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

Sang Yu was too tired to whine anymore; she was completely exhausted and even speaking was difficult.

In this world, her body was deliberately adjusted to its worst condition by the system.

My physical condition is really bad. I was feeling a bit better, but after going out for a walk, I ate some wild fruit and got poisoned.

Xu Yun can do whatever he wants to her now; let him do as he pleases.

According to the mission settings, even if Xu Yun exhausted all his true energy, he would not be able to completely cure her.

A warm sensation entered Sang Yu's body through Xu Yun's palm, and she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

His head drooped to one side, his body was limp and he seemed about to collapse.

"donor?"

Xu Yun reached out and embraced Sang Yu, checking her breath with his hand.

Thankfully, he is still breathing.

Even breathing indicates that the person is asleep.

Master Xuyun got up, fetched a basin of warm water, and used a soft cloth to wipe the bloodstains from Sangyu's lips and the bloodstains left on her palms.

Sang Yu's situation was worse than he had imagined, fluctuating between good and bad.

If a complete cure cannot be found for her condition, she probably won't last much longer. Using internal energy to regulate her breathing now is just a drop in the ocean and won't save her life at all.

Master Xuyun covered Sangyu with the blanket, stared at her for a long time, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

If only the union of yin and yang between a man and a woman could save her life, then there would be countless men in the world who could save her.

Even setting aside those he knows, Xu Xing during the day is also an option.

But Master Xuyun did not want to.

The thought of that kind of thing, of becoming Sangyu with another man, made Master Xuyun experience heartache for the first time.

The next morning, Sang Yu woke up and her strength had returned.

She had just finished washing up when Xu Yun, like a little housekeeper, brought her in the porridge.

Sang Yu took a sip of Laba porridge and then hummed.

"Oh dear, I feel terrible."

Sang Yu was feeling better, but she started acting up again, pretending to be in pain and groaning.

The next second, he was suddenly thrown into the air, catching everyone off guard.

Master Xuyun picked up Sangyu, and he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to check Sangyu's injuries last night. The bright red marks on her neck were an eyesore.

Master Xuyun held Sangyu in his arms, and Sangyu's lotus-red embroidered shoes bounced with his steps.

He placed Sangyu on the bed, and Master Xuyun reached out to check her pulse. It was relatively steady, but her breathing was still disordered.

"Where does it still hurt, benefactor?"

"My whole body aches."

Sang Yu felt somewhat displeased seeing Master Xuyun's rather indifferent expression.

Seeing that Master Xuyun was about to sit behind her again and transfer his true energy to her, Sangyu tilted her body to try to dodge.

Transmitting true energy is too taxing on the body; even with Master Xuyun's profound magical power, he cannot withstand such depletion.

Only if his condition worsened could he force Master Xuyun to touch him again.

Sang Yu was secretly making her own plans.

"What are you hiding from?"

Master Xuyun had a strong personality. Seeing her fidgeting, he pulled Sangyu over and placed his palm on her back without saying a word.

"I don't want you to treat me."

"Maybe you're hiding something bad."

“Yesterday he deliberately left me alone and didn’t watch me eat anything, which made me vomit blood.”

Sang Yu deliberately provoked Master Xuyun. When soft methods failed, she resorted to hard ones, determined to take an unconventional approach.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

Sang Yu struggled desperately, and under such circumstances, Master Xuyun could not help her transfer her true energy.

"Please do not move."

Sang Yu pulled her arm back and was pinned down by Master Xuyun. Her hands were fixed above her head, and she glared defiantly at the person on top of her.

"You'll die, don't move."

Xu Yun spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone tinged with anger.

"I don't want you to save me."

"You're always bullying me, I'm going to find another man—"

Sang Yu struggled with her arms for a couple of seconds, then froze completely.

Master Xuyun actually sealed her lips with his, and straddled Sangyu's legs.

It's like a kiss, but it doesn't quite feel like a kiss.

Master Xuyun's kiss was extremely innocent and immature.

Last time, the two of them skipped this step entirely.

His lips met Sang Yu's, his dark eyes staring straight at her.

It seems this kiss was just an attempt to silence Sang Yu.

Sang Yu's hands were clasped above her head, and the calluses on Master Xuyun's fingertips caressed her skin, causing it to turn slightly red.

The kiss gradually softened, and Master Xuyun's eyelashes brushed against Sangyu's cheek, like a feather fan gently stroking her.

His lips, like him, were soft. His kiss was restrained and subtle; once they landed on his red lips, there was no further movement.

Breaths mingled, ambiguity arose.

Sang Yu blinked, somewhat at a loss. She didn't intend to take the initiative with Master Xuyun.

Last time, she took the initiative and was tormented all night. As a result, the monk became indifferent to her again the next day, completely different from the night before.

This reserved monk became even more proactive when treated coldly.

Their attitude has also improved a lot, no longer as aloof as before.

Now that Sang Yu has lost her strength, it's even less likely that she will take the initiative.

She has to catch her breath several times even if she moves slightly.

She became a true sickly beauty.

If I were to provoke Master Xuyun and unleash his beastly nature, I would surely suffer the same fate as that night.

With Master Xuyun's profound internal strength and endurance, Sangyu simply couldn't hold on.

Master Xuyun's breathing became somewhat rapid, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He turned his face away, avoiding Sangyu's gaze.

"Don't move."

Master Xuyun turned over and sat down to the side, his white soft socks stepping onto the black mattress.

He looked up at the window, where the sunlight shone on him, pure and gentle.

Sang Yu lay on the bed, breathing softly, her eyes somewhat unfocused. She was perfectly still; she wasn't moving at all.

He's clearly the one who's not at peace, yet he blames others.

Master Xuyun immediately noticed the four characters written on the wall outside the window: "All is emptiness."

This is a sacred Buddhist site, and his disciples are all here. How can he keep making mistakes?

“Benefactor, this humble monk will go and find someone who can heal you.”

They both knew what the way to save Sangyu was, and Sangyu understood what his words meant.

Master Xuyun tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the rooftop. Looking through Sangyu's eyes, it was impossible to discern the expression on his face.

"Okay."

Sang Yu's voice was sweet, and she answered very readily without any hesitation.

It seemed that it didn't matter who treated her illness.

Even though she knew perfectly well that curing her illness required physical intimacy and a deep connection.

But she seemed completely unconcerned.

Master Xuyun's back stiffened slightly, his dark eyes narrowed, and his back looked somewhat lonely.

Sang Yu didn't care, but he did.

He couldn't go against his Buddhist conscience to save Sang Yu, nor could he stand by and watch her die.

Even though this was the best arrangement, why did he feel a bitter taste in his mouth and a sharp pain in his heart?