Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 380-Final Chapter
Chapter 380
(T/N: huhu…finalllllyyyyyy I manage to finish this novel… thank you so much for reading from our website, and sorry for the bad translation...)
Pei Ji moved forward silently.
The petals growing in the canyon layered upon one another, drenched by mist, glistening with a dewy sheen.
The foreign force probing into the cluster of flowers was gentle, slipping through quietly and setting the leaves trembling ever so slightly.
A drop of dew fell from the flower’s center, followed by an outpour of rain and wind, drenching the blossoms in rich, fragrant rainwater.
Ning Ning held her breath, restraining a startled gasp.
In the deep night, the canyon carried the spring tides with rain, the wind tracing paths over the water.
Through winding curves and secluded corners, a rocking boat drifted forward.
The canyon was steep and narrow, its walls layered and folding back on themselves, painted in dark, damp patterns that shrouded everything in shadowy hues.
Spring waters rose in secret, the evening winds quickened, and the boat glided slowly in the darkness, delving deeper and deeper.
Beneath the boat, currents surged, their sounds a flowing murmur, matching the cadence of their meeting.
A gust of wind pushed open the window lattice, revealing a crescent moon outside.
Inside, the pale curve of the girl’s toes mirrored its shape.
Ning Ning was too weak to speak, her lips parted slightly, releasing only faint breaths.
That timid sound, so delicate, floated through the tranquil spring night like pollen dispersing in the air—sweet, cloying, soaking into the senses, and stirring an unbearable itch in the heart.
Pei Ji’s gaze darkened as he quietly lowered his eyes to look at her.
His disheveled black hair clung to his pale, angular face like a water snake lying in wait in the shadows.
His eyes, so close to hers, seemed to carry a layer of mist, a murky swamp threatening to swallow her whole.
His intense gaze felt searing, making Ning Ning’s heart drum furiously as heat surged up her neck.
Especially since they were still—
She couldn’t complete the thought, as another wave stole her breath, forcing her to inhale sharply.
“…Pei Ji.”
She raised her hand to cover her flushed face, her voice muffled with embarrassment.
“Don’t… don’t look at me.”
But he didn’t listen, his unwavering eyes fixed on her as he murmured, “Say my name more, will you?”
The hoarse, quiet voice carried an innocent, unguarded longing, like a kitten yearning for its master’s embrace.
Ning Ning’s heart softened instantly.
Trembling, she whispered his name, “Pei Ji.”
It seemed to make him smile as he kissed the curve of her neck.
“Mm.”
Her neck blushed a faint pink, revealing delicate veins beneath.
His lips caught her pale skin, tracing the faint lines of veins and bones.
Ning Ning’s mind was utterly blank.
The storm outside roared, and rain poured relentlessly, nearly swallowing the boat.
Yet the vessel, standing tall like a sword, pushed forward resolutely, cutting through the wind.
Birdsong arose on both shores, light and hurried, hidden within the lush darkness.
The sounds rippled across the water, leaving rings of waves in their wake.
Ning Ning’s voice was fragmented, breaking into scattered pieces.
She bit her lip, taking a deep breath before calling him again, “Pei—”
A crashing wave came, silencing the birds with its force, their cries falling like mournful laments.
Pei Ji froze at her faint, trembling voice, nearly a sob, as she called his name, “…Pei Ji.”
Each utterance melted him completely.
“Does it hurt?”
He kissed her clumsily, his voice filled with evident care and frantic concern, ready to pull away.
“I—”
But before he could act, a pair of soft hands rested on his back.
Ning Ning’s fingers groped blindly in the darkness, her palms instinctively pressing against him to stop his retreat.
Pei Ji was burning hot, his body tense like a tightly wound piece of iron.
She was mortified but managed to shake her head, cheeks flushed red, her voice trembling.
“…Continue.”
The stillness of the spring night was broken as Pei Ji’s temperature soared suddenly.
It burned as if it could melt his pupils entirely.
Petals of apricot blossoms drifted in through the window.
The boat, given permission, resumed its journey.
The tides grew more ferocious, the canyon narrower.
The vessel swayed intermittently, sometimes pushed back by the wind, rocking gently, before surging forward once more with renewed force.
The sound of water flowing filled the air, carrying the earthy smell of spring rivers.
The birds, unable to withstand such violent gusts, emitted faint cries again.
The spring night turned smoky, its mist weaving through the figures entwined within.
“Ning Ning.”
Pei Ji called her name again, his voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable.
His thin lips brushed her neck, the pressure increasing gradually, both intimate and possessive.
Ning Ning heard his soft murmur, “I like you.”
When it came to expressing this, Pei Ji was always like a child, never saying it enough, wishing he could tell her every day.
But now, his words only made her ears tingle, her whole body heating up.
“Marrying you… it makes me very happy.”
The boat glided past the reflection of a crescent moon on the water.
As the passenger looked down at the moon, its image rippled in the water, distorted by faint waves.
Pei Ji raised his eyes to her, his face burning red, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.
“May I?”
Ning Ning turned her head to avoid his gaze, nodding ever so faintly.
After a moment’s stillness, the passenger leaned down, kissing the moon’s reflection in the water.
The image of the full, smooth moon shattered at his touch, mingling with the flowing river.
The water was unexpectedly warm, soft as if concealing endless whirlpools, threatening to engulf him entirely.
The boat rocked again as the tide receded, making way for its passage.
The stream, born in the secluded valley, was unaccustomed to such motions, overwhelmed and at a loss, battered by waves surging from all directions.
“You…”
Ning Ning was utterly flustered, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
“Where did you learn this—”
She faltered halfway, lacking the strength to continue, biting her lower lip in frustration.
“The books said—”
Pei Ji took a shallow breath, his expression unexpectedly obedient and soft.
