◎Those who are never satisfied will be struck by lightning.◎

Her movements were too swift. In the blink of an eye, the sight of the girl lying down in her clothes filled his vision.

Yan Buchi’s long lashes trembled slightly, his beautiful phoenix eyes widening slightly.

He struggled to suppress the sweet, fishy taste in his throat.

“I’m fine.”

Ever since meeting Yin Qingyue, the pain inside Yan Buchi’s body had lessened considerably compared to before. They were often together, and he no longer experienced the heart-wrenching agony he had endured while imprisoned in the ice cells of the Xuanchi Sect.

He had gained a huge advantage.

He wanted to thank her, but before the words could leave his lips, a faint cough came out.

Yan Buchi gently pushed Yin Qingyue away. “Stay back. Don’t let it be like that day again…”

“Like what day?” Yin Qingyue leaned in closer, half-forcing him back onto the bed. “I’ve already been honest about my constitution. Don’t you want to take advantage of it?”

She grinned mischievously, but before she could finish, Yan Buchi covered her lips with his hand.

“How can you say such things?” His brows furrowed in displeasure. “You must understand—the person is innocent, but they are guilty of possessing a treasure. You must do everything to conceal your constitution and not speak so carelessly.”

His gaze lowered, “You shouldn’t even tell me.”

“What kind of talk is that?” Yin Qingyue retorted unhappily. “I know how to protect myself, but there’s no need to hide things from you. It’s not like you’d ever harm me.”

Her arms braced against the bed as she tilted her body slightly to the side.

The wide, crimson sleeves of her robe slipped down, draping messily over the man’s chest. She hadn’t yet changed out of her wedding attire, looking like a bride who had just stepped out of an ordinary household. Jewelry adorned her, and the intricately embroidered twin lotus flowers on her red robes shimmered under the warm lamplight, exuding an alluring charm.

“Come to think of it, was the night you slept so soundly because of me too?”

Yan Buchi pressed his lips together, shifting away from beneath Yin Qingyue as he slowly propped himself up.

“I’ll go to the desk. You should rest properly.” He forced a calm smile, trying to appear unaffected. “Don’t worry about me. Compared to the first time, the symptoms are much milder now.”

“But what if you stay too far away and the cold poison clouds your mind again?” Yin Qingyue smiled sweetly.

If she hadn’t come to him that night, he wouldn’t have lost control.

Yan Buchi turned to argue, but when he met the look hidden beneath her smile, his voice died in his throat.

“Weren’t you always curious about what you did to me that night?” Yin Qingyue’s eyes curved into crescents as she rolled over, settling into a comfortable position. “It was something quite shocking. If you keep avoiding me, who knows—by the time you wake up tomorrow, I might look even worse.”

She reached out to touch him but hesitated, afraid of causing him more pain, and quietly withdrew her hand.

Outwardly, Yan Buchi appeared no different from usual—at most, his complexion was paler, tinged with a sickly flush. His expression was serene, his demeanor composed, and even the hand pressing against his stomach was hidden beneath the layers of his wide sleeves.

Yin Qingyue couldn’t see through that flawless exterior to the shattered wreck beneath.

But she knew he was in pain.

She kicked off her shoes without a care, shrinking to the inner side of the bed and patting the space beside her forcefully. “If you don’t lie down now, by the time Madam comes looking for me tomorrow, I might be huddled in a corner crying from your bullying. Brother Zhizhi, you wouldn’t want Madam to see us in such an embarrassing state, would you?”

“I…”

“If you don’t come over, I’ll be too worried to sleep. And when I can’t hold back anymore and go to check on you, can you promise you’ll still be conscious then?”

Yan Buzhi stopped arguing. He closed his eyes, his emotions torn between joy and disgust. He was relying entirely on reason to suppress his feelings, restraining himself from overstepping. He feared that, as she said, when the cold poison reached its peak, he might truly hurt her unconsciously in his delirium.

His face pale, he slowly sat on the edge of the bed. The moment he neared the girl, the scorching heat that had been searing through his meridians cooled slightly. Every inch of his skin screamed at him to lean closer, to get nearer to her.

His sleeve was tugged, and a sweet, coquettish voice came from behind him. “Don’t just sit there. Come, lie down.”

Yan Buzhi hesitated for a moment before reclining on the bed.

The bed wasn’t particularly large. Yin Qingle, curled up against the innermost side, already took up a good portion of it. If he really lay down as she wished, he’d inevitably crowd her.

Suddenly, the weight on the bed shifted. A vibrant crimson filled his vision as the young girl, her eyes curved in a smile, wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her small hands roamed upward with unmistakable mischief.

“Ah Le, get off.” Yan Buzhi’s tone was uncharacteristically stern.

“No.” He was immediately rebutted. “Are you afraid you’ll hurt me, or do you just not like me?”

For a moment, Yin Qingle couldn’t tell whether it was Yan Buzhi who was poisoned or herself.

