All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 50.1

Snow fell from the sky, making this winter feel endlessly long.

Snow landed on Zhou Xi’s lashes, trembling as if burdened, melting into water, sliding from her eye like a cold tear.

Zhou Xi snapped awake, pushing Beixia away. Beixia fell, landing hard on the ground, hands bracing, sitting quietly, gazing up at Zhou Xi.

Cars passed, honking briefly, snow chasing their tails.

Zhou Xi muttered, “This… this isn’t right…”

She was losing it.

How did it come to this? She only saw Beixia as a sister. Who’d date a kid? She was human, not a beast!

Seeing Beixia’s pale face, chilled from the long night, losing warmth, Zhou Xi couldn’t bear it. They couldn’t stay out.

A child’s mistake needed teaching, but freezing could cause trouble.

She pulled Beixia up, her hand’s icy touch startling, like gripping ice.

Beixia stared at Zhou Xi. Zhou Xi examined her scraped palm, lips tight. Looking up, she forced a fake smile.

“Beixia, you’re my sister. Don’t joke like this. I’ll forgive you today, but no more.”

This was Zhou Xi’s best solution.

Beixia might’ve confused family love with romance.

She hadn’t seen the world, only Zhou Xi, causing the mix-up. Once she explored, she’d see the world’s vastness, and Zhou Xi wouldn’t matter much.

Zhou Xi patted Beixia’s head, smiling, “It’s snowing. Let’s go home.”

Beixia was silent.

Did Zhou Xi want to pretend nothing happened?

Pushed into the back seat, Zhou Xi drove.

Beixia usually sat in front, but Zhou Xi was avoiding her.

No answer, just brushing it off with playful words.

Beixia clenched her fist, her scraped palm stinging.

The car, still warm from earlier, thawed her cold body but not her heart. Beixia felt like she was at the North Pole, Zhou Xi at the South, a continent between them.

Zhou Xi fought not to look back, but her eyes kept drifting to the rearview mirror. Beixia sat quietly, eerily silent, yet present.

Zhou Xi wondered, did she do something to make Beixia misunderstand?

Guilt and fear hit her. Reflecting, Zhou Xi realized she wasn’t a good guardian. She never considered Beixia’s thoughts, imposing her own. Had she led Beixia astray?

Zhou Xi preferred women over men.

Had she unintentionally influenced Beixia?

Thinking of their recent closeness, Zhou Xi regretted her weak boundaries, teasing Beixia too much, causing the confusion.

The drive was short, but Zhou Xi thought a lot.

One hand on the wheel, she spun it smoothly at a turn.

Parking, she’d worried Beixia might jump out, given teens’ strong pride. The locked doors opened, but Beixia stayed quiet in the back.

Zhou Xi said, “Let’s go home.”

Beixia got out silently.

At home, Zhou Xi grabbed the first aid kit to treat Beixia’s palm.

The scrape, from the fall, had torn skin. Zhou Xi held Beixia’s hand, applying medicine. Beixia was silent, lifeless.

Zhou Xi, with a cotton swab, glanced at her. Beixia stared back, black eyes unreadable, strikingly dark.

Meeting her gaze, Zhou Xi looked down first.

After bandaging Beixia’s palm, Zhou Xi stored the kit. Beixia sat on the couch. Zhou Xi put the kit in the TV cabinet, turning to see Beixia’s stiff expression.

“We’re all tired. Sleep early.”

Zhou Xi rubbed her temples, looking pained.

Beixia stood, not going to her room, standing three meters away, asking, “Zhou Xi, does my liking you trouble you so much?”

“Zhou Xi, I wasn’t joking.”

“I’m an adult today. I have the right to confess.”

“Beixia!” Zhou Xi snapped, stopping her, “I said, no more jokes! You’re a student, with exams soon! Focus on studying!”

Her tone softened but stayed stern.

“Now, go to your room!”

Beixia clenched her fists, feeling powerless again.

Zhou Xi could smile and refuse bar strangers, but saw her as just a kid.

Beixia turned, entering her room.

Zhou Xi exhaled, relieved Beixia didn’t push further.

She was barely holding it together; past experience didn’t help her now.

Zhou Xi thought this was a simple child-raising task. How’d she mess it up? Her head ached.