“The books said it would make you feel less uncomfortable.”
Ning Ning had seen many sides of Pei Ji—cold, fierce, with a faint smile, or blushing shyly—but never had she seen him like this.
His eyes were misty, as though filled with honey, the blush from the corners of his eyes spreading to his entire face.
Even his spine trembled as he avoided her gaze nervously.
After a pause, he hesitated, then asked softly, “Am I doing it wrong?”
Pei Ji had no experience with such matters.
Shortly before their wedding, some of his senior disciples had shown him books and illustrations.
He studied them earnestly, unwilling to let her suffer because of him.
Upon seeing Ning Ning, all the images and text from his mind vanished completely, leaving only instinct to guide his actions.
Warmth lingered in his chest, while Ning Ning didn’t dare breathe too heavily, her only thought being to knock on his head and exclaim, “How foolish!”
No matter the situation, Pei Ji always asked her the most blush-inducing questions with an earnest face.
What, was she supposed to comfort him by cheerfully replying, “You did great. I really liked it”?
Ning Ning…
Ning Ning muttered, her voice faltering, “It… it was fine, quite good.”
Admitting something like this out loud made her want to die of embarrassment.
Then came another lingering kiss, as the full moon swayed above, leaving faint red marks behind.
Waves surged and danced above the gorge, shattering the moonlight into trembling fragments.
After countless advances and retreats, the boat finally reached the deepest point of the canyon.
Pei Ji’s muscles tensed to the point of trembling, as though his bones were ablaze.
Scenes like this had only ever appeared in his unspoken dreams.
The girl he longed for now accepted him, finding joy in his kisses amidst the deep red haze.
Her disheveled hair and luminous black eyes shimmered like the tide under the moonlit night.
She was impossibly soft, making him think of clouds floating in the spring sky—touching her would cause her to dissolve and embrace all his fiery, sharp edges.
In the quiet glow of the moon, muffled sounds of breath intertwined.
The girl’s long hair cascaded down, pinned beneath the rolling crimson waves.
The broad shadow of the sword cultivator’s back loomed over, and Pei Ji, inexperienced, whispered, “…Madam.”
He adored this title, bowing his head with a soft laugh.
His eyes gleamed in the dim light, murmuring in the intervals of his kisses, “I like you.”
Heat surged in waves, overwhelming and unfamiliar, invading every inch of space.
The night wind swept across her skin, bringing an entirely different, biting chill.
Heat and cold clashed, amplifying each other.
In the glistening moonlight, a tempest rose, waves churned violently.
The boat was nearly swallowed by the tide.
Pei Ji froze, his face flushed deeper.
Almost helplessly, he stammered, “Ning Ning, I…”
Ning Ning covered her face with her hands.
The orioles and magpies, unable to withstand such intense heat, trembled even in their feathers.
By midnight, all sound had disappeared.
The storm in the canyon had subsided, and the boat drifted onward.
Pei Ji lowered his eyes, glancing at the quiet woods tinged with red stains.
Shame overwhelmed him, guilt gnawed at his heart, and as if possessed, he reached out to clean the soiled remnants.
Sensing his movement, Ning Ning bit back the soreness and avoided him.
“…Don’t.”
Pei Ji raised his lashes and gazed at the girl, her breath ragged.
The bed was adorned with lush crimson, yet she remained unblemished white.
Her long black hair cascaded, and beneath the flowing strands, faint crimson marks could be seen.
Pei Ji’s gaze wavered as he gently lay down beside her, tucking her under the celebratory quilt.
Ning Ning’s face was redder than the marks on her skin.
She shifted slightly, nestling into his embrace.
The soft, warm sensation made him feel utterly defenseless.
An unspoken flame still lingered in his chest.
Though filled with love and desire, he reined it in—unwilling to let it spill out.
Pei Ji noticed her furrowed brows and couldn’t bear the thought of causing her pain.
She must have felt the scorching heat within him.
Raising her head, she looked at him as if asking a question.
Her gaze was like water, yet it only made the fire burn hotter.
“…It’s alright.”
His voice was unbearably hoarse.
“Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon—”
Before he could finish, a low groan escaped his lips.
Ning Ning suddenly kissed his throat, and at the same time, her knee gently probed forward.
Lingering waves of sensation heightened every feeling unbearably.
Her touch was fleeting yet persistent.
Pei Ji trembled uncontrollably, his dark eyes misty, as he stammered her name in panic, “Ning Ning.”
“You don’t need to hold back for my sake.”
Her teeth lightly nipped at his collarbone, her voice as soft as a whispering cat’s.
“I’m not afraid, and… it doesn’t hurt.”
She always yielded to him like this.
No one else in the world could treat him better than the girl in his arms.
Pei Ji loved her deeply, helplessly, and completely.
“Not tonight.”
His rough, slender hands caressed her back.
Pei Ji greedily inhaled the sweet, warm scent of gardenias in the air, his words tinged with a faint smile.
“Ning Ning, we have a lifetime ahead of us.”
A lifetime ahead.
In the days to come, they would have countless moments that belonged to just the two of them.
The heat from Pei Ji’s body seemed to seep into her face.
Ning Ning murmured in reply, “Mm.”
The spring night was silent, the winds and waters at peace.
Nestled in his embrace, Ning Ning closed her eyes and sleepily whispered, “Goodnight… Pei Ji.”
A gentle kiss landed on her forehead.
This kiss carried no trace of desire, like a shy spring rain.
Pei Ji’s voice, carried by the night breeze and filled with infinite tenderness, said, “Goodnight, Ning Ning.”
SL
Gosh, what a wonderful story. Will missed those buch of misfits and wonderful adventures. Thank you do much for translating this entertaining story.