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

Chapter 155

The body in her arms trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

Nalan Jingwen felt that the hairpin on his head was a bit of an obstacle, so she casually pulled it off. In an instant, his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, brushing against her face and making her feel a little itchy.

His hairpin was very simple, carved from a piece of wood, with a flower at the top, but the carving was rather rough and not very noticeable.

Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, Jinse was distracted by the hairpin and turned away from her embrace.

"It was just carved in my spare time, but it has offended Your Highness's eyes."

Nalan Jingwen examined the carving and asked, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Begonia."

Her hand paused slightly as she suddenly recalled the night they first met. Although her vision was blurry, the countless crabapple petals falling from the sky landed on the man's smooth, black hair beneath the tree, adorning it like spirits transformed from the crabapple tree. In her eyes, perhaps from the very beginning, Jinse was different.

She placed the hairpin on the table beside her, gently lifted his chin, and made him look at her.

"These flowers suit you very well."

Jinse gazed at her with her dark, bright eyes, filled with tenderness. "I thought I would be like this crabapple tree, unable to express all my love, only able to keep it hidden in my heart. But Your Highness has responded to my feelings. This is a blessing I have earned through countless lifetimes. I dare not ask for more. I only wish to stay by Your Highness's side forever."

Nalan Jingwen was somewhat stunned and remained silent.

A humble, unrequited love; a bitter, agonizing longing.

Is this what he wanted to tell her?

Nalan Jingwen knew that even though he had agreed to stay by her side, there was still a knot in his heart that he hadn't untied. He always pretended to be nonchalant in front of her, just so that she wouldn't worry.

She pulled him closer, lowered her head and gently kissed his lips, whispering softly.

"Would you like to stay by my side forever?"

"Don't leave again..."

Jinse responded gently to her kiss, letting out a soft moan of passion. All his answers were drowned out by the burning kiss, and he passively but earnestly endured it.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, and an ambiguous atmosphere lingered between the two.

Just as Nalan Jingwen was about to take things further, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Nalan Jingwen immediately pulled the person into his arms and turned to look at the person who had come.

As expected, it was Nalan Yin again.

The only person who dared to come to her and push open her door was Nalan Yin.

He stood at the doorway, clutching a pillow, watching the two embracing inside, completely unsurprised.

"go out!"

Nalan Jing heard this and said sternly.

Nalan Yin showed no intention of leaving; instead, she took two steps forward and entered the room.

"The room is so dark, I'm scared..."

Nalan Jingwen took a deep breath and tidied up Jinse's disheveled clothes. "Come in."

It wasn't that she didn't want to refuse him, nor that she couldn't see through his little scheme; it was because she knew that if Nalan Yin slept alone, she would fall into extreme fear, suffer nightmares, and her wounds would flare up again. Therefore, she couldn't refuse him.

A triumphant smile flashed across Nalan Yin's face as she nimbly climbed onto Nalan Jingwen's bed and obediently lay down.

Jinse was only slightly surprised, but she didn't say anything and followed all of Nalan Jingwen's arrangements.

That night, Nalan Jingwen slept between the two of them. He had a bit of a headache, but fortunately the bed was big enough for the three of them.

But this is not a solution. If outsiders always appear every time she is intimate with Jinse, even if Jinse doesn't care or can tolerate it, she cannot make Jinse feel wronged.

It's time to talk to him.

The next day.

When they passed a meadow, she stopped to rest for a while and sent everyone away, leaving only Nalan Yin behind.

Nalan Yin thought that Nalan Jingwen had come to her senses and wanted to do something with him, so she stayed in the carriage without any pretense, sat next to Nalan Jingwen, and held her arm.

"Does Your Highness have something to say to Yin'er?"

Nalan Jingwen pulled his arm away and looked at him seriously, saying, "I hope that you will not disturb me when I am alone. I also need my private space."

Nalan Yin's smile faded, and her eyes became unfathomably dark.

"What do you mean, Your Highness? Do you think Yin'er is too annoying?"

Nalan Jingwen shook his head, "You know perfectly well that's not what I meant."

"I only wish that we keep our distance."

Nalan Yin scoffed, his expression mocking.

"Keep your distance? Give him way? Is that what you mean?"

The "him" that Nalan Yin spoke of was self-evident.

Nalan Jingwen's expression was serious as he continued, "Jinse is my husband. He doesn't need anyone to make way for him, nor does anyone else have that right."

"Husband? Are you even married? You don't even have a formal title, what kind of husband are you?"

His voice was loud, without any attempt to conceal it, and the people outside could hear it clearly.

Jinse's expression didn't change much; she just stared blankly at the meadow, a barely perceptible sadness in her eyes.

Jingchi glanced at him sideways, then lowered her head again, her bangs obscuring her eyes and making it impossible to discern her emotions.

Husband? Among these people, only Rong Hengyu could openly stand by her side as her husband.

And who has the right to say anything?

Nalan Jingwen frowned, finding his words extremely grating.

"So what if we're not married? As long as I call him my husband, then he is, and always will be!"

Nalan Yin's eyes were filled with even more mockery, as if she were mocking her own overestimation of her abilities.

Nalan Jingwen continued, "I just want my private space and don't want to be disturbed. Everyone needs their own space."

"I don't need that. My elder sister can come to me anytime. Everything Yin'er has can belong to my elder sister!"

he retorted.

Nalan Jingwen stared at him intently, feeling utterly powerless.

He was truly impervious to reason.

"Nalan Yin, don't make me hate you."

Nalan Yin's smile froze, and she pretended not to care, saying, "It doesn't matter. You hate me anyway, don't you? You wish I would leave you, or you wish I would disappear completely, right?"

Nalan Jingwen was about to say something when he heard a cry of surprise from outside the carriage.

She immediately lifted the carriage curtain and got off the carriage. She saw Jinse clutching his leg, looking pained. Jingchi was squatting down to check on him. Beside him was a snake that had been cut into several pieces. She knew at a glance what had happened. Meanwhile, Hongyun, who was scouting the terrain, was rushing over here.

She strode over, squatted down to examine it, and saw two small holes on her fair ankle, but the area around the holes had turned blackish-purple, clearly indicating that it was poisonous.

"Your Highness, let me suck out the poison for the young master."

Nalan Jingwen didn't say anything, but after glancing at Jinse, whose face had turned pale, he bent down without hesitation and sucked out the poison.

"Your Majesty!!"

Jingchi tried to reach out to stop her, but Nalan Jingwen grabbed her and pinned her down. Jinse struggled to pull her ankle free, shaking her head, "No, Your Highness..."

Nalan Jingwen spat out the black blood in his mouth, casually wiped his mouth, and picked the person up.

"Bring the medicine over!"