The softness on her lips and the fragrance at the tip of her nose made him helplessly drown in this sea.
Jiang Nanshu’s kiss was lukewarm, a light and fleeting sweetness, as if almost there yet not quite.
As she pulled away, Lu Qingyan cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her fiercely, feeling Jiang Nanshu recoil. He clasped her slender waist, not allowing her to escape.
He had never understood why men enjoyed drowning in the throes of romantic affairs.
Now, he seemed to understand.
Kissing the person he liked, his mood was very pleasant.
The two of them kissed all the way to the bed.
Feeling his large hand roaming on her skin, Jiang Nanshu’s body lightly trembled.
She was kissed dizzy and confused, unable to comprehend how a man, initially inexperienced in kissing, could in such a short time become so proficient!
The door was knocked.
Only then did the indulging couple stop their actions.
Jiang Nanshu, with her hand against Lu Qingyan’s chest and her face flushed, said, "Someone’s here."
Lu Qingyan, his voice hoarse, replied, "I know."
Jiang Nanshu came to her senses, fearful of getting involved with Lu Qingyan here, and blinked her eyes, "I still have a cold, and I’m feeling dizzy."
In the darkness, Lu Qingyan’s ears were slightly warm, his voice still cold, "Sorry."
He straightened up and smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt.
Jiang Nanshu sat on the bed and tugged her skirt back down from her thighs.
"[Damn, I wasn’t planning to give myself away... Thank goodness someone knocked on the door, or else I would have given in.]"
Lu Qingyan calmed down, and only then did he feel the awkwardness replacing the previous amorous atmosphere.
The door was knocked again, with Jian Hemian’s faint voice coming through, "Have you two settled down?"
Jiang Nanshu quickly turned on the room light, and Lu Qingyan went to open the door.
Jian Hemian stood at the doorway, examining the impassive Lu Qingyan as he squinted his eyes, "Your nephew is looking for you. He woke up and couldn’t find you and is crying right now. You should take care of the child you brought yourself."
"Okay, thanks," Lu Qingyan replied, stepping past him to leave.
He glanced over at Jiang Nanshu from the doorway, "Take the medicine before you sleep later, I’ve already divided it, it’s in the medicine box."
Having said that, he left to find Shang Xu.
Jian Hemian, seeing through the situation but keeping it unmentioned, knew Jiang Nanshu was a sensible person who wouldn’t let herself be at a disadvantage.
So he said, "Rest well."
After that, he closed the door and left.
Jiang Nanshu breathed a sigh of relief.
Lying relaxed on the bed and looking at the ceiling, she always felt Lu Qingyan was somewhat like Zhou Yanxu, whether it was his scent or his gentle nature.
Now, she felt, the two were not alike at all.
The nature hidden under Lu Qingyan’s gentle exterior was actually very dominant.
Jiang Nanshu began to wonder if she really betrayed such a person, would she end up dying horribly?
But then she thought again, once she completed her task, she’d be dead anyway; there wouldn’t be much she could do.
So, she summoned Da Shachun.
"How’s the search going? It’s been three hours, can’t you be more efficient? Other systems can even cross boundaries and annihilate that soul."
Its voice sounded wooden: [Host, I’m just a system, not a killer; can you understand that?]
"Ugh," Jiang Nanshu despised, "you’re so useless."
"With such a dangerous enemy lurking by my side, how do you expect me to earnestly complete my task? If I can’t, it looks like we’ll just be stuck with each other forever~"
Da Shachun’s mechanical voice almost cried: [Please, don’t say such scary things; Lingtong is scared.]
"So, how did the search go?"
Da Shachun seriously: [...I couldn’t find anything. She must have a higher-level invasion system. Not all systems offer monetary rewards like ours, and not all hosts, like you, only care about the final one billion. I think she must be a Space Traveler, someone who can freely choose another parallel world’s Destiny Female Lead’s body to live the life destined for that Female Lead.]
Jiang Nanshu listened quietly.
Actually, Da Shachun got it wrong.
It wasn’t about the one billion.
What she wanted was to turn back time, to return to her original world before she had died.
"Destiny Female Lead of a parallel world?" Jiang Nanshu murmured.
"Why would she be in this body of mine?"
Da Shachun: [Because the soul of this body must have already been sent by the Traveler to another parallel world—whether to a good or bad world is up to the Traveler’s whim. Some Destiny Female Leads might be sent off and drowned at birth, while others might lose all their destiny and live an ordinary life in a normal family.]
A mysterious pain struck Jiang Nanshu’s forehead.
"So why does such a Traveler, who seizes others’ lives and destroys their souls, exist?"
Da Shachun hesitated: [Ah, I...I don’t know. Travelers are rare, kind of like a virus within the system. Generally speaking, the Lord Main God doesn’t allow this kind of situation to happen. Host, I have already reported your situation to the Lord Main God, and he said he will eradicate this invader as soon as possible.]
When mentioning the Lord Main God, Da Shachun’s tone became much prouder: [Yes, all main systems are under his control. He assigns systems to people who need help the most to help them fulfill their wishes; he’s so gentle. I need to perform well so I can be assigned to work by his side!]
Da Shachun suddenly became very motivated: [So, Host, whether I can get a promotion and make a fortune depends on you. You should move the kidnapping of the Destiny Female Lead up on the agenda and do some evil things to stabilize your Disgust Value.]
Da Shachun kept babbling: [If that fails, you should move drugging up on the agenda; drug the male lead and throw him on the Female Lead’s bed, I guarantee he will hate you to death.]
Jiang Nanshu narrowed her eyes slightly, suddenly clicking her tongue, "Not bad, my great strategist Da Shachun; you make a lot of sense. Put that idea in queue, I have a very important question to ask you now."
Da Shachun immediately became alert: [Let’s make it clear first, the dead cannot be brought back to life; don’t ask me about that; I’m just a small system.]
Jiang Nanshu: "...Heh, so you knew, huh? No wonder you ran so fast upfront."
It knew everything she thought about daily!
Although she verbally condemned Zhou Yanxu for being weak, she wanted more than anyone for him to live.
Jiang Nanshu raised her hand to her forehead, staring at the light in the center of the ceiling, muttering, "This thought is somewhat against the heavens."
After a few seconds of silence, Da Shachun stuttered: [Host, actually, his wish is for you to live well and truly experience the love in this world, not to remain alone. Apart from him, there are many others who care about you. Don’t trap yourself in the past; otherwise, you too will live unhappily...]
Jiang Nanshu’s memory flashed back to when she first met Zhou Yanxu at four years old.
At that time, she didn’t know the deep entanglements she would have with him in the future.
"Then let me change the question, can I see that Traveler’s soul again?"