Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Pei Qingyun froze.

He looked down at the girl in his arms. Her face was flushed with an unnatural redness, her eyes were moist, and her arms, which were clinging to his neck, were limp and almost powerless.

He realized something was wrong, "Junior sister, you..."

"Senior brother," she called again, her voice soft and hoarse, "I feel so bad."

No wonder Qi Yang said something shocking. At this moment, her head was throbbing and she was completely out of her mind. The words she uttered were not even thought through.

Pei Qingyun's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze fell heavily on her face.

Only then did he belatedly notice the cloying, rotten smell in the air, lingering around them for a long time.

He suddenly looked up and, sure enough, saw a palm-sized spirit beast huddled outside a rotten piece of wood not far away.

It's a love-obsessed beast.

Pei Qingyun's expression changed.

He had read about this beast in books and occasionally heard people teasing him about it, but he never expected that he would run into Qi Yang in such a situation.

He instinctively tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Junior sister, hang in there a little longer. I'll take you out of here first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingqing easily picked up the girl in his arms and carried her horizontally. Zhaoxue had already slid down to their feet. In an instant, the surrounding environment changed. The two of them emerged from the miasma, and the air around them became clear.

"Junior sister, open your mouth." Pei Qingyun took out a calming pill and held it to the girl's lips.

Qi Yang had already inhaled too much of the aphrodisiac mist. Unconsciously, she buried her face in his chest, the tip of her nose brushing against the cool pine scent on his clothes. She felt extremely comfortable with the coolness and subconsciously burrowed deeper.

Pei Qingyun tensed up as she rubbed against him, his fingers hovering in mid-air. After a moment, he lowered his voice and coaxed her, "Be good, take your medicine first, it'll make you feel better."

The girl gave a muffled groan and remained silent. She frowned in discomfort, as if she was trying her best to suppress something.

Pei Qingyun's whole body stiffened, restraining himself from looking too closely. He hesitated for a few seconds before personally putting the Qingxin Pill into her mouth. He used his fingertips to push open her burning lips, the touch of his fingertips soft and hot. Only after putting it into her mouth did the young man quickly withdraw his hand.

After swallowing the calming pill, Qi Yang's clarity of mind returned for only a moment.

She barely opened her eyes, and all she could see was Pei Qingyun's sharply defined jawline. She blinked, her muddled mind racing, unable to immediately discern whether her current situation was real or a dream.

"Senior Brother Pei..." the girl murmured softly.

"I'm here." Pei Qingyun was afraid that others would see her like this, so he set up a barrier around them and hugged her even tighter, but he didn't dare to make the next move. "Junior sister, are you feeling any better?"

Pei Qingyun had no idea that he would encounter such a rare spirit beast as the Bewitching Beast, and besides the Mind-Clearing Pill, he had no way to cure it.

He only hoped that Qi Yang's rationality would recover more.

"Junior sister, I'll take you to the side peak."

There must be some elixirs in Master's private pavilion that can cure Qi Yang's condition. He had considered going to the pharmacy, but looking at the girl in his arms, he hesitated and decided against it.

If other disciples saw this, they might spread rumors that were bad for Qi Yang.

Moreover... she already had a husband.

Given the current situation, handing her over to her husband seems to be the wiser choice.

But Pei Qingyun only thought about it for a second before immediately rejecting it.

He hugged her tightly, saying, "Junior sister, hang in there a little longer."

Qi Yang didn't hear a word the young man said, her dazed eyes fixed on his thin lips as he opened and closed.

She had dreamed of Senior Brother Pei before, but this was the first time she had a dream like this.

In Qi Yang's heart, all that was left for her and her senior brother Pei was to break through that barrier. She thought that even kissing him in her dreams wouldn't be too much to ask.

Since he wouldn't kiss her, there was nothing wrong with her taking the initiative.

The thought had only crossed her mind once when Qi Yang suddenly tilted her head back, followed the young man's fresh and pleasant scent, and pressed her lips to his.

Pei Qingyun's words came to an abrupt end.

The touch on his lips was soft and warm, carrying a sweet and intoxicating scent. He was frozen in place, even his breath caught in his throat.

Qi Yang's kiss was completely haphazard; she simply pressed her lips to his without thinking, her movements clumsy and awkward. Her fingers unconsciously clenched his clothes and caressed his body.

