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

She pushed him down hard, and Master Xuyun fell onto the carpet, the Buddhist prayer beads on his hand entwined between his fingers.

"These prayer beads are really beautiful."

Sang Yu's hand slowly slid down Master Xu Yun's arm and interlocked between his five fingers.

They easily removed the prayer beads from Master Xuyun's fingertips and then wrapped them around Master Xuyun's wrist again and again.

It looks good, and she likes it.

Sang Yu picked up the hand that was wrapped with Buddhist prayer beads and placed it on her slender waist.

Her slender fingers began to untie the ribbons binding Master Xuyun's body.

"Master, I will be very gentle."

Don't worry.

Sang Yu smiled smugly, her movements slow and deliberate; she was about to deliberately torment Master Xuyun.

"It's really uncomfortable."

Sang Yu made a startling remark without batting an eye.

A crimson hue slowly crept up Master Xuyun's ears, and he began to lose track of whether it was an illusion or reality.

No.

Master Xuyun suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly becoming clear, and the golden halo around his eyes slowly dissipated.

"what."

Caught off guard, Sang Yu let out a soft cry. Master Xuyun grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and landed on the ground.

Master Xuyun took a deep breath and quickly stood up. Apart from the sash of his outer robe being untied, he was completely unharmed.

If it weren't for the many traces of red lipstick on his face, he would still be that serene and serene Buddhist monk.

The bloodstains on Sang Yu's ankles were particularly noticeable, her eyes were glazed over, and her bodice hung loosely in front of her.

The hairpins adorning her hair were disheveled, and stray hairs fell across her forehead, making her look as if she had been severely bullied.

But it was clearly her who was bullying people.

"Don't cry."

Master Xuyun offered words of comfort in an extremely stiff voice, though his tone was deep and pleasant.

Even in the illusion, Master Xuyun dared not indulge himself. He feared that once he started down this path, he would completely lose control in reality.

Unable to control myself.

Completely ensnared in an endless web of love.

He cannot betray his sect; he is destined to never have a chance to live a fulfilling life.

If Sangyu were to become someone else's wife in the future, his actions would be blasphemous and shameless.

"Master, I like you."

Master Xuyun looked down at Sangyu from his high vantage point, and when he heard her say the word "like," his heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes were innocent and pure, with tears welling up at the corners. Her voice was soft and sounded extremely aggrieved.

It was as if he had mustered up all his courage to say those words.

But he couldn't respond; he couldn't reciprocate Sangyu's affection.

You shouldn't like me.

Master Xuyun was always a man of few words, and his voice sounded somewhat muffled, as if it contained bitter medicine.

It has a sour and pungent taste.

Although Master Xuyun said, "You shouldn't like me," the forlorn expression on his face seemed to be telling Sangyu something.

I can't like you.

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I can't.

Master Xuyun didn't know whether his words were a warning to Sangyu or a warning to himself.

Due to their status, Buddhist disciples do not get involved in worldly love and affection; their Buddhist hearts are pure.

Master Xuyun understood this better than anyone else.

"Xu Yun, we can't be together in reality, so don't you want to have me in the illusion too?"

Sang Yu refused to give up, and she was still unable to take off Master Xuyun's clothes.

She was not convinced.

She can't lose.

Losing means that I will be struck dead by lightning by that damned Queen Mother of the West again.

"All illusions are empty; you have not broken the vow."

Sang Yu coaxed her, and she struggled to stand up, wanting to kiss Master Xuyun.

The gauze dress on her shoulders slipped off, and Sang Yu pretended to limp as she walked towards Master Xuyun, where she hugged his slender waist.

She said, sounding aggrieved.

"I don't know what's right or wrong, I just couldn't help falling for you."

Sang Yu was about to raise her head to kiss Master Xuyun when her head was pressed down.

In their tightly embrace, Sang Yu almost couldn't breathe, and everything went black before her eyes.

Master Xuyun stroked her head with his palm, his wide sleeves enveloping her in his embrace.

His tears fell onto the back of his hand.

Like pearls with a broken string, they fell uncontrollably, drop by drop.

An embrace at this moment is a luxury, and a sin.

Even in the illusion, the most unconventional thing Master Xuyun could do was to proactively embrace Sang Yu.

He cannot like her.

His unusual embrace was his way of saying goodbye.

The illusion gradually faded, and Sangyu, like smoke, slowly dissipated in Master Xuyun's arms.

He instinctively tried to grab it, but ended up with empty hands.

The night was pitch black, adorned with countless twinkling stars. Master Xuyun sat forlornly on the rooftop, the lights inside already extinguished.

Everything was desolate, as if everything that had just happened was nothing but a void illusion.

Master Xuyun wiped away the remaining tears on his face expressionlessly. This time, he was going to say goodbye to Sangyu for good.

……

"Who will accompany Miss Sang today?"

Shen Lanqing immediately added fuel to the fire, giving Master Xuyun no chance to catch his breath. He wanted to force the other party to face reality amidst repeated anger and heartbreak.

"Chu Weimo".

Wu Shiyun took a step back and pushed Chu Weimo, who was still in a daze, out of the way.

"what?"

Before Chu Weimo could react, Wu Shiyun betrayed him.

"Alright, then it's Young Master Chu."

Shen Lanqing's previously depressed mood instantly improved considerably. That heartless brat, I'll wait for you to come back!

Chu Weimo was forced into this situation and sent to Sang Yu's doorstep.

"You are not allowed to escape."

Shen Lanqing and Wu Shiyun held him captive, not allowing Chu Weimo to escape in the face of danger.

"Good morning."

As the door opened, Sang Yu, dressed in a light blue gauze dress, stood before the crowd. Her smile was radiant and captivating.

Chu Weimo's face flushed bright red instantly.

Sang Yu looked at Master Xuyun in the crowd. His gaze was fixed on her calf, as if he were examining whether there was any injury on her calf.

Her calf was not injured.

Sang Yu deliberately wore a slightly shorter ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) to expose her ankles, just so that Master Xuyun could see her clearly.

Last night was just an illusion.

Only by convincing Master Xuyun that last night was just an illusion can we better lure him into our trap next time.

“Miss Sang, you and Young Master Chu can stroll down the mountain and buy some groceries.”

Shen Lanqing offered suggestions from the side.

"it is good."

Sang Yu was indeed very obedient in this matter.

Master Xuyun pursed his thin lips slightly; the Sangyu in the illusion looked remarkably like her in reality.

It's so realistic that you can't help but immerse yourself in the fantasy world.

Today's travel companion has been decided: Chu Weimo.

Chu Weimo quickly imitated Shen Lanqing, extending his hand to signal Sang Yu to go first.

Sang Yu and Chu Weimo walked side by side in the bamboo forest. Chu Weimo remained silent and very reserved.

He's only good at fighting and killing, not at romance.

"I heard you come from a hunter's family, but you're quite skilled."

"You flatter me, young lady."

"Can I take a look?"

Sang Yu looked at Chu Weimo with anticipation and admiration in her eyes.