Transmigrated into a Heartthrob Novel and Went OOC

As Fang Chaozhou tugged at Xue Danrong's inner clothing, Xue Danrong was observing him. His gaze first fell upon the golden ankle bells, and after a flutter of his long lashes, he shifted his focus to Fang Chaozhou's face.

His gaze scanned inch by inch, finally settling on Fang Chaozhou's neck.

Unfortunately, due to the dim lighting, Fang Chaozhou's neck was obscured by shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, at that moment, as Fang Chaozhou became annoyed with his struggle to untie Xue Danrong's clothing and bent down with both hands pulling at it simultaneously, the shadow on his neck dissipated, and Xue Danrong saw a small mole on the side of Fang Chaozhou's Adam's apple.

Fang Chaozhou only changed his face, without making any other alterations to his appearance, and he paid no attention to such a small mole.

The moment Xue Danrong saw it clearly, his body froze, and he stared fixedly at the mole.

He not only recognized the mole, but he also caught a whiff of the scent of fruit on Fang Chaozhou.

Previously, he had only smelled this scent on one person.

That person loved eating fruits, and as a result, there was always a fruity fragrance surrounding them.

On their hands, cuffs, and clothes—it was everywhere.

Xue Danrong's eyes gradually reddened as he continued to gaze intently at the person before him. This made Fang Chaozhou, who couldn't get his clothes undone, raise his head. When he met those eyes, he couldn't help but freeze.

"You..." he uttered a word.

Xue Danrong remained silent, just staring at Fang Chaozhou. His eyes grew increasingly red. Just when Fang Chaozhou thought he was about to cry, Xue Danrong suddenly shut his eyes tightly.

Fang Chaozhou stiffened and withdrew his hand from Xue Danrong's inner clothing.

Had he bullied the man to tears?

Should he continue?

Just as Fang Chaozhou hesitated, he heard Xue Danrong's voice.

The voice was dry and obscure, as if each word was being squeezed out one by one.

"Who are you?"

Fang Chaozhou listened carefully, carefully examining Xue Danrong.

Has his identity been discovered?

Impossible. He had changed his face, altered his voice, and, in Xue Danrong's eyes, he had been dead for five years. There was no way Xue Danrong could recognize him as Fang Chaozhou.

Once he realized this, Fang Chaozhou regained his composure. "Who I am doesn't matter. You just need to know why I'm here today," he deliberately leaned close to Xue Danrong's face, lowering his voice, "Either you cultivate with me, or I'll kill you. It's your choice."

Fang Chaozhou's attacks occurred every night in the latter half of the night, and he had wasted quite some time just now. The moment of his next attack was drawing near.

Xue Danrong's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared intensely at Fang Chaozhou, his gaze like a gathering storm. "Cultivate together?"

"Yes, cultivate together. I want you to dual cultivate with me."

"Why?"

Fang Chaozhou was taken aback by the question for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "You look so attractive. Why else would I want to cultivate with you? Of course, it's to take advantage of you, Beauty Xue. You decide: dual cultivate or die."

Xue Danrong didn't say a word; he just kept staring at Fang Chaozhou. His gaze was too intense, even showing hints of madness. Fang Chaozhou instinctively felt that something was off about Xue Danrong, but he was in a situation where he had no choice but to proceed.

If he missed this opportunity, he might never get another chance to infiltrate Zhichun Island. Then, he would be left with only two paths:

First, he would be completely devoured by the powerful demon and fall into darkness.

Second, he would have to find another water spiritual root cultivator, but finding one with decent cultivation and willing to cultivate with him in such a short time was incredibly challenging.

Xue Danrong at least had some connection with him already. If he tried to forcefully bind another water spiritual root cultivator for a dual cultivation, he would become nothing but a beast. Right now, he was merely a half-beast.

If Xue Danrong didn't choose, Fang Chaozhou couldn't really kill him either. Given the urgency of time, he began to feel his throat dry, so he had to ignore the strange feeling that was welling up inside him. Frowning, he said, "If you don't decide, then I'll decide for you."

With those words, he lowered his head, almost touching Xue Danrong's lips, but then he abruptly stopped.

Fang Chaozhou caught a whiff of a cold fragrance from Xue Danrong's body, similar to the scent of the bedding, but slightly stronger. It wasn't overwhelming.

