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

Han Yicheng had hair as black as ink, skin as white as snow, sword-like eyebrows, and eyes like deep pools. His cold, thin lips were slightly upturned.

He picked up the cage, looked at the rabbit inside, and said, whether to Yun Yao or the rabbit, "Let's go."

Her voice was clear and pure, with a hint of a smile.

Yun Yao followed him reluctantly, feeling like he was teasing her like a rabbit.

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.

Yun Yao was getting tired from walking, her eyes half-closed, staring at the feet of the person in front of her. She slowed down when he slowed down and sped up when he sped up.

I never expected him to stop so suddenly.

She bumped straight into his thin, muscular back.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Her forehead hurt from the impact.

Han Yicheng chuckled blankly, "Does it hurt that much?"

Yun Yao moved her hand away from her forehead, indicating that he should see for himself.

"Yes, it is indeed a bit red."

"Do you think I should feel pain?" Yun Yao's clear and bright eyes held a hint of anger, watery like rippling autumn water.

Han Yicheng raised an eyebrow. "Such delicate skin."

"..." The entire tone was evaluative, without a trace of comfort, which was a bit infuriating...

Han Yicheng put down the cage in his hand, opened the cage door, and let the rabbit out. Then he said, "You stay here and pick your osmanthus flowers. I'm going to pay respects to my parents."

"...Will you go back from here later?" She was afraid she wouldn't remember the way.

Han Yicheng gave him a look as if he were an idiot, "Of course."

"..."

He smiled faintly, a hint of deep blackness in his eyes inadvertently appearing. "Stay in this area, don't go too far."

"……Oh."

Han Yicheng was also somewhat surprised that he would show so many emotions in front of her.

Perhaps because she didn't know him, he could drop his mask of gentleness and unleash the wicked thoughts hidden deep within him...

However, he also forgot that his initial intention was to seduce people using a facade of gentleness...

The osmanthus flowers in this area were so plentiful and dense that Yunyao filled a whole bag in no time.

Not long after she finished picking them, the sky suddenly darkened, and it looked like it was going to rain.

There is a dilapidated courtyard nearby, with eaves that can still keep out the rain.

Han Yicheng's worship was fake; his parents died without proper burial, so there was nothing left to worship them with.

There is only a cenotaph outside the city.

He was merely using the guise of worship to cover up his other intentions.

When Han Yicheng returned, he saw Yun Yao standing under the eaves of a house, waving at him.

The rain is unlikely to stop anytime soon.

He walked towards Yun Yao, stood under the eaves, and stood side by side with her, rainwater spreading across his clothes.

The wind was too strong outside, and rain kept drifting in.

Yun Yao wiped the water droplets from her face. "How about we go inside and stay for a while?"

Han Yicheng nodded. "Okay."

There was only a rickety table and a wooden stool with a broken leg in the small courtyard.

There was also a pile of straw tied up.

Yun Yao carried a pile of straw and spread it on the ground to sit on.

Han Yicheng leaned against the wall, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat.

When Yun Yao laid out the straw and called Han Yicheng to sit down, she found him lying on the ground, curled up, looking like he was in great pain.

She walked over, bent down, and touched his forehead. "Why is it so hot!"

He seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago, so why did he suddenly fall ill?

Can a fever really come on so suddenly?

The key point is, this person can't just lie on the ground like that...

Yun Yao used all her strength to drag the person onto the straw mat she had just laid out.

Then she tore off a piece of fabric from her own clothes, wet it in the sink, wrung it out, and used it to wipe his skin.

As Yun Yao was wiping, she saw the man open his eyes and glare at her fiercely.

Although he looked sickly, he still used a lot of strength to push her away, saying, "Get out of my way."

"Hiss..." Yun Yao raised her hand and looked at her palm, which had been scraped by the gravel. "What's wrong with you!"

But the culprit quickly fainted and didn't hear Yun Yao's angry curses at all.

She was basically just hurling insults at nothing...

Also, this person looked very hot, with sweat dripping from their forehead, but they were curled up and kept saying they were cold.

"Hey, are you alright?" Yun Yao walked over and nudged his shoulder.

The next second, the man seemed to sense the heat source and pulled Yun Yao into his arms, holding her tightly.

His eyes were closed, and his pale skin made him look harmless, like a decaying, mysterious painting, filled with a sense of fragility.

It seems that his suffering stemmed not only from physical pain, but also from psychological torment.

Yun Yao raised her hand and gently stroked his furrowed brows.

Han Yicheng's eyelashes were slightly wet, and his pale lips trembled for a few moments. "I will never admit defeat!"

His voice was so low it was almost a breath, making one feel inexplicably tired and heavy.

A thought suddenly flashed through Yun Yao's mind: Could he be the second male lead, Han Yicheng?

But Mu Mu didn't call his name that day. Wasn't Mu Mu always talking about Young Master Han in front of her?

Yun Yao kept thinking, but couldn't figure things out; her mind was just too sleepy.

In the end, she also fell asleep...

At the same time, she never forgets to find a good position in his arms when she sleeps, so that she can sleep more comfortably.

When she woke up again... Yun Yao rubbed her eyes.

The next second she saw the person in front of her... staring at her intently, his glassy eyes seemed to be reflected in the rain.

Startled, she quickly pulled away from his embrace, saying, "But you pulled me into your arms yourself."

Han Yicheng rubbed his arm, which was sore from being used as a pillow, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I know..."

"You know that's good," Yun Yao said with a hint of resentment. She had kindly wiped his face, but he had pushed her away.

Han Yicheng looked her over by the moonlight and noticed that her originally smooth and shiny black hair was slightly messy.

Her fair, porcelain-like face was covered in dust that seemed to have gotten from somewhere, like a pearl covered in grime.

He couldn't help but reach out and brush it away.

Seeing him wipe her face, Yun Yao assumed that he knew he was at a disadvantage and was taking the initiative to apologize.

Since that's the case, she might as well forgive him.

Also, it's so late and she still hasn't gone home; they must be very worried about her.

Yun Yao's voice was tinged with anxiety, "It's so late, let's go back quickly."

Han Yicheng glanced at her messy clothes and the rag on the ground—the cloth he had torn from her clothes to wipe his face.

"It's alright, just say you stayed at my place a little longer... Go back and change your clothes later."

Alright, alright, Yun Yao is now certain that he is indeed Han Yicheng!

However, she confirmed it far too late.

Han Yicheng knew perfectly well that she didn't recognize him!

If he tells anyone, will she still be able to complete this mission?

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Whether you've been swapped out or your body has been replaced, as long as you behave, I won't tell anyone."

“…”, Yun Yao hesitated for a few seconds, “How exactly do you mean by ‘obedient’?”

Han Yicheng said casually, "No rush."

"..."

Han Yicheng tore a piece of cloth from Yun Yao's skirt and threw it to her, saying, "Go get me some water."

"..." That's really going too far. Can't he tear his own clothes?

Han Yicheng gave a wicked smile, "Since your clothes are already torn, tearing off another piece shouldn't matter, right... Or do you want me to tell everyone about what happened to you?"

Yun Yao was seething with hatred inside, but on her face she wore a fawning smile, "Hahaha, I'll go right now."

The girl in front of him looked at him, her long, thick eyelashes curving into small crescent moons.

Her eyes were brimming with laughter, like a halo around the moon, possessing an indescribable charm.

Although it was a fake smile, it was still incredibly convincingly fake.

Han Yicheng's eyes darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.