Unlike Yan Buzhi, who was always cautious and measured, she acted on impulse, her patience wearing thinner by the day after they had confessed their feelings.

If Yan Buzhi had just listened to her from the start and obediently lain down, it would have been fine. But he had to resist. His resistance only fueled her inexplicable competitive streak, making her all the more determined to tame him.

“Madam was right, promises are the most unreliable things. Brother Zhizhi, you’re just another big liar—ah!” Her taunting was cut short as the tail end of her sentence soared into a shriek.

The bed in the room wasn’t particularly comfortable, its bedding plain in color. A splash of fiery red crashed down, mingled with gold and azure, like a bewitching flower blooming in barren land.

Yin Qingle’s eyes widened. After a brief moment of stunned silence, they sparkled with delight. “Brother Zhizhi, are you sober right now?”

Whatever was to come, she didn’t want to bear it alone again. That one night’s hazy, one-sided kiss was enough.

An overwhelming wave of anticipation and joy nearly knocked Yan Buzhi senseless. He looked down at the girl’s surprised face and found not a trace of fear in her expression.

It was only natural for mortal girls to admire immortal cultivators, to yearn for gentle and humble men.

“I’m completely sober,” Yan Buzhi replied with a smile. “Ah Le, I haven’t lied. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

But Ah Le, I fear I may not be the flawless, radiant figure you imagine me to be.

Yin Qingle blinked, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a dancing butterfly. A shy hesitation flickered across her face, as if she might retreat.

Suddenly, her brows lifted again: “Still feeling unwell?”

“Yes,” Yan Buzhi replied.

His voice was soft, his scorching fingertips trembling slightly as they cupped the girl’s cheeks. “Ah Le, do you know how those imprisoned due to the Hua’e physique are treated?”

He was struggling to restrain himself, but his body refused to obey.

He knew he should push her away, knew he should warn her not to act on impulse—yet his hands moved uncontrollably upward, settling on her soft, slender waist.

He tried to caution her, testing the waters carefully. If she showed even the slightest hint of reluctance or fear, he would flee in an instant.

“N-No, I don’t know,” Yin Qingyue stammered, her face flushed crimson, her words betraying her thoughts. “What… what happens to them?”

She arched her body slightly, nestling into his embrace, where she was held firmly. Her round, almond-shaped eyes widened as she curled up, trying her best to appear harmless, innocent, and adorable.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Yan Buzhi’s slender neck. Unable to resist, her tongue darted out, playfully brushing against his lips.

Feigning remorse, she murmured, “I’m really not a good person, only thinking about the moment, completely disregarding… mmm.”

Before she could finish, the back of her head was cradled, and a cool, domineering presence enveloped her. A tingling, wet sensation overwhelmed her senses as Yan Buzhi leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

His gaze was tender, his movements inexperienced yet incredibly soft, deepening gradually from a light peck to something more insistent. After a brief retreat, he returned with greater intensity, his tongue slipping past her lips, exploring deeper behind her pearly teeth.

Their warm breaths intertwined as Yin Qingyue melted into his solid embrace, her arms tightening around him. She could feel the change in Yan Buzhi’s body temperature—the unnatural heat from the cold poison gradually fading, replaced by a noticeable stiffness that betrayed the growing tension between them.

Her own temperature rose too quickly, soon surpassing his. Before she could react, her ragged breaths were seized once more, dragged back into the realm of pleasure. His lips lingered like drifting clouds, savoring her with near-reverence.

Yin Qingyue closed her eyes in bliss, but inexplicably, a flicker of confusion surfaced in her pupils.

It was perfect, it was comfortable.

But somehow… it felt a little strange, a little too gentle. She couldn’t quite put it into words, but it seemed as though Yan Buzhi, despite his calm exterior, was exerting immense effort to hold something back.

Shamelessly, she found herself missing the unrestrained madness of their first kiss, when he had given her no chance to resist.

Her fingers twitched, itching to pull his head back down, but she quickly withdrew her hand.

Behave, Ah Le!

Being insatiable is asking for trouble!

She clenched her fists, gripping the bedsheet tightly, forcing down those strange thoughts.

“Ah Le…”

She heard Yan Buzhi call her name, his voice thick with restraint.

Yin Qingyue let out a soft “Mm,” then suddenly remembered something and broke free from his hold. “I’m sleepy.”

Yan Buzhi reluctantly released her, offering a gentle smile. “Sleep, then. If anything comes up tomorrow, I’ll wake you.”

“But first, there’s one more thing I need to do,” Yin Qingyue said, licking her lips.

“What?”

Sitting up straight, she pulled the white-robed man toward her and pressed her forehead against his: “Weeding.”

“I won’t delve deep into your memories, just take a quick look around the edges. No need to close your eyes.”

Translator Note: Heyy, I’m picking up this novel. The chapters are really long so I’ll be splitting them into 2 parts.

On a side note, the title of this novel is actually “After Transmigrating Into The Book, I Kissed the Beautiful and Tragic Second Male Lead Silly” because it’s 亲懵了 LOL.