Pei Qingyun's hand involuntarily gripped her waist, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He should have pushed her away.

Thinking this, the young man pushed her away slightly with trembling hands, widening the distance between them, and the warmth on their lips suddenly disappeared.

The girl in his arms looked at him with a hint of confusion in her eyes, seemingly not understanding why she had been pushed away.

The young man's voice was unusually hoarse, "...Junior sister, do you know who I am?"

Although Qi Yang's consciousness was hazy, she still nodded instinctively when she heard his question, "Senior Brother Pei."

She recognizes her.

Pei Qingyun didn't know whether she should be happy or sad at that moment.

He tilted his head, his face pale. "What do you take me for?"

The young man asked uncontrollably, gripping her slender shoulders, his brows furrowed, and his eyes showing a hint of hurt.

Qi Yang was somewhat confused at this moment, her muddled mind unable to decipher the other person's more complex emotions.

She tilted her head, a clear look of confusion in her eyes, seemingly dissatisfied that the kiss had ended so abruptly. She slowly leaned in again, but this time he blocked her with his hand.

Pei Qingyun placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her away.

"Come to your senses," he said, trying to keep his voice down.

"You clearly know who I am, so why are you doing this?"

She clearly already has a husband, so what kind of situation is she trying to put him in?

Qi Yang blinked, her misty eyes reflecting his silhouette. She stared at him for a while, then fell silent.

Pei Qingyun's mood grew colder during this silent time.

His face was cold. "I'll take you back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him suddenly sat up and threw herself onto him, wrapping her slender arms around his neck and brushing her lips from the corner of his mouth to his earlobe.

Pei Qingyun unconsciously lowered his body in response to her force.

"Senior Brother Pei," she called out obediently, "I know it's you, and it can only be you."

As she spoke, her eyes were still shimmering with the lingering light of infatuation, a mixture of reason and confusion, making it impossible to tell whether her words were just ramblings under the influence of the drug.

"Senior Brother Pei, are you rejecting me?" When Qi Yang saw that he didn't speak, she snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against his neck, her warm breath falling on his skin.

Pei Qingyun closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The delicate fragrance emanating from her, along with the lingering sweet scent of the intoxicating mist, enveloped him like an invisible net.

His arms tightened unconsciously, holding her firmly in his embrace, the force so great that he almost mashed her into his very bones.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Pei Qingyun couldn't help but ask. He opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as a still pool.

Compared to the mortal realm, the cultivation world has a more open atmosphere. Pei Qingyun has seen disciples cultivating together in small groups, even...

However, Pei Qingyun has never been comfortable with this.

He never imagined that one day he would interfere in someone else's relationship.

Qi Yang was a little breathless from his embrace, but she didn't dodge. She just looked up at him, her eyes glistening with a misty light, as if she was stumped by his question.

Looking at her like this, Pei Qingyun's expectations cooled even more, and he suddenly felt somewhat ridiculous.

She was under a spell, her mind clouded, while he was arguing with someone who had almost lost their reason.

He lowered his eyes. "Zhaoxue."

Zhao Xue, whose emotions were also fluctuating greatly, instantly understood her master's meaning and steadily lifted the two of them up.

"Go back to the remote peak."

The back mountain is some distance from the side peak. On the way back, Qi Yang became increasingly confused. She was held in someone's arms and unconsciously began to do things that were beyond her control.

Pei Qingyun still retained his rationality. He pressed the person down with a stern face, not wanting to give her any opportunity to take advantage.

What they are doing is clearly wrong, incorrect, and should stop immediately.

But he couldn't always dodge. Along the way, Zhao Xue flew slowly, afraid of hurting the person in her arms. When Qi Yang made strong moves, Pei Qingyun only cared about catching her and didn't dare let her slip down.

So the girl seized the opportunity and kissed him.

Pei Qingyun dodged again.

During the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn back at the side peak, the two kissed several times. Each time, Pei Qingyun would restrain himself from pushing her away, then pull her into his arms, his voice hoarse as he said, "Junior sister, can you bear with it a little longer?"

Whatever she says or does now, if she remembers it when she wakes up, she will probably regret it.

If he were to actually agree to her request at this moment, he would truly become a despicable person taking advantage of someone in distress, and an unnecessary thorn inserted into someone else's marriage.

