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

Sang Yu stared at his face, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Is Master Xuyun jealous?

Sangyu wasn't quite sure.

If he gets jealous over this, it means that Master Xuyun has fallen for him.

However, Master Xuyun was unpredictable, so Sangyu only said it was possible.

"Benefactor, are you still feeling unwell?"

Master Xuyun turned his head to look at Sangyu. She had just had the energy to argue with him, but now she seemed to be feeling better.

"Uncomfortable."

"You just made a lewd gesture towards me."

Sang Yu parted her red lips slightly, and every word she uttered was laced with malice.

Her feet gently rubbed against Master Xuyun's feet, lightly stepping on them through the soft white socks.

again and again.

Sang Yu had no intention of letting Master Xuyun off the hook, and continued to verbally harass him relentlessly.

Having finally caught the monk red-handed, how could she possibly let him off so easily?

Master Xuyun remained silent; Sangyu's ability to speak these words suggested he was feeling much better.

He ignored the tingling sensation under his feet, stepped past Sang Yu's legs, and tried to leave.

Sang Yu grabbed a corner of the light gray monk's robe, pulling it into a few wrinkles.

Sang Yu looked up at Master Ling Che, her beautiful doe eyes sparkling, her half-body propped up, revealing an extremely beautiful curve.

Master Xuyun glanced down at Sang Yu, then quickly looked away, his voice somewhat cold.

"Benefactor, please let go."

"Not loose."

"..."

Sang Yu is the kind of person who thrives on a little kindness. She sensed that Master Xuyun might like her, so she was determined to climb as high as she could to get closer to him.

Let go? Don't even think about it.

Just as Master Xuyun was about to lift his foot, he gently pushed Sangyu aside. His foot was only halfway up when Sangyu flipped over like a carp.

She fainted on the bed.

"Don't pretend."

Master Xuyun stared ahead, too lazy to pay attention to Sangyu. He guessed that Sangyu was faking fainting, which was something she would do.

After a while, the person on the bed still didn't make the slightest sound.

Master Xuyun lowered his eyes slightly, wanting to see what Sangyu was doing. Sangyu had her eyes closed, as if she were asleep, and was not moving at all.

"donor."

Master Xuyun panicked instantly. He immediately knelt down and began to check Xuyun's pulse, which was still as bad as ever.

It seems we need to use that method as soon as possible; if we wait too long, we might not be able to save her.

Master Xuyun squatted down, put his arm around Sangyu's waist, and extended his palm to transfer internal energy to Sangyu to regulate her breathing.

Sang Yu, who should have been unconscious, secretly lifted her right eyelid. She had indeed been faking it, deliberately teasing this Buddhist disciple.

Who told Master Xuyun to be so fierce before, yet he refused to help someone in distress?

For Sang Yu, channeling her inner energy and regulating her breathing was quite comfortable.

After all, Xu Yun's true energy is the purest and most pristine in the world, unmatched by anyone.

She didn't need to move much; the warm true energy was directly transmitted into her meridians, adjusting her chaotic internal energy.

The one who gets anxious first loses. Master Xuyun was really anxious just now and was immediately deceived by Sangyu.

Master Xuyun felt that he had transferred enough internal energy, so he let Sangyu lean on his shoulder.

Sang Yu was at her most well-behaved at this time. Her long eyelashes drooped down, casting a shadow under her eyes. Her cheeks were fair with a hint of pink, just like peach blossoms in March, about to bloom.

Master Xuyun lowered his eyes, feeling that he needed to go down the mountain as soon as possible and ask those people to come here, not only to save Sangyu, but also to pull himself back from the abyss.

Master Xuyun put down Sangyu; his movements were very light and gentle.

He leaned down and, for a moment, got very close to Sang Yu.

At this moment, Sang Yu's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

She gave Master Xuyun a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with the mischievousness of someone who had just pulled off a prank.

Suddenly pulling up the grayish-blue monk's robe, Sangyu kissed Master Xuyun's lips, deliberately rubbing them together.

"Give it back to you!"

Sang Yu had no intention of letting Master Xuyun have his way. She gave him a punitive kiss on the lips, then released his collar and swiftly fell onto the bed.

Her eyes were languid and alluring. She casually turned over, her back to Master Xuyun, and her figure looked small and insignificant.

Master Xuyun knelt on one knee on the bed, his slender fingers straightening his disheveled collar, a dangerous glint flashing in his amber eyes.

His suppressed and restrained gaze seemed to be able to strip away the layers of that figure.

Master Xuyun stood on the ground, and after confirming that his clothes were properly worn, he pushed open the door and went out.

"Uncle Master."

A young monk passing by bowed in respect.

The young monk was curious, looking on with an inquisitive expression, wondering how Master Xuyun had been living under the same roof with a woman for the past few days.

"Uncle-Master, how is Miss Sang?"

"Good."

Master Xuyun was unwilling to say more; he seemed to be avoiding the topic of his twilight years.

He walked hurriedly and soon left the place.

The little monk stared at his departing figure with a puzzled look.

Isn't this my martial uncle's room? Why is my martial uncle leaving?

Xu Yun returned to the library to look up information on the residents in the vicinity. There were three men who met the requirements for dual cultivation with Sang Yu.

Having found what he was looking for, Xu Yun did not feel relieved as he had imagined; instead, he felt heavy-hearted.

He is sad.

The next morning, Master Xuyun returned to his meditation room alone.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

After waiting for a moment, Master Xuyun quietly pushed open the door and went in.

Sang Yu was sleeping at the moment, but her breathing was disordered, and she often had trouble sleeping.

So once I fall asleep, I sleep very soundly.

Master Xuyun sat by the window, and a ray of sunlight fell on Sangyu's face, allowing him to clearly see the fine hairs on her face.

His hand couldn't help but reach out, wanting to gently stroke Sang Yu's cheek, but it stopped in mid-air.

He doesn't deserve it.

Master Xuyun's eyes were gloomy, and he silently withdrew his hand.

He sat by the bed, not wanting to wake Sang Yu, and prepared to wait for her to wake up.

Perhaps this is their last time alone together.

"Ok?"

Sang Yu woke up groggily, letting out a soft moan. She felt someone sitting in front of her.

Master Xuyun?

Sang Yu was a little dazed, but she smiled at him subconsciously, hooked her index finger with his, and brought her right cheek close to his hand like a little rabbit.

Master Xuyun's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyelashes fluttered gently. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But the feel of the back of her hand was so wonderful. Sang Yu's skin was soft, like a cloud to the touch, gentle and tender, and she looked beautiful when she smiled.

He shouldn't have coveted the beauty and tenderness that didn't originally belong to him.

"Mage?"

Sang Yu had just woken up, her voice still groggy, hoarse and sweet, sounding very sweet.

This call startled Master Xuyun awake.

He abruptly pulled his hand away, the back of his hand quickly withdrawing from her soft cheek, leaving a slight red mark.

"Please get up, benefactor. I will take you out to meet people."

"Meeting whom?"

Sang Yu propped herself up, her dark hair cascading down her front, her eyes looking somewhat bewildered.

"Go see the person who can cure your illness."