In the quick transmigration story, the most popular female supporting character is both delicate and

Ling Ye took her back to his residence and let her choose a room to stay in, then went to do his own thing.

Yun Yao chose a room that was a little far away from the main characters.

Although it was a bit dilapidated, and because no one had lived there for a long time, the tables and chairs in the room were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Yun Yao rolled up her sleeves, fetched water from a nearby spring, and wiped the tables, chairs, and bed boards clean.

When Feng Moran returned to the Yuling Sect, he heard the commotion nearby and assumed it was his junior sister, Pei Liyun.

But this reckless and agitated noise didn't seem like something his quiet and gentle junior sister would make...

He followed the sound, only to see an unexpected person—no, an unexpected little fox.

The little fox squatted in front of the table, wiping it carefully.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled by one hand, and her exposed skin was snow-white and radiant.

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, her cheeks were flushed, and her full, upturned red lips were luscious and tempting.

It was early summer, and the weather was a little hot. Sweat beaded on her temples, creating a misty, damp atmosphere.

She looked incredibly beautiful, all sweaty, like a little white flower. While it evoked pity in men, it also made them want to ravage her.

Feng Moran noticed his own reaction, his body stiffened slightly, and then he couldn't help but laugh. She really was a little vixen, her ability to seduce men was unexpectedly good.

It seems she's not entirely a useless little fox; it's just that Gu Yichen is too clueless about romance.

He leaned against the doorframe and knocked on the door. "Little fox, are you Master's newest disciple?"

Upon hearing this clear, slightly teasing voice, Yun Yao looked up curiously at the person who had entered...

The man stood tall and straight, his exquisite features exuding an eerie charm, and his black robes made him appear both handsome and wicked.

His beautiful eyes were full of arrogance and unruliness, as if nothing in the world could catch his eye. He was clearly smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

Despite having a face as passionate as fire, she exudes a chill that seems to emanate from the depths of one's soul.

Based on the character's personality, Yun Yao guessed that this should be Feng Moran, the young master of the demon race.

Yun Yao called out to him sweetly, her voice crisp and clear, "Senior Brother."

Feng Moran raised an eyebrow, feeling a ticklish sensation in his heart, as if a kitten had scratched him with its paw.

He grinned, his tone somewhat nasty, "You're already calling me so intimately after just meeting? Have you been acting all cutesy with a lot of people before?"

Yun Yao: "..."

What's wrong with him? Why not call him "senior brother"? Besides, these days calling someone "senior brother" is considered an intimate term.

Besides, where did she act cute?

Although she cursed him a thousand times in her heart, she still smiled and asked ingratiatingly, "Then what should I call you?"

Given Feng Moran's wicked nature, offending him will definitely lead to bad consequences.

Feng Moran was quite satisfied with her ingratiating attitude, but he was still somewhat dissatisfied... If only she only wanted to please him...

He attributed his possessiveness to his desire to possess his pets.

He beckoned to her, "Little fox, come here."

Yun Yao put down the rag in her hand and ran towards him.

Because of the large movement, the tattered cloth binding her hair came loose, and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, each strand radiating an alluring luster.

Some even slid down her neck, into her collar, enticing the eye to fall on her fair shoulders and neck, and...

"What do you want?" Yun Yao looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright, her beautiful face somewhat blank, innocent and pure, unknowingly seducing the man.

Feng Moran coughed, patted her fluffy head, and maliciously ruffled her hair.

"That's where Senior Brother Gu Yichen lives next to you. Be quiet, or you'll get beaten up."

"...", Gu Yichen clearly seems to have a much better temper than him, yet he still has the nerve to say that Gu Yichen would beat her up. He's probably more likely to beat her up himself!

"If your ear doesn't work, just cut it off."

The voice is pleasant, but offensive.

Startled, Yun Yao swallowed hard and quickly replied, "I understand. I'll be careful from now on and won't make any noise."

Feng Moran narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. "Hmm, that's more like it."

His hand slid down her hair to her shoulder, then pulled out all the hair that had fallen into her collar and tucked it behind her.

He shook his head. "Can't even tie his hair properly, tsk tsk."

Yun Yao: ...If you give her a rubber band, she'll still tie it.

Feng Moran took out his hair tie from his storage ring and obediently tied her hair behind her head.

He doesn't know how to tie a woman's hair either... But it's just a simple woman's hairstyle; he could probably learn it by just finding a book and studying it.

Tying up a pet's hair can be quite fun.

Feng Moran looked at his work with satisfaction. "Not bad, it's better to tie it up."

Hair won't just run around randomly without any control.

Yun Yao's jaw nearly dropped when Feng Moran tied her hair up!

Does he have a fetish for tying other people's hair... or does he have OCD... and can't stand seeing other people with their hair down?

Feng Moran pinched her chin, feeling the delicate warmth under his hand, and smiled slightly, "Cultivation is too boring, raising a little pet to pass the time is not bad."

Yun Yao: "..."

Did I accidentally become a pet?

The female lead is the pampered junior sister.

In her hands, they've become pets kept for amusement?

The gap is simply too big!

Feng Moran put one hand on her shoulder and said, "Get some rest tonight, and remember to go to class on time tomorrow morning. The Yu Ling Sect has very strict requirements for its disciples."

"OK……"

Feng Moran nodded and turned to leave.

Yun Yao also breathed a sigh of relief.

After a busy afternoon, she was covered in sticky sweat and felt extremely uncomfortable.

The problem was that she didn't know any cleaning techniques, so she could only take her clothes to the lower pool of the spiritual spring to wash them.

The fog was even more pronounced at night, and when Yun Yao pushed open the door to go in, she almost fell because she couldn't see the way.

She took out a tinderbox from her storage ring. Although she still couldn't see the road very clearly, it was better than nothing.

When she finally reached the lower pool of the spiritual spring, her mind was filled with thoughts of taking a nice soak and enjoying herself...

"Who dares to trespass?"

Oh no, she forgot to knock and ask if anyone was home before she came in.

"I am a newly accepted disciple of Master. I am not familiar with the rules and forgot to knock when I came in. I will leave now."

Yun Yao turned to leave in a panic, but turned the wrong way and stepped into the spiritual spring. Just as she fell in, she unfortunately twisted her ankle...

"Help! The water... gurgling... how... gurgling... is so deep!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Gu Yichen didn't have time to be surprised. He put on his clothes and quickly came over to scoop the person up.

She had clearly drunk a lot of water; her belly looked bigger than last time.

He placed his hands on her chest and pressed down hard a few times.

"Pfft..." Yun Yao, her chest pressed down, coughed up the water stuck in her throat.

The water she spat out splashed onto Gu Yichen's face...

The latter's eyes turned slightly cold. He raised his hand to wipe away the water stains, looking both disgusted and helpless. "You were doing just fine on your own turf. What are you doing in the Yuling Sect?"

Yun Yao wiped the water droplets from her eyelashes, looked up at him, her red lips parted slightly, then closed again, finally uttering only a few words, "...It's a long story."