper between lovers. His warm breath slowly drifted downward, falling upon her neck and collarbone. It tickled a little. Song Zhizhi wrapped her arms around Xie Xiuji's neck, her eyes unfocused, as though she were looking at the roof—or through it, toward some unknown distance.

The sky outside gradually darkened. Snow-white underclothes fell over outer robes, and the doors and windows of the little wooden cabin were tightly shut, cutting off all prying eyes. Only a few faint sounds escaped.

A kind of vivid wildflower grew beside the little wooden cabin. It seemed to bloom only at night, swaying endlessly up, down, left, and right in the evening breeze like floating duckweed. Near dawn, its petals and leaves were studded with clear dewdrops. When the sun rose and shone upon them, the flowers that bloomed only at night could not withstand the sunlight. Their petals drooped under its rays, no longer as brilliant as they had been in the night.

The little wooden cabin remained quiet for a long time, until Song Zhizhi was awakened by the bright noonday sunlight.

A flawlessly contoured male jaw entered her sight. Song Zhizhi nearly sprang from the bed with a scream, but just as she was about to speak, the sticky, ambiguous memories of last night flooded her mind. Strange sensations came from her body, especially her waist and abdomen, the roots of her thighs, and some places too difficult to put into words. Song Zhizhi's face flushed red with shame.

Who would have thought that one day, she would have a one-night stand with a man she had only met once? But...

Song Zhizhi looked at the young man beside her—his face, his physique. With such an absolute stunner, even if his skills were a little lacking, she had not lost out if she looked at it closely.

Mm, what was this handsome man's name again? In the haze of passion last night, he seemed to have introduced himself.

"My name is Xie Xiuji. I am twenty years old, and I am the eldest disciple of True Person Liuyi of the Heavenly Feather Sect..."

Xie Xiuji—

Song Zhizhi's eyes flew wide open. Wasn't Xie Xiuji the name of the great villain in the novel?!

No one knew the great villain's origins in the original text. They only knew that he was called Xie Xiuji, that he became the Demon King with a Half-Demon Body, and that his cultivation was extraordinarily high. He led the Demon Race in a war of invasion against the Human Race. Even the female lead, who had already reached the Mahayana stage at the time, was no match for him.

The Xie Xiuji of the original novel had a mercurial temperament. At the slightest disagreement, he would wipe out entire households, and his methods were exceptionally cruel. In the end, if Song Miaomiao had not paid a grievous price and used some unconventional methods to defeat Xie Xiuji, the entire Cultivation World would have been destroyed in his hands.

Yet she had sweet-talked such a cruel, cold-blooded great villain into sleeping with her in just a few words. Once he came to his senses, she probably would not even know how she died.

Song Zhizhi nervously swallowed and quietly sat up. Carefully circling around Xie Xiuji, she climbed out of bed. Yet the instant she stood, the soreness at the roots of her thighs nearly made her drop to her knees with a smack.

Song Zhizhi rubbed her waist. So it was true that after the male lead did this and that to the female lead in novels, the female lead could not get out of bed. She wondered if men in the Cultivation World were stronger. Last night, she had barely slept at all, and she had shouted herself hoarse.

Song Zhizhi took a deep breath, endured the discomfort, quietly picked up the wrinkled outer robe from the ground and slipped it on, then opened the door of the little wooden cabin on tiptoe. Bearing the discomfort of having been overused, she spread her legs and vanished into the forest at top speed.

Luckily, the address she had given Xie Xiuji last night was her address from before she transmigrated. The Cultivation World was so vast; Xie Xiuji only knew a name. Trying to find her would be like fishing for a needle in the sea.

Song Zhizhi did not know that inside the wooden cabin behind her, Xie Xiuji had his eyes tightly shut and his brows furrowed. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, as though he were trapped in a painful dream.

Xie Xiuji had a hazy dream. In it, he was Sword Venerable Mingxiao of Red Cloud Peak in the Sword Sect, his cultivation at the Mahayana stage. He bore the responsibility of guarding the Demon Realm and preserving the peace of the Human Realm.

Rankings

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Transmigrated into a Book

Sweet Romance

Transmigration and Rebirth Romance

Tu Yanyan

Amnesia Trope