Quick Transmigration: Pregnancy Blessing - The Soft Bunny is Pampered by the Big Shots

Xu Yun suppressed his anger and gently tapped the back of her neck.

Sang Yu's head sank, and she gently nuzzled against him, settling into a comfortable position in his arms before falling into a deep sleep.

Once the person in his arms was completely asleep, he no longer had the strength to hold on to her. Xu Yun gently moved her hand away and got up from under her.

He held her hand and channeled his inner energy into her meridians.

Although it cannot be completely eliminated, it can at least temporarily suppress the hot and cold energy in her body.

A continuous flow of warmth from her palm traveled along her meridians throughout her body. Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her body stopped trembling, and a sliver of color returned to her face.

Xu Yun opened his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that her complexion had improved a lot, he withdrew his palm and stopped his technique. He helped her up and laid her flat on the bed, then covered her with a blanket.

He returned to the outer room to calmly recite Buddhist scriptures.

As dawn broke, the bright sunlight shone on the window frame, casting a white glow that illuminated the room.

In the dim light, Sang Yu gently blinked her long eyelashes, slowly opened her eyes, and her hazy mind immediately returned to clarity.

She remembered that before she lost consciousness, Xu Yun seemed to have done something to her.

Sang Yu sat up and got off the bed, feeling a dull pain in the back of her neck.

She looked down and realized that she was wearing Xu Yun's clothes.

A meaningful smile appeared on Sang Yu's lips.

He looked around but couldn't find Xu Yun.

Sang Yu pushed open the door and grabbed a passing young monk, asking, "Where is Master Xuyun?"

The young monk blushed slightly. "My master is copying Buddhist scriptures in the Buddha Hall."

Even after Sang Yu had walked away, the little monk was still muttering to himself in surprise, "Why did my uncle lock himself in there so early in the morning to punish himself by copying Buddhist scriptures? That's really strange."

Sang Yu walked to the Buddha Hall, gently knocked on the door, and said in a sweet voice, "Master?"

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice was heard coming from inside the room.

"Come in."

Sang Yu reached out and pushed the door open, then turned around and gently closed it again, before walking inside with her hands behind her back.

At a glance, you can see the tall and imposing Xu Yun sitting cross-legged at his desk, writing something intently.

A series of dazzling golden lights flashed rapidly before my eyes.

It is a Buddhist scripture.

Sang Yu walked quietly to his side.

As they got closer, Xu Yun's features gradually became clearer.

I didn't pay attention to him yesterday, but now I realize that this Buddhist disciple really does have a face as beautiful as jade.

A delicate profile, a high nose bridge, and bright red lips.

Dressed in a greyish-white monk's robe, with his head bowed and brows lowered, a huge string of prayer beads hanging around his neck, he exuded an aura of dignified righteousness.

Sang Yu's gaze shifted downwards, landing on his hand holding the pen.

Its joints are distinct, its body is slender and delicate, and it has a cool, jade-like white hue.

The grip on the pen was firm and powerful, and the strokes were masterful.

Xu Yun looked up, his gaze gentle, "How is your health, benefactor?"

Sang Yu paused, then said softly, "Thank you, Master. If it weren't for you, I think I would..."

Her soft, sweet voice carried a hint of deliberate seduction.

Upon hearing this voice, Xu Yun couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at her.

The woman looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Her cheeks regained their rosy hue, like a peeled egg, pure and beautiful with a rosy glow, and her beautiful eyes were captivating.

Moving further down, her slender waist and legs revealed a petite figure, yet her shape resembled a ripe peach, showcasing her alluring, rounded curves that sparked the imagination.

Remembering something, Xu Yun quickly turned his head away to avoid suspicion.

A glint of triumph flashed in Sang Yu's eyes.

She blinked, innocent and naive, took out some snacks from her handkerchief, and said sweetly, "Master, I heard you came here early this morning to copy scriptures. Are you hungry?"

Xu Yun was taken aback.

Coming to her senses, she pursed her thin lips, calmly lowered her eyes to look away, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite.

Osmanthus cake has a sweet taste and a lingering fragrance of osmanthus.

"Is it tasty?"

"What is this osmanthus cake?"

This exquisite osmanthus cake couldn't possibly have been made by a master chef from a temple. The cake is shaped into a delicate and beautiful osmanthus flower, which must have taken a lot of thought and effort.

"I made it, doesn't the mage like it?"

"No."

"That's good." Sang Yu leaned forward to pour him tea, but her hand trembled and the tea spilled all over him.

"oops."

She was shocked and quickly picked up a handkerchief to wipe him, her cheeks slightly flushed, her pearly teeth gently biting her red lips.

"Master, please forgive me, I didn't mean to..."

Because we were so close, I could smell the faint fragrance emanating from her body.

Sang Yu hurriedly grabbed a handkerchief and started wiping him.

He quickly stopped her.

“Benefactor, this humble monk can do it himself.”

Seeing his slightly stiff and cold expression, Sang Yu bit her lip and asked aggrievedly, "Master, did I do something wrong?"

"..."

Xu Yun's cheeks flushed slightly, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know how to reply, so he awkwardly changed the subject.

“Benefactor, I am a monk, and men and women should not touch each other. I will handle it myself.”

He took a handkerchief and wiped it himself, finding the tea stains quite noticeable on his grayish-white monk's robe. Remembering that he had evening prayers later, he got up to change into another set.

Upon seeing this, Sang Yu immediately said, "Master, I'll go get you a new set of clothes."

Xu Yun couldn't stop her at all. Her small body quickly ran out of the hall, and she returned a short while later with a new dress in her hand.

She was walking in a hurry, and when she got to him, she accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt, lost her balance, and wobbled again, gracefully falling into his arms.

Her soft, boneless little hand pressed down on his chest muscles without reservation.

"Mage..."

He lowered his dark eyes, his large hand hanging helplessly at her waist. Her soft body was limp and powerless, and she exuded an alluring fragrance.

If you lower your gaze, you can see her smooth, white skin at the loose neckline.

Sang Yu raised her small face, her cheeks flushed, "Thank you, Master, I almost fell..."

Looking at her delicate and innocent face, and her red lips opening and closing.

Xu Yun's face flushed slightly, and he suddenly had an urge to shut her up.

He took a deep breath, straightened her body, and brushed his large hand across the hem of her clothes, maintaining a safe distance from her like a gentleman.

Sang Yu blinked her beautiful eyes, looking at him with feigned confusion, "Master, why is your face red?"

Xu Yun looked at her outstretched hand and turned his face away.

"Donor, please respect yourself."

Her voice was cool and gentle, but the words she spoke were extremely hurtful.

Self-respect? Sang Yu deliberately leaned down a little. How was she lacking self-respect?

"Master, where have I acted improperly?" Sang Yu asked pitifully, biting her lower lip. "Are you looking down on me, Master?"

Xu Yun stared at her in silence for a long time.

“Sir, you are already married, this is not appropriate.”

He hesitated, but ultimately didn't ask. Everyone knew about the relationship between the sect leader of Wuxian Sect and the Holy Maiden.

Sang Yu chuckled softly, her voice gentle and sweet.

"Master, I am not yet married."