All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 34

A red sun rose in the distance, white mist drifting over the river.

The tide surged, soaking the yellow earth.

Green grass sprouted on the island, dew still clinging, dripping onto moss. Someone sang atop a hill, their simple voice summoning birds that fluttered from the woods, circling the island toward the sunrise.

Clear sunlight spilled into the room. Zhou Xi’s eyelids fluttered, and she let out a comfortable sigh. She’d slept deeply.

Chunshui woke at dawn, propping her face with one hand, long hair cascading, quietly watching Zhou Xi.

Zhou Xi opened her eyes, instinctively seeking Chunshui for a kiss. Chunshui bit her, snapping her fully awake.

“What time is it?” Zhou Xi asked, still smiling. “My flight’s today. I forgot to pack yesterday.”

“I packed for you,” Chunshui said softly.

Zhou Xi clung to her, “You’re so good.”

Chunshui let Zhou Xi pull her down, nestling into her shoulder. Zhou Xi hugged her, nuzzling.

Chunshui indulged her affection.

When Zhou Xi released her and got up, she saw the room’s decor and gaped.

“Where… where is this?” Zhou Xi swallowed, pointing at the wall decorations in shock.

Chunshui slid behind her, arms around her shoulders, whispering in her ear, “Lake Island.”

Zhou Xi turned with difficulty, confused, “How’d I get here?”

Chunshui stepped barefoot off the bed, her white nightgown slipping down her legs. She smirked, “You forgot again, Doctor Zhou.”

Zhou Xi trailed her, whining, “I got drunk last night.” She scratched her messy hair, looking like a big golden retriever, eyes gleaming wetly.

Chunshui’s dark eyes deepened. She washed up, then squeezed toothpaste onto a brush for Zhou Xi. Zhou Xi took it. Chunshui said nothing, just gestured for her to wash.

Zhou Xi didn’t think Chunshui meant harm. She obediently brushed and washed. Chunshui stood, arms crossed, watching. When Zhou Xi finished, Chunshui lifted a long leg over her, kissing her deeply. Caught off guard but enjoying it, Zhou Xi, newly awakened to desire, craved Chunshui daily.

Zhou Xi gripped her waist. Chunshui sat on the counter, arms around Zhou Xi’s neck, entwining with her.

The kiss ended, both panting heavily.

Chunshui held Zhou Xi’s face, breathing close, “You didn’t want to come, so I had to bring you.”

Zhou Xi laughed and cried, kissing her, “I really have something to do. I’m not lying.”

Chunshui wrapped her arms around Zhou Xi’s neck, legs crossing around her, clearly skeptical. Lowering her eyes, her face saddened, “You don’t trust me.”

That “don’t trust” hurt Zhou Xi more than being called a liar.

She kissed Chunshui’s forehead to comfort her.

“Let’s stay two days and go back, okay?” Zhou Xi coaxed.

“No,” Chunshui hugged her, eyes closed. “I took your phone. You can’t contact anyone. You stay with me.”

Zhou Xi chuckled, “Not working?” She kissed Chunshui’s ear. It tickled, and Chunshui dodged, biting Zhou Xi’s shoulder.

Zhou Xi pinched her ear, “Such a temper.”

Chunshui buried her face in Zhou Xi’s chest, soft as a rabbit.

They stayed quiet a moment. Zhou Xi’s stomach growled. Chunshui pulled back, glaring at it. Zhou Xi grinned innocently.

“I’m hungry.”

Chunshui hopped off the counter, barefoot, saying, “I’ll cook for you.”

Zhou Xi followed, eyeing the surroundings.

The house sat on a hill. Toward the kitchen, she saw a high ridge, lush with green, morning mist lingering over it.

Chunshui opened the fridge, stuffed with food.

She grabbed some items.

Zhou Xi wandered, unrestrained by Chunshui.

Finding a balcony, she opened the door, seeing a steep cliff outside.

River water crashed against the rock, splashing wildly.

Zhou Xi frowned, asking the system, “Where is this?”

System: “An unnamed island. The female lead bought a property here half a month ago.”

She was still in the country.

Zhou Xi rubbed her forehead. Chunshui’s vigilance was too sharp. Her act these past weeks hadn’t fooled her.

