Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 277

Jingchi could swear that in all his years, he had never felt so helpless. His ears were ringing, and he could only see Nalan Jingwen's lips moving, but he couldn't hear anything.

The places touched by Nalan Jingwen were burning hot, and the heat even seemed to spread outwards like wildfire. His entire body began to feel hot, almost burning away his reason. Even though they were in the freezing cold, there was no way to suppress it.

Seeing his dazed expression, Nalan Jingchi vaguely remembered something. He felt as if he had touched a hard object in his hand. His eyelashes trembled, and he looked down. Then his breath hitched and his fingers clenched tightly.

The sword in his hand, just as before, gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight. The familiar touch almost brought tears to his eyes.

"Your Majesty..."

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with tears, and gazed sadly at Nalan Jingwen, unable to hold back his sobs.

He thought he might never see the sword in his lifetime.

But... this sword suddenly appeared in my hand so perfectly, so real, as if I were dreaming.

Among his few memories with Nalan Jingwen, those associated with this sword are especially precious; it was the first thing Nalan Jingwen gave him...

He cherished it dearly, and after each kill, he would carefully wipe it clean to ensure that no bloodstains were left. Apart from killing, he would never use the sword for any other manual labor. Once, Cheng He asked him to help whittle wood with the sword, but he refused. He never parted with the sword, even when he slept.

He carefully treasured everything Nalan Jingwen gave him.

Nalan Jingwen wiped away his tears and asked, "Have you named this sword?"

Jingchi shook his head. "Never."

"I will choose one for you."

Jingchi tried to get up and kneel, but she pressed him down. "Please, Your Highness, bestow a name upon me."

Nalan Jingwen looked into his clear blue eyes, which seemed to contain endless blue waves, a pure place untouched by anyone under the deep, cold stars, clear and bright, yet like the undercurrents of a glacier, quietly flowing with coldness.

At this moment, his pure and innocent eyes were filled with her image.

"How about calling me Liuli? It's like your eyes."

Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are beautiful?

Jingchi was slightly stunned, staring at her intently. In a daze, he seemed to remember something.

Yes, someone once said that his eyes were very beautiful. Who was it?

A beautiful face gradually appeared in Jingchi's mind, slowly overlapping with the person in front of him. He murmured:

"grown ups……"

Nalan Jingwen paused, his hand stroking Nalan's eyebrows and eyes narrowing slightly. "What did you say?"

Jingchi instantly realized what was happening, lowered his eyes, and said in a flustered manner, "This subordinate was distracted, please punish me, Your Highness."

"What were you thinking about just now? You were daydreaming while you were with me. Do you not like this name?"

As she spoke, she tried to get off him, but Jingchi panicked and instinctively grabbed her wrist, hurriedly saying, "No, no, this subordinate... this subordinate likes it very much..."

Nalan Jingwen looked down at the hand that was gripping his, and Jingchi followed suit, immediately pulling his hand back and apologizing again: "Your subordinate has overstepped his bounds, please punish me, Your Highness."

Seeing his flustered appearance, Nalan Jingwen felt like teasing him.

"Are you sure you want me to punish you?"

"Yes!"

He looked at her intently, his expression serious.

Upon seeing this, Nalan Jingwen flipped his wrist, and Jingchi felt his waist loosen. The next moment, his eyes were covered, and he was plunged into darkness. His senses were amplified, and he could clearly feel all of Nalan Jingwen's movements on him.

He froze, too afraid to move.

As the familiar scent drew closer, mingled with a unique fragrance, his body stiffened further, and a blush crept onto his face, though it was too dark to see clearly.

A warm, soft breath landed on his lips, a light touch that vanished in an instant, like a gentle snowflake falling on his lips. But his eyes, hidden beneath his clothes, suddenly widened, disbelief appearing in them. He felt dizzy; normally so sensitive to his surroundings, he could no longer perceive anything. All he could feel was his lips.

Nalan Jingwen whispered a sentence in his ear, but he couldn't hear it. The wind and snow began to rise, engulfing everything.

It wasn't until his whole body was frozen stiff that he finally came to his senses, clenched his fists, and carefully removed the blindfold from his eyes.

Nalan Jingwen was no longer by his side. He sat up, staring blankly at the belt and sword in his palm, oblivious to the biting wind and snow.

……

Nalan Jingwen set off early in the morning. Everything here was reported to the capital by Pei Yundai, so she didn't need to worry about it.

She went home late last night, and Nalan Yin was angry for a long time. It took a long time to coax him to sleep. Nalan Yin had just recovered from the poison and was still weak. So the result of this whole night was that she couldn't get up the next day. Nalan Jingwen had no choice but to carry her away.

She had asked Nalan Yin about the poison in his body, but Nalan Yin refused to say, only saying that he would have someone find out. Since he didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't force him.

only……

Nalan Jingwen looked at the thin face of the person in his arms, his eyes deep and somber.

Because of prolonged poisoning, he had long been ravaged beyond recognition. She often saw Nalan Yin staring blankly at himself in the mirror. Even if he didn't say anything, she knew he was afraid. His once-proud appearance was gone, so he often felt uneasy. His anger and jealousy were just manifestations of his lack of security. He wanted to prove to her that she cared about him in this way.

Nalan Jingwen understood everything and was willing to let him have his way.

The wind and snow lifted the carriage curtain, and the biting cold wind suddenly blew into the car, giving people goosebumps and making them shiver.

The person in his arms seemed to feel the chill as well, and subconsciously curled up a little closer to Nalan Jingwen's embrace. The familiar scent made him let down all his guard and vigilance, and he slept exceptionally soundly.

Liu Qingxu, who was watching from the side, was envious and couldn't help but lift the curtain and keep looking outside.

After she took her revenge yesterday, she felt the burden on her shoulders disappear instantly. She really did it, she really avenged her mother with her own hands, and she really avenged everyone in the Liu family.

Her hands were trembling after she finished doing everything, even though they were covered in blood and her body was covered in wounds, she felt incredibly happy.

She did not fail her mother's teachings, nor did she let them down.

After visiting her mother for the last time and saying goodbye, she resolutely left with Nalan Jingwen. In just a short while, she had already looked outside several times.

After lifting the curtain once more, she noticed a sharp gaze. Her hand froze, and she looked at Nalan Jingwen with a fawning expression.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry."

Nalan Jing ignored her, took a blanket from the side and covered Nalan Yin with it. After making sure that she was wrapped up tightly and protected from the cold wind, he looked at her.

"If you can't wait, go find him. Then lift the curtain and get on the carriage in the back."