“System, where’d I go wrong?” Zhou Xi groaned.

Lying in bed, she tossed, sleepless.

“Beixia’s my sister!”

“You’re not bl00d-related, not on the same household register, not legally kin,” the system said.

“Who asked you that?” Zhou Xi snapped, “I treat her as a sister! How can a sister like me?”

System: “That’s for the host to consider.”

“Then what’s your use?” Zhou Xi gritted her teeth.

System: “Dating distracts, lowering the heroine’s grades, affecting college admission, reducing your score, cutting points, making the next world harder.”

Zhou Xi counted. Two peaceful worlds meant the next wouldn’t be, per the fast-transmigration bureau’s style. She’d need points to survive.

Low points meant dangerous worlds, like a colleague’s collapsed world—death was possible.

Zhou Xi buried her face in her pillow, silently screaming. Damn system.

She gritted, “Thanks for the reminder!”

System: “You’re welcome. That’s my use.”

Zhou Xi: “…”

She suspected, “Did you upgrade behind my back? Why’re you talking back?”

System: “Want to spend points to upgrade me?”

Zhou Xi refused, “No, you’re fine.”

After bantering, Zhou Xi relaxed.

If the sky fell, taller folks would handle it. She just needed to get Beixia through exams, keeping her focused.

Raising kids was hard, she thought, planning.

Glancing at the time—ten p.m., early. Zhou Xi paced her room, hesitant to face Beixia.

She asked the system, “What’s Beixia doing?”

System: “Writing papers.”

Zhou Xi: ???

Beixia wasn’t affected? Still studying?

Zhou Xi held her forehead, speechless.

What was she worrying for? Beixia’s impulse would pass—she was just a kid.

Relieved, Zhou Xi yawned, sleep hitting. Tomorrow.

In Beixia’s room.

Restless, she needed a paper to calm down.

One done, still sleepless, she did another. Dawn came.

At her desk, seeing lights in the opposite building, Beixia checked the time—morning. Exhausted, she stared at ten finished papers. Zhou Xi’s room stirred; she was awake.

Zhou Xi, carefree, slept fine, waking full of energy.

The station gave seven days off. Zhou Xi planned to take Beixia out, with her school’s ten-day break ending soon, back to studying.

Beixia, unable to wait, stood at her door. Zhou Xi, leaving the bathroom, jumped at the silent Beixia.

“When’d you wake?” she asked, shocked.

Beixia, seeing Zhou Xi’s glowing face, pursed her lips.

Zhou Xi didn’t take her confession seriously.

Worried, Zhou Xi said, “Didn’t sleep well?” She naturally pushed Beixia to her room, “Breaks are for sleeping. Rest helps. I’ll call you for food.”

Hearing the door close, Beixia collapsed on her bed, brows tight.

What was Zhou Xi thinking?

Beixia wanted answers but feared rejection, certain Zhou Xi would refuse.

Conflicted, she fell asleep on her bed.

The system alerted Zhou Xi, who quietly opened Beixia’s door, covering her with a blanket.

Looking at Beixia’s head peeking out, Zhou Xi sighed.

They needed to talk, or this would harm her health.

Her hand reached for Beixia’s head, then pulled back.

Later, when she woke.

Zhou Xi planned to cut through the mess—her best approach.

As a mature adult, she should guide Beixia.

Beixia woke, daylight reflecting off snow, brightening the room. Checking the time—eleven a.m., three hours’ sleep, yet not tired.

She sat on her bed a long time before opening the door.

Outside, the TV was low. Zhou Xi watched, carefree, as if nothing could worry her.

Beixia loved Zhou Xi.

All sunlight seemed to gather on her, making her smile daily.

Was Beixia her only worry?

She froze.

Was she Zhou Xi’s only source of trouble?

Feeling small, like the “kid” Zhou Xi called her.

Reckless, immature, she hurt them both with her ways. She couldn’t hold back.

As she thought, Zhou Xi noticed her.

As usual, Zhou Xi waved, smiling, “Dumplings for lunch? We made tons. I planned to hit the market—heard the suburbs are lively—but you were sleeping, so I didn’t wake you. Sleep well?”

Beixia, puzzled, didn’t understand Zhou Xi’s lack of awkwardness, acting normal.

She sat silently.