Food ready, Chunshui approached, “Want to eat on the balcony, Doctor Zhou? I’ll get a table.”

Zhou Xi wanted to calm Chunshui, or she couldn’t return.

Chunshui must’ve checked her lie, hence her concern. Leaving this world meant vanishing entirely, and Chunshui might lose it.

Zhou Xi looked at her helplessly.

She nodded, hiding her emotions, smiling, “Sure, the view’s great.”

Chunshui touched her shoulder, lips curving, “I knew you’d like it.”

Zhou Xi helped move a table, chairs, and food. She exaggerated, “Wow, looks delicious.”

Chunshui handed her chopsticks, “Just plain noodles.”

“But it’s your first time cooking for me!” Zhou Xi patted herself, then her nose, “Forgot you took my phone. I wanted to snap this to remember. Years later, I’d be touched seeing it.”

Chunshui’s gaze softened. She reminded, “Aren’t you hungry? Eat.” Not mentioning the phone.

The phone wasn’t crucial to Zhou Xi; she just tested Chunshui’s stance. Seeing her unyielding, Zhou Xi knew Chunshui was firm this time, not like before when she could bluff.

Or rather, she’d never fooled Chunshui. It was all noted, now coming back to bite her.

Chunshui was vengeful. How could Zhou Xi think she’d hidden things well?

Zhou Xi ate the noodles, fragrant, maybe from hunger.

Chunshui ate little, opening a wine bottle, sipping while watching the green river, waiting for Zhou Xi to finish.

The sun grew hotter. After eating, Zhou Xi showered, toweling her hair, saying, “You should shower. The hot water’s great, and the tub’s huge—could fit both of us.”

Before finishing, Chunshui tackled her. They tangled on the bedroom carpet, lost in passion. When Zhou Xi rose, night had fallen. She didn’t know when she’d gotten up, only when she’d slept.

The tub saw use, the two entwined.

Each time Zhou Xi said she couldn’t go on, Chunshui turned her head, kissing her lips, asking, “Don’t you love me anymore?”

Zhou Xi couldn’t not love.

No field is overworked, only oxen collapse.

Zhou Xi, the young ox, was worn out, then pushed again, fingers limp. Yet Chunshui remained vibrant. Zhou Xi didn’t know when she slept, but Chunshui was always awake when she woke.

Holding her waist, Zhou Xi thought this couldn’t go on.

She wasn’t really escaping. Though she couldn’t tell Chunshui much, she could share a bit, or her body would break.

Chunshui asked nothing but was clearly forcing compliance through action.

Looking at Chunshui nestled against her chest, Zhou Xi raised a white flag.

“I hid some things. I’ll tell you, but stop touching me.”

Zhou Xi feared Chunshui’s endless energy. Who was the tasker here? She considered buying kidney supplements from the system store, feeling drained.

Chunshui looked up, kissing her chin, “Speak.”

Zhou Xi wrapped her in a blanket, telling a story about a tasker needing to save someone, now returning for debriefing but coming back because she loved the target.

Kissing Chunshui’s forehead, Zhou Xi asked eagerly, “Understand?”

“What happens if a tasker doesn’t return?” Chunshui asked, off-topic.

Zhou Xi thought, “Harsh punishment.”

Zhou Xi followed Fast-Travel Bureau rules, never breaking them, but heard of rebellions in small worlds. As support, she’d never done world-ending tasks. Some were rescues, but the Bureau’s tasks varied. Some colleagues, assimilated by locals, couldn’t execute destructive tasks.

She’d heard one world was destroyed, its tasker put in hibernation, time frozen, unsure when they’d wake.

Chunshui’s expression flickered, “Is that so…”

She murmured, dazed.

Zhou Xi didn’t notice, just relieved Chunshui stopped, letting her sleep well.

Morning came. Chunshui returned her phone, told her to wash, and they took a boat off the island. Onboard, Zhou Xi saw many small islands, some with residents rowing out.

On shore, Chunshui pulled her, saying, “I’ll wait for you.”

Her gaze was deep, gripping Zhou Xi’s hand, reluctant to let go. When she did, Zhou Xi grabbed her, hugging her, laughing, “I’ll be back soon. Take some jobs. Maybe I’ll return before you’re done.”

