After Transmigrating, the Female Lead Went Dark (GL) - Chapter 12
Just that evening, Zhou Zhuying had inwardly complained that if the female lead ever asked her to lie on the female lead’s bed, the female lead’s brainless fans would probably tear her apart. She had not expected that as soon as the sun went down, it would come true.
So when it came to transmigrating into a book, was it not her best friend Meng Xiaoxiao who had the cursed mouth, but Zhou Zhuying herself?
No, no, no. She absolutely could not take the blame herself! It had to be Meng Xiaoxiao’s fault!
Zhou Zhuying was not actually too resistant to the matter of warming the bed. It was not because she wanted to show off in the future that she and the female lead had slept in the same bed, nor was it because she wanted to experience what it felt like to sleep in the female lead’s bed. Mainly, she wanted to atone for the original owner’s sins.
Look at her. What a self-sacrificing and devoted spirit she had!
But on the surface, she still had to struggle a little. “Isn’t that… not very appropriate?”
Xiao Xinyue’s eyes flickered slightly. “You are unwilling?”
Zhou Zhuying was thinking about how to tactfully express that she did not dislike the idea. After all, it was only warming the bed, not being slept with. Even if she were being slept with, faced with the female lead’s looks, she could still accept it.
But people of this era valued modesty. If she openly said she was willing, it would instead make her seem like a ravenous wolf or tiger.
While she was being reserved, Xiao Xinyue suddenly felt that her own behavior was humiliating and embarrassing. Before Zhou Zhuying could speak, she said gloomily, “It was only a joke. Cult Leader, do not take it to heart.”
After saying this, she did not even take the qin and directly went back to her room.
Zhou Zhuying: “…”
Female lead, you scumbag. You flirted and then ran. What happened to agreeing to sleep—no, to have me warm your bed?!
Still, she also let out a sigh of relief. It was fine to fantasize a little inwardly, but she could not actually do it. After all, the female lead was about to discuss marriage with the male lead. If Zhou Zhuying slept with the female lead, wouldn’t that be putting a green hat on the male lead?
In male-oriented novels, those who cuckolded the male lead usually did not end well. She had barely survived the plotline where the Demon Sect was destroyed and the Cult Leader received her boxed lunch. How could she ruin everything because of feminine beauty?!
She carried Xiao Xinyue’s ancient qin back into the room for her, lest the cold frost at night freeze and damage it.
The next day, Xiao Xinyue did not come to ask her for the qin either, and Zhou Zhuying could not go out, so she had no choice but to continue studying her sewing skills.
From morning until night, she sewed and mended, and finally managed to patch up the cloak. It was just that at first glance, a cloak that had originally looked extremely valuable had been transformed by her into something that looked like it had been bought from Pinduoduo.
She herself had no such awareness. She only felt that her craftsmanship had improved. When the female disciple came to deliver her meal, she even took it out and invited her to admire it together. “How is my handiwork? I stitched these characters on one stitch at a time. I nearly went blind sewing them, but fortunately, I’m clever and skillful, so I managed to sew them.”
Looking at the crooked, dog-crawl-like words “make it look nicer” embroidered on the cloak, the female disciple held it in for a long time before she managed to maintain an expressionless face and stop the corners of her mouth from twitching.
“Why did you embroider this?” the female disciple asked with difficulty.
“Your Saintess’s request. She told me to sew ‘make it look nicer.’ I really don’t understand why someone’s aesthetic taste would be so strange. Embroidering flowers or grass would be better than embroidering words, right? And what words wouldn’t have more artistic conception than these three?”
Female disciple: “…”
Should she say, as expected of the Demon Sect Leader, even her way of thinking was different from ordinary people?
But no wonder. As the dignified leader of a sect, when had she ever done such rough work? She could not even distinguish between “sew it more prettily” and embroidering the words “make it look nicer.”
Such a fine person. What a pity her brain did not seem quite normal. Truly a waste of such a good appearance.
Zhou Zhuying had originally indeed wanted to sew it more prettily and had not planned to embroider the words “make it look nicer.” But sometimes, when mischief bubbled up in her stomach, it could not be stopped.
The more she looked at her own work, the more satisfied she became. “It has that underworld-gang vibe now!”
Faced with Zhou Zhuying’s narcissism, the female disciple chose to keep silent.
Zhou Zhuying did not get a response, but she was not discouraged. She put down the cloak and prepared to eat. Suddenly, she asked, “Hey, why do I feel like you’re an unfamiliar face? Where’s the girl who delivered food before?”
This was a normal topic, so the female disciple no longer avoided speaking. “The Saintess had important matters to assign her.”
“Then you have to work harder. Work hard so Sister Saintess can see your shining points, and only then will Sister Saintess entrust important matters to you,” Zhou Zhuying instructed earnestly.
Female disciple: “…”
She no longer wanted to pay attention to Zhou Zhuying. She put down the food and hurriedly left.
Zhou Zhuying called after her from behind, “Hey, at least tell me where Sister Saintess went before you leave! Or help me pass on a message. I haven’t seen her all day, and I miss her terribly!”
