After Transmigrating, the Female Lead Went Dark (GL) - Chapter 14

Xiao Xinyue concluded her practice with a move that was both forceful and gentle, a motion so beautiful that Zhou Zhuying unconsciously mimicked it.

Xiao Xinyue had already noticed her gaze and movements, but distracting oneself during martial arts practice is a major taboo, so she hadn’t spoken to her.

Now that she had finished one set of techniques, Xiao Xinyue was free to tease her.

She leaped up, and it was hard to tell if she was stepping on the plum blossoms or if the blossoms were being swept up by her. In the blink of an eye, she was at the window.

She asked, “Sect Leader, why are you awake so early today?”

Zhou Zhuying’s mind was completely captivated by her grace. Hearing her question, she was slow to respond. “With such beauty before me, how could I still sleep?”

“Oh? Is it the scenery that’s beautiful, or the person?”

“The poem says, ‘The plum must yield three points of whiteness to the snow, yet the snow lacks the plum’s fragrance.’”

“Then, am I the plum, or the snow?”

“You are both the plum and the snow. The white is you, and the fragrance is also you. Just as wherever you are, that place is beautiful scenery. So, Saintess sister, tell me, is it the scenery or the person that is beautiful?”

Xiao Xinyue was astonished to hear such sweet words from the Sect Leader, who was usually uncultured and lacking in romance. Her lips curled slightly, and her eyes were tinged with a smile. “Did the Sect Leader dream of the God of Literature last night? Your words are so touching.”

Thinking of last night’s dream, Zhou Zhuying looked glum. Seeing her expression, Xiao Xinyue’s smile faded slightly. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

Zhou Zhuying noticed a thin sheen of sweat on Xiao Xinyue’s fragrant hair and neck and, worried she might catch a chill, said, “Saintess sister, please come inside and wipe off your sweat.”

Xiao Xinyue was agreeable and gracefully flipped through the window into the room.

Zhou Zhuying: “…”

Wait, why is the female lead flipping through the window when there’s a perfectly good door? Does she think flipping through the window is more exciting?

But if the female lead doesn’t care about her image, why should I?

She offered her handkerchief to Xiao Xinyue. “In last night’s dream, I didn’t see the God of Literature or the Duke of Zhou. It was just me, all alone, sitting in a dark, gloomy great hall.”

Xiao Xinyue paused while wiping her sweat and asked subtly, “Did you dream of anything else besides that?”

“No. Even if a ghost appeared, I wouldn’t have been so lonely and bored.”

Xiao Xinyue smiled faintly. “If a ghost really appeared, you wouldn’t be saying that.”

“There are all kinds of ghosts. Like the Duke of Zhou—he passed away years ago, so he’s a ghost now, right? But dreaming of him isn’t scary!”

Xiao Xinyue offered an idea. “Next time, before sleeping, think of a person. That person might appear in your dream to keep you company.”

Zhou Zhuying thought this was reasonable. After all, thoughts during the day lead to dreams at night. If she constantly thought about one person, surely they would appear once or twice out of ten dreams, right?

She instinctively avoided thinking about her parents, worried that thinking too much without being able to return to them would make her depressed. As for her friends and classmates, besides Meng Xiaoxiao, few were worth dwelling on.

After much thought, the only person she could even obsess over here was… the female lead?!

She glanced at Xiao Xinyue. Having finished wiping her sweat, Xiao Xinyue tucked the handkerchief into her robe, noticed Zhou Zhuying’s gaze, and asked, “Do you think it’s inappropriate?”

“The idea is great, but it’s easy to think about someone day and night and fall in love.”

Xiao Xinyue: “…”

She said, “It’s fine if you don’t want to think of someone. Find a person to keep you company. The effect is the same.”

“If we share the same bed for a long time, who knows, one night passion might strike, and we’ll ascend to Wushan together.”

Xiao Xinyue’s temples throbbed. She changed the subject. “Since you’re awake, wash up and prepare for breakfast. I’ll go back and change my clothes first.”

Zhou Zhuying watched her leave, then pondered to herself: “Go back and change my clothes first”—does that mean she’ll come back and eat breakfast with me after she changes?

