After Transmigrating into a Book, I Accidentally Won the Heart of the Miaojiang Youth

Chapter 100

Chu'he dragged Ninth back to the wooden cabin. Song Tieniu was sweeping fallen leaves in the yard and greeted them warmly upon their return: "I saved some breakfast for you two—"Chu'he and Ninth replied in unison, "We're not hungry!"

Then they hurried into the room and locked the door tightly behind them.

Chongyang sat on the steps, watching their figures disappear before calmly taking another sip of porridge.

"Listen up, Ninth!"

Chu'he pulled Ninth onto a chair and stood before him, her expression deadly serious.

"This village is seriously suspicious. How could it be a coincidence that two people with amnesia show up at the same time? Song Chunming lost his memory, and Hero Fang lost his too—there’s definitely something fishy going on!"hen it’s my fault! My willpower is too weak—the moment I see a handsome Ninth, I lose all sense of reason!" Chu'he lifted her face again, dead serious. "Kiss me once, and I’ll find the strength to apologize properly!"

Ninth suddenly realized that, in a battle of words, he stood no chance against her.

He didn’t want her to know how easily she could sway him with just a few words—otherwise, she’d grow even more insufferable.

So, clearing his throat, he struggled to suppress his rising smile and gave her a haughty glance. "A kiss isn’t entirely out of the question."

Just as he leaned in, a voice called from outside.

"Big brother, Yingying and I are here to see you."

In an instant, the girl’s hands shoved him away mercilessly.

Chu'he swiftly leapt from his lap, scrambled onto the bed, and pushed open the window with her rear in the air, peering outside with a somewhat undignified posture.

Watching the young couple entering the yard, her expression darkened. "Tch, them again."

A little green snake slithered onto the windowsill, raising its head. "Sss—"

—Tch, them again!

Left abandoned on the chair, the boy’s gaze darkened, his mood souring. "Are we still kissing or not?"

"Later." Chu'he didn’t even glance back, transforming from a clingy sweetheart into an ice-cold statue.

His eyes bore into her back. "If we’re not kissing, I’m leaving."

"Mm, go have fun."

Ninth gritted his teeth, incensed. "I’m really leaving."

"Mm, got it."

"I’m seriously leaving!"

"Got it, got it."

Chu'he remained fixated on the scene outside, her replies utterly dismissive. Suddenly, a weight pressed against her back as the boy enveloped her in his arms.

His face buried into her neck, he grumbled, "Never mind... I’ll leave later."