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

The body beneath his palm was as stiff as stone, but Sang Yu had no mind to care. He reached out and continued to stroke the body, feeling the resilience of its muscles.

Gradually, she became dissatisfied with the clothing covering her body. With one hand, she tore off her own gauze dress, and with the other hand, she couldn't wait to tear off his monk's robe.

Unable to pull him off with one hand, she used both hands, trying to strip him completely naked.

Xu Yun hurriedly tried to stop her, pulling her hand away. Sang Yu struggled several times but couldn't pull away. She became impatient, grabbed his hand, and bit down on it.

The force wasn't strong; it was more like a kiss than a bite.

She opened her mouth and bit the back of his hand, leaving a faint tooth mark.

She stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly stuck out her tongue to lick the streaks of blood.

Xu Yun's body trembled slightly, and then he unconsciously let go of her hand. A tingling sensation ran from the back of his hand straight to his heart, and his heartbeat quickened.

The sandalwood scent mingled with his own fragrance, creating an ambiguous yet distinct aroma.

The fragrance emanated from the Buddhist prayer beads on his hand. She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers, inch by inch upwards, until the tip of her tongue moistened the beads, making them sparkle.

Xu Yun's eyes darkened, and desire surged within them, burning his entire body like a raging fire. Tears streamed down his face, soaking his clothes.

He gazed at the woman before him, her face flushed, a conflicted look in his eyes.

Should I push her away or not?

It seems that this Yuan Yang is the only way to save her. No wonder my true energy, which I lost for most of the hour, was completely useless.

A suppressed melancholy settled between Xu Yun's brows. To save him would mean breaking his vow against lust; not to save him would mean breaking his vow against killing.

Seeing that Xu Yun was always stopping her, Sang Yu simply gave up the idea of ​​continuing to take off his monk's robe. Instead, she raised her neck and untied the only remaining pocket on her body, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone.

A thin layer of sweat covered her skin, and a drop of sweat trickled down her slender white collarbone and into the depths of her skin.

Although he couldn't see the scenery in the depths, Xu Yun could clearly feel the bulge in front of her, pressed tightly against his chest.

She lifted herself up and rubbed against him a few times. She instinctively felt uncomfortable in this position, so she propped herself up and simply sat between his legs.

The sudden stimulation caused Xu Yun to let out a muffled groan as his throat vibrated, and his lower abdomen tightened violently.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, without a single gap, separated only by a single layer of cloth, which made Xu Yun tremble all over.

Sang Yu kept calming herself down.

Seeing her increasingly demanding actions, the struggle in Xu Yun's eyes grew stronger.

To cross, or not to cross?

If I were to take her to bed, there would inevitably be physical intimacy, if she hadn't lied before, if she were still a virgin...

However, if she is not saved, and there is no primordial yang to alleviate her strange symptoms, once the poison invades her heart meridian, it will be too late, and she will surely die.

The Buddha is compassionate, saving all sentient beings and bringing salvation to the world.

Looking at her unfocused and dazed face, Xu Yun finally sighed silently, and the hesitation in his expression gradually dissipated.

That's it.

Saving all living beings is saving others, and saving just one person is also saving others; what's the difference?

Xu Yun released her hand, no longer hindering her movements, and stood with his hands clasped together in front of him, letting her do as she pleased.

Sang Yu naturally noticed his change, and a look of joy flashed across her face. She immediately took off Xu Yun's monk's robe and then tore off the last piece of cloth from her own body.

A blinding white flashed before his eyes, and Xu Yun trembled, his back tensing. His cold skin was covered in hot sweat, his breathing grew heavier, and an unbearable pleasure surged within him.

He frowned deeply, his expression a mixture of suppressed pain and restraint.

Immerse yourself in this endless abyss...

When Sang Yu woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

Because of the stimulation she experienced all day yesterday, she now feels sore all over and has no strength left.

She struggled to open her eyes, licked her dry lips, and felt the light streaming in from the window sting her eyes. Looking around, she saw a spotless meditation room in her blurry vision, which looked like it had been carefully cleaned.

Sang Yu looked around, and memories of last night flooded back in an instant.

Has she succeeded?

She glanced down at herself and saw that she had changed into clean clothes. She moved her body slightly and felt a slight soreness, but also a refreshing dryness. Xu Yun must have washed her.

Sang Yu rubbed her eyes, struggled to sit up, and looked down at the kettle on the table. She licked her lips, her throat feeling very dry.

She glanced at her legs, intending to pour herself a glass of water, but as soon as she propped herself up, a dull pain suddenly shot through her body, and she collapsed back down.

She frowned, rubbed her aching lower back, and cursed inwardly.

She was only half conscious last night, and now, seeing her "broken" body, she knows how badly she was tortured last night.

This Xu Yun, I really can't tell.

Sang Yu took a deep breath, preparing to grit her teeth and get out of bed.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a figure walked in from outside.

Sang Yu looked at him with eyes full of sorrow.

Xu Yun walked in carrying the food, and as soon as she looked up, she met Sang Yu's gaze.

She looked listless, her face was pale, and her long, dark hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders.

His eyes were filled with deep dissatisfaction and resentment.

Xu Yun paused slightly, a ripple appearing in his calm and aloof eyes. He put down what he was holding, then walked to the bedside and asked softly, "Benefactor, are you feeling unwell?"

Sang Yu gave a soft hum and turned her face away, sulking and refusing to look at her.

The room was silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Xu Yun's gaze fell on her slightly puffed-up cheeks, and her rosy, slightly dry lips were also pouted high, clearly indicating that she was still angry.

He moved his lips, unsure of what to say, afraid of making her even angrier.

Although he didn't quite understand what she was angry about.

He stood there helplessly for a moment, his gentle gaze sweeping over her body inch by inch, noticing the red marks on her neck and her dry, swollen lips.

He lowered his eyes, turned around, poured a glass of warm water on the table, and held it out to Sang Yu. "Benefactor, please drink this water. I've brought you some food..."

Sang Yu didn't want to suffer, her throat was so dry it was practically burning.

She struggled to sit up, supporting her back, and Xu Yun immediately helped her.

Sang Yu puffed out her cheeks slightly, took the water glass from his hand and drank it all in one gulp. Her thirst was relieved a little, but she was still a little unsatisfied. "One more glass, please."

Xu Yun turned around and poured her another cup. Sang Yu drank several cups of water before she could catch her breath.

She rubbed her lower back; sitting was worse than lying down, so she lay down again.

Looking at her slender back, Xu Yun recalled the way she had frowned just now. "Benefactor, is it still in pain?"

Sang Yu didn't even turn her head. "The monk asked me where it hurts?"