Pei Qingyun closed his eyes, and the girl in his arms moved closer again.

He could only tighten his lips to prevent her from getting in, but the scent of the person in his arms was too familiar; she was the one he had longed for day and night, so he couldn't always remain rational.

Once, when the girl came close to him, he couldn't help but close his eyes, trying to use a calming spell to clear his mind of distractions, but the moment he closed his eyes, he was overwhelmed by her charm.

When they pulled away, they had no idea how long they had been kissing.

The girl, under the influence of the love potion, was breathing heavily in his arms, her lips swollen and red, and he began to feel annoyed again.

"I'm sorry," he said, his pale face showing some pain.

When Zhaoxue landed on the side peak, both of their clothes were disheveled, and they were filled with affection for each other.

But just as the girl's hand landed on the young man's belt, Pei Qingyun's rationality was instantly brought back.

He held the girl's small hand and shook his head at her impatiently.

It was very quiet all around. Pei Qingyun did not sense the presence of any third person besides them, but he was still uneasy. He teleported to his room and placed the soft, boneless girl on his bed.

"I'll go find the medicine."

As he turned around, Qi Yang suddenly grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let go.

Her eyes were half-open, the tears still glistening in them, and she mumbled sleepily, "Senior brother..."

Pei Qingyun stood by the couch, looking down at her fingers gripping his sleeve. They weren't very strong; he could easily shake them off with a flick of his wrist.

He remained silent for a long time.

The effects of the drug in Qi Yang's body were becoming increasingly potent. She murmured uncontrollably, her body curling up involuntarily, "Senior Brother Pei, help me... I feel so awful."

He finally made a move, bending down to gently pry her hand open from her sleeve, his movements exceptionally gentle.

"I'm going to find the medicine," he repeated, as if telling himself.

The pill pavilion on the side peak was right next door. He walked over quickly, his rummaging around a bit haphazardly.

He scanned the rows of jade bottles and finally found a small porcelain bottle in a hidden compartment on the inside. This obstacle-resolving pill was personally refined by his master and could resolve all obstacles.

He held the jade bottle and walked back, but stopped at the doorway.

He heard suppressed, faint sobs coming from inside, as if someone was biting something and trying to hold back, yet couldn't help it.

The young man stood outside the door, head bowed, the porcelain bottle in his hand burning hot from gripping it so tightly.

He was torn between his inner thoughts and his own conscience.

There's no doubt that he really wants something to happen between them; he even fantasizes about it in his dreams. The obvious changes in his body are also a constant reminder of what he really wants to do.

He wished he could disregard everything; he even wanted to abandon his current status and run away with her.

But this wasn't Qi Yang's idea. She probably wouldn't abandon Ji Chuyi and Song Ying, who grew up with her, for her sake. Pei Qingyun clearly understood that he wasn't that important yet.

A moment later, he pushed the door open and went in.

Qi Yang was almost rolling off the couch, her forehead resting on the edge of the couch, her whole body curled up into a small ball, her clothes disheveled, revealing half of her reddened collarbone, her hair soaked with sweat and sticking to both sides of her cheeks.

Pei Qingyun walked over quickly, knelt on one knee beside her, and helped her up to lean against his chest.

"Open your mouth." He brought the antidote to her lips.

This time, Qi Yang didn't resist, which was unusual. She obediently opened her mouth, swallowed the pill, and coughed softly.

Pei Qingyun tightened his arms, encircling her completely in his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, and tenderly brushing away the stray hairs on her cheek.

"It's alright," he said softly. "It'll be fine in a bit."

The antidote worked quickly; the person in my arms was gradually losing their fever, their rapid breathing was becoming steady, and their tense body was slowly relaxing.

Pei Qingyun remained motionless in that position until he was sure she had truly calmed down before carrying her back onto the bed.

He stood by the bed watching her. The girl's sleeping face was much calmer, the flush on her face was fading, and her lips were slightly swollen, marks left by his inability to control himself earlier. Looking closely at her fair neck, there were also a few ambiguous marks.

The girl had scratched several red marks on his neck.

Pei Qingyun reached out and touched her lips very lightly with his fingertips.

They stayed up all night.

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(Double update combined)

Sorry, I warned you before that this world is quite melodramatic, and there might be a few more melodramatic chapters, lol. But the next world will probably have a sweet tone~