She recalled the female lead’s expression when they first met; the murderous aura couldn’t be filtered out even with ten layers of filters. Since then, the female lead’s attitude had gradually softened, but she occasionally still looked at her with a deeply restrained and complicated expression.

It was incredible that the female lead could be so considerate of her despite the profound blood feud between them!

Zhou Zhuying’s imagination ran wild. The saying is killing the person while punishing the heart. Could the female lead be trying to make me drop my guard, make me dependent on her, and feel like I can’t live without her? Then she’ll PUA me, abusing me physically, mentally, and spiritually to make my life a living hell?!

What should I do? I’m genuinely developing a crush on the female lead.

No, no, no! It’s okay to like her; it’s okay to admire her, but I cannot fall in love!

Zhou Zhuying drew a line in her heart for herself, then cheerfully washed up.

When the female disciple brought breakfast, Xiao Xinyue returned wearing a clean, simple padded jacket and skirt. Even in a skirt, Zhou Zhuying felt the female lead looked more heroic and gallant.

“Saintess sister, isn’t wearing a skirt inconvenient for fighting?” Zhou Zhuying asked curiously.

Xiao Xinyue said, “The Moshan Sect is very safe. There’s no need for fighting.”

Zhou Zhuying agreed. Few petty thieves would dare to break into the Moshan Sect’s main base. Even if they did, they’d probably be subdued before they got here.

She then asked, “Did Saintess sister wear thermal underwear? It must be cold wearing a skirt in the middle of winter!”

Xiao Xinyue: “…”

Fearing she didn’t know what thermal underwear was, Zhou Zhuying explained, “It’s the kind of cotton pants that aren’t very thick but are very warm.”

“Does the Sect Leader want thermal underwear? I’ll have someone buy you some from Yunxi Pavilion tomorrow.”

Zhou Zhuying: “Yunxi Pavilion sells thermal underwear too?!”

Xiao Xinyue nodded. “Not just menstrual cloth and thermal underwear, even the toothbrush the Sect Leader is using now is from Yunxi Pavilion.”

Zhou Zhuying thought: I guessed correctly! Yunxi Pavilion is a boutique that caters to women! I wish I had a chance to visit it.

Xiao Xinyue pushed the rice noodles in front of Zhou Zhuying. “Don’t get distracted while eating. Finish it, and I’ll take you for a walk.”

“I’m not a child anymore,” the Sect Leader grumbled, but she quickly finished her breakfast. Then, she put on her “Triad Boss” cloak and left the door with Xiao Xinyue.

Xiao Xinyue instructed her, “If we run into anyone later, don’t speak, and don’t look directly at them.”

Curious Sect Leader Zhou asked, “Why? That’s so rude!”

“There’s no why. Just listen to me.”

Sect Leader Zhou looked aggrieved.

Fine. When you’re under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head. You’re the female lead, so you make the rules.

Before they encountered anyone else, she could still chat with Xiao Xinyue, but as soon as they met the patrolling disciples, she fell silent.

The female lead was chatting with her sect’s disciples. As an outsider, she couldn’t interject—it was like parents taking their child to see relatives and then leaving the child aside to talk about adult topics—it was incredibly boring.

Bored, Zhou Zhuying casually glanced over at the disciples.

The patrolling disciple she glanced at happened to be secretly peeking at her. The moment her indifferent gaze swept over him, he was so startled he shuddered: Which idiot said the Demon Sect Leader’s eyes are round and cute and that she looks soft and easy to bully?

With those clear, slender phoenix eyes, there’s a touch of cold indifference in her laziness and hidden killing intent in her seductiveness. Just one look at her makes my skin crawl!

Compared to their gentle, poised, and generous Saintess, this is no lamb—she’s a beautiful scorpion!

Since they had nothing else to report, they quickly bade farewell to the Saintess and continued their patrol.

Zhou Zhuying asked, “Saintess sister, are you usually very fierce? Why does every disciple run away whenever they see you?”

It was like that last time, and it was even more exaggerated this time. It felt like they were being chased by a ghost.

Xiao Xinyue gave her a smiling look and said, “Good job. Keep it up.”