He stared at the lips in front of him for a moment, then sat back up, steadying his breath before attempting to pull at Xue Danrong's clothes again, but he still couldn't manage to undo them.

"Why can't I tear this clothing apart?" Fang Chaozhou was getting irritated, and in his annoyance, he forgot to change his voice.

He wanted water.

After clearly hearing that voice, Xue Danrong closed his eyes and remained silent for a while before trying to speak calmly, "This clothing, known as the Golden Cicada Robe, was... a gift from my shixiong, Fang Chaozhou. Besides me, no one else can remove it." As he spoke, Xue Danrong kept his eyes fixed on Fang Chaozhou, and he trembled slightly when he noticed Fang Chaozhou's stunned expression, filled with disbelief.

Fang Chaozhou was indeed surprised. He looked at the clothes on Xue Danrong's body and couldn't help but reach out to touch them. Previously, he had been too focused on trying to undress Xue Danrong and hadn't paid much attention to the clothes. Now, upon closer inspection, he realized that this garment was indeed out of the ordinary. It was smooth to the touch, made from high-quality materials, and although it appeared white, it shimmered with a golden sheen.

Was this the robe he had originally given?

Why was Xue Danrong still wearing the gift from his dead lover?

In Xue Danrong's eyes, he was already dead. Why would he continue to wear a gift from his deceased lover?

Fang Chaozhou abruptly flipped over and got off the bed, grabbing a nearby garment. When he faced Xue Danrong's phoenix-like eyes, he hesitated for a moment and then deliberately revealed a malicious smile.

"I'm tired. I don't want to do it today. I'll come back in a few days." As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his storage ring. He held Xue Danrong's chin and forcibly fed him a pill. After seeing Xue Danrong swallow it, he continued, "This is something I personally developed, and only I have the antidote. If you reveal my situation or try to escape from Zhichun Island, you'll have a miserable time, you know."

With that, he placed another immobilization spell on Xue Danrong before turning and leaving.

Brown Chicken knew that Fang Chaozhou had gone to Zhichun Island. It pretended to be Fang Chaozhou lying on the bed and planned to wait until he returned to rest. But before it knew it, it was almost dawn, and it heard some noise at the door.

Seeing that the others were still groggy, it quietly slipped out of the door. Just as it closed the door, someone appeared nearby—it was Fang Chaozhou himself.

Fang Chaozhou's face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Oh, my! You were so intense last night. How many rounds did you mate?" Brown Chicken was startled.

Fang Chaozhou wearily rubbed his nose bridge and set up a barrier to prevent the people inside the room from hearing their conversation. "No mating, I mean, no dual cultivation. I didn't have enough water-based treasures, so I soaked in water all night."

Brown Chicken was even more surprised. "No dual cultivation? You didn't find Xue Danrong?"

When Xue Danrong was mentioned, Fang Chaozhou furrowed his brow. He hesitated for a while before saying, "I saw him, but he seemed different from what I imagined. He... he was still wearing the clothes I gave him before."

Brown Chicken's eyes rolled around. "How do you know it's the clothes you gave him?"

"He said so."

"He said so, and you believe him? Tell me about your conversation with him last night. Let me analyze it for you," Brown Chicken said. (Translator’s note: I can’t help it, I really have to interrupt. FCZ, run away from that damn chicken. Hahahaha. This chicken “knows” a lot of things. It’s not a good idea to accept advice from a chicken, okay? ahahahahaha)

After listening to Fang Chaozhou's account of the previous night, Brown Chicken clicked its beak twice. "Can't you figure this out? The reason he's wearing the clothes you gave him before is that they are magical treasures and have nothing to do with you. You are dead, but the magical treasure is still perfectly fine. A good magical treasure—why wouldn't he use or wear it?"

Fang Chaozhou was momentarily stunned, and then he suddenly realized.

Xue Danrong wearing the clothes he gave wasn't a sign of lingering affection towards him; it was because the garment was valuable. If it had no value, Xue Danrong wouldn't have worn it.

With this realization, Fang Chaozhou grew angry.

He vowed to take revenge on this greedy and unfaithful person!

Not sleeping with Xue Danrong was against the heavenly law!

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Translator’s note: This was supposed to be uploaded yesterday as a bonus chapter. Thank you, Mu for your support! I’ll prioritize this novel first and The Return of Cambrian Period bonus chapter for now until the end of the month as I’m swamped with work.