The only answer she received was the female disciple’s back as she walked faster and faster, nearly breaking into a run.
Zhou Zhuying: “…I was only asking for information. It’s not like a ghost was chasing you. Is there any need to run that fast?”
As she ate, inspiration suddenly struck her. “The Saintess said I can go out once I mend the cloak. Since I’ve already mended it, doesn’t that mean I can go out?”
Thinking this, she hurriedly finished eating, then put on the cloak, picked up a lantern, and slipped out of the courtyard again.
Of course, she was afraid of another incident where she got surrounded, so this time, she did not dare go far. She only wandered around nearby.
After night fell, the surroundings seemed to sink into silence. Everything around her was pitch black, and only the lantern in Zhou Zhuying’s hand swayed gently in the breeze.
There was some noise in the distance, sounding rather lively. But because it was far away, by the time it reached Zhou Zhuying, it was hazy and indistinct, like a scene from a dream at night.
Zhou Zhuying’s heart suddenly turned slightly cold, and a faint sense of confusion, loneliness, and unease arose.
Now that she was in this other world, how could she not be lonely and alone?
Here, she had no parents, no friends, no classmates. Many things struck at her common sense again and again, refreshed her understanding, and challenged her worldview.
When she had first transmigrated, the situation had been urgent and had not given her any time to react. When she was in prison, she had also still been digesting the matter of transmigrating into a book, so she had no spare energy to let her thoughts run wild.
Now that things had quieted down, when she faced the night alone, the fear that had lurked in the depths of her heart for many days finally crawled out of the darkness, baring its fangs and claws at her.
She sat on the steps and gazed into the distance. She looked at the lights far away and stared at the pitch-black night road. The courtyard behind her was clearly brightly lit, but she was unwilling to go back.
The night surged in like a tide of ink, wrapping around her.
Suddenly, the rustling sound of footsteps came from the darkness. Zhou Zhuying perked up her ears, and then she heard that voice, clear as a spring, call, “Cult Leader?”
Zhou Zhuying felt as if she had been drowning in water for a long time and had finally followed the light to the surface, able to breathe again. Once more, she believed that there was no sound in the world more pleasant than the female lead’s voice.
Xiao Xinyue quickened her pace without showing it and came before Zhou Zhuying. Seeing her sitting on the steps in the frosty cold, for some reason, Xiao Xinyue felt as if her heart had been punched. It felt stuffy and faintly ached.
“Why is the Cult Leader sitting here?” she asked.
Zhou Zhuying did not want to tell the truth, so she said in a tone half coy and half complaining, “Waiting for you.”
Xiao Xinyue’s breathing paused slightly. Then she saw Zhou Zhuying shoot to her feet and ask, “I haven’t seen you all day. Where did you run off to?”
Could it be that Xiao Xinyue was angry because Zhou Zhuying would not warm her bed, so she did not want to see her?
Xiao Xinyue was slightly startled. Then it was as if starlight shone in her eyes. She smiled and said, “Because of one matter, I spent the whole day in discussion.”
Zhou Zhuying thought, as long as she was not angry with her, it was fine. She asked, “What matter needed to be discussed for so long? Is it difficult to handle?”
Xiao Xinyue did not mind her asking about the affairs of the various sects. When speaking of this difficult matter, her tone instead became a little lighter. “Mm, difficult. This is the first time I proposed a request and was unanimously rejected.”
Zhou Zhuying thought, if even the female lead’s halo did not work, then this matter really was difficult!
“If it is difficult, then take it slowly. There is no rush,” Zhou Zhuying comforted the female lead.
But Xiao Xinyue smiled. “When I want to accomplish something, it is useless for them to oppose me. Even if they move a mountain in front of me to block the way, I will dig through it for them to see.”
Stars appeared in Zhou Zhuying’s eyes. As expected of the female lead. She had to have this kind of courage and perseverance!
The female lead’s damned charm once again made her want to put a green hat on the male lead!
“The wind is rising. Let’s go back,” Xiao Xinyue said.
Zhou Zhuying’s heart, eager to dig into someone else’s corner, stirred restlessly. “I waited for you for so long. Shouldn’t you show some appreciation?”
Xiao Xinyue asked with amusement, “How do you want me to show it?”
“Carry me on your back.”
After Zhou Zhuying made this unreasonable request, she slightly despised herself inside.
Clearly knowing that the female lead belonged to the male lead, she still could not restrain this heart that wanted to make trouble. Could it be that after transmigrating into the Demon Sect Leader, even her character had become vile?
Had sewing the cloak for an entire day given her the illusion that her craftsmanship was excellent, so she now thought she could make the male lead a green hat?
However, she discovered in astonishment that the female lead’s character did not seem that great either—because the female lead compromised and carried her on her back.
Lying on Xiao Xinyue’s back, Zhou Zhuying thought: To hell with the male lead. To hell with character and morality. I am a Demon Sect Leader and a vicious female supporting character. Why should I care about morals and character?
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Let me guess, is it about marrying Zhou Zhuying? 👀 Saintess works fast 😭