Chunshui buried her face in Zhou Xi’s chest, eyes closing, then opening, biting her shoulder hard before letting go.

Chunshui left by car, leaving Zhou Xi.

Seeing no one around, Zhou Xi told the system, “Depart world.”

She’d delayed three days, couldn’t wait longer.

A white light flashed. Zhou Xi appeared in the main world. Her small-world body wavered, taken over by the system, blending into the crowd, continuing her original tasks.

Exiting the gate, Zhou Xi looked at her hands, suddenly rubbing her forehead. She forgot something crucial. This body was system-crafted, its memories just to blend in. Would Chunshui seek the original?

The original was a soulless shell.

Zhou Xi rushed to debrief. Countless Bureau workers exited small worlds, white lights flashing at the gate. A towering statue stood in the plaza—the revered Main God, per the system.

Crossing the Skybridge, Zhou Xi entered the Support Division building, meeting a colleague fresh from debriefing.

“You’re back?”

“Just got here.”

Zhou Xi hurriedly pressed her palm on the lobby machine.

“Support task complete. Executor: Zhou Xi.”

“Points +3, no hidden tasks, completion grade C. Proceed to third floor for debriefing.”

Relieved, Zhou Xi greeted her colleague, “Why’d you take so long?”

“Ugh,” her colleague grimaced, “I helped the strategy team. Some bigshot there romanced both the villain and hero, sparking a fight that nearly broke the world. I was on a task there, couldn’t finish if it collapsed. Had to help fix it. The bigshot finally calmed them, I finished, and rushed back. Too risky!”

Patting her chest, she shuddered.

Zhou Xi hadn’t expected such bad luck, caught in another’s task. She patted her colleague’s shoulder sympathetically.

“I’m off to debrief.”

“Go.”

Zhou Xi headed upstairs, mentally drafting her report.

In the third-floor debriefing hall, a light beam hit her. She squinted, adjusting.

“Zhou Xi, why didn’t you depart immediately after completion?” someone asked.

“Got delayed,” Zhou Xi replied.

“By what?” they pressed.

Coughing, Zhou Xi said, “The female lead was unstable. I calmed her, so I returned late.”

“You’re in a romantic relationship with her?” they asked.

“Yes,” Zhou Xi didn’t hide. “I was about to report it.”

“File the report,” they said.

“Nothing more to ask. Enjoy your romance.”

The light dimmed. Zhou Xi left, relieved.

Expecting task details, she was let off easy. Then a system prompt: “Debriefing submitted. One point deducted for violating romance regulations.”

Zhou Xi’s jaw dropped, frustrated. They got her there.

One point equaled a billion in a small world! In the system store, a miracle formula cost one point. She’d earned three points, now down one for a rule break.

Dejected, Zhou Xi filed her romance report. Her supervisor pulled her into the office, lecturing, “Zhou Xi, this was a low-risk world, yet your completion didn’t break A-grade. You secretly dated. Know how this affects your bonus?”

Watching the time, eager to return, Zhou Xi nodded, “I understand.”

“Still want to visit your original world?” her supervisor sighed, exasperated. “A hundred points for one trip. Your tasks are low-risk, but your grades are mediocre. How can I send you to other worlds?”

“I’ll work harder!” Zhou Xi promised.

Seeing her distraction, her supervisor waved, “Go, young people these days.”

Thrilled, Zhou Xi rushed out, getting a system prompt: “Your romance report is approved.”

She dashed to the realm gate, “Locate Chunshui’s world. I’m going back.”

“Staying in a small world costs ten points. Deduct?”

“Deduct.”

“Host has 13 points remaining.”

White light flashed. Zhou Xi returned to the small world.

She looked at her hands, in the hospital.

“How long was I gone?” she asked the system.

“Five days.”

Zhou Xi grabbed her phone, calling Chunshui, ecstatic, “I’m back! I’m not leaving again!”

Chunshui heard a system connect: “Beep, hibernation program temporarily lifted. Host points: 0.”

She lowered her eyes, smiling, “I know.”

My beloved.

The first world ends here.

The second begins soon.