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

Finally, Master Xuyun compassionately removed Sangyu's veil, allowing her to see the light again.

Physiological tears stained her long eyelashes, blurring her vision so that she could only vaguely make out the outline of Master Xuyun.

His eyes were deep black, with an extremely bright light.

The tassels of the phoenix crown on Sang Yu's head trembled slightly, and the lip rouge on her lips was kissed off completely, leaving only the original red color of her lips.

Looking dizzy, he resembled a cute little animal.

"what."

Sang Yu let out a soft cry as she was lifted into the air.

Master Xuyun carried her and walked step by step toward the bed.

Sang Yu leaned delicately on his shoulder, her slender, white fingers carefully grasping his gold-embroidered red wedding robe.

Is he about to fall?

Sang Yu was secretly delighted; happiness had come so unexpectedly.

"Sangsang."

Master Xuyun called out Sangyu's name in a gentle, low voice.

It turns out that Master Xuyun's voice, just by calling her name, was enough to make one's heart tremble.

Sang Yu breathed softly, too weak to respond to Master Xuyun. His fingers gently brushed against her cheek.

Crisp and numb.

"Husband."

Sang Yu was worried that Master Xuyun would desert his post, so he deliberately administered a strong medicine.

However, this soft "husband" made Master Xuyun stop what he was doing.

He slowly withdrew his hand, his deep black eyes overflowing with unspeakable sorrow.

It seemed that Sang Yu's cry of "Husband" brought him back to his senses.

Oops!

Sang Yu regretted it; she had given the medicine too much.

Master Xuyun gradually regained his senses, and his eyes became clear.

He knew perfectly well that he could never marry Sang Yu and never become her husband.

The wedding banquet in his fantasy was a luxurious delusion.

The dream is about to end.

If Sang Yu knew that he was fantasizing about her like this in the illusion, she would probably find him disgusting.

Even in the illusion, Master Xuyun dared not confront his own feelings.

His love for Sang Yu was a sin from birth.

He doesn't deserve it.

At this moment, Sang Yu was dressed in her wedding attire, a bright red mandarin duck-patterned bodice, which made her stand out even more. Her posture, half-leaning against the bed, made the white fabric even more prominent.

She is like a peony on Luoyang Island, beautiful, noble, dazzling, and proudly unrestrained.

"Husband?"

Since things had come to this, Sangyu simply called out one more time. She looked timidly at Master Xuyun, then lowered her eyes shyly.

"Have pity on me."

Her slender, pale fingers gently tugged at the wide hem of her sleeve.

It sounded like a plea to stay, yet also like fear.

Master Xuyun crouched down, his gaze level with Sang Yu's, and his breath seemed to fall on Sang Yu's face.

Sang Yu dared not look at him at this moment, for fear of doing something wrong again and losing Master Xuyun.

With his jaw clamped, Sang Yu was forced to look up at Master Xuyun.

Whom do you truly love?

"fraud."

A large palm landed on her soft body and pressed gently.

"Um……"

Sang Yu shrank back, trying to escape, but her chin was held in place, and she couldn't get away at all.

"Chu Weimo?"

"Xu Xing?"

"Shen Lanqing?"

"Wu Shiyun?"

"Or perhaps it is me?"

As names popped up one by one, Sang Yu was somewhat confused. Was she really that much of a playboy in Master Xuyun's eyes?

Master Xuyun actually put himself last; how insecure must he be?

Sang Yu wanted to say something, but Master Xuyun didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

Perhaps he was afraid to hear that answer.

I both hope it's me and fear it's me.

He was captivated by Sang Yu's affection, yet he could not reciprocate it.

Another forceful kiss came, and Master Xuyun flipped over and grabbed Sang Yu's wrist.

He kissed Sang Yu's lower lip, forcing her to tilt her head back to receive his kiss.

Even though both of their wedding attire was intact, Sang Yu felt as if she were losing her senses and being completely manipulated.

Master Xuyun's narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, when slightly narrowed, possess an indescribable feminine beauty.

Not to mention the way his eyes were filled with affection, making him look just like a bewitching enchantress.

"Hmm..."

Kiss landed on her face and neck, and Sang Yu finally had a chance to catch her breath.

Sang Yu was in a daze.

She really liked the scent of Master Xuyun, a clean and refreshing soapberry fragrance that lingered around her nose.

Cool yet gentle, like the allure of pheromones, it makes people unconsciously infatuated and deeply immersed in it.

Master Xuyun's fingers gripped her knuckles tightly, the calluses rubbing against her delicate white skin, their life lines coinciding on their palms.

"Sangsang."

Master Xuyun placed Sangyu's hands on either side of her head. His amber eyes were filled with intense desire, and his lips were stained with a little lip rouge.

Sang Yu was so overwhelmed by the kiss that she was left with ambiguous red marks on her face and neck, her hair was disheveled, and her red lips were swollen.

"I like you."

Master Xuyun's voice trembled slightly, but his pronunciation was extremely clear and precise.

Only in the realm of illusion did he dare to reveal his true feelings and express his unspeakable love.

Those emotions that could not be suppressed poured out, and the corners of his narrow eyes turned scarlet.

Sincere emotions, love that transcends taboos and constraints.

He likes mulberry and elm.

Sang Yu felt inexplicably guilty. All she wanted to do was torment Master Xuyun's heart, take his body, break his vows, and complete her mission.

She felt an inexplicable desire to conquer Master Xuyun.

From the moment Sangyu first saw Master Xuyun, she wanted to possess him.

Master Xuyun is a once-in-a-millennium genius Buddhist disciple, and the hope for reviving his school.

He has his Buddha, and he has his path.

By luring him deeper and deeper, you will destroy all his previous reliance on others.

Sang Yu was perhaps stunned by the kiss, and her guilty conscience was too obvious, her eyes darting around.

"You really don't love me."

"Little liar."

Master Xuyun's clear, cool voice was both helpless and indulgent.

He gave a bitter smile, withdrew his hand, and sat down to the side.

Master Xuyun's red python robe was intact, his eyes were filled with a stinging pain, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

She doesn't love herself.

Sang Yu tucked her feet into her wedding dress, not daring to look into Master Xuyun's eyes, afraid to see the brokenness in them.

Sang Yu felt she hadn't done anything wrong; she was there to figure out how to survive, not to open a charity.

Her arrival was inherently purposeful.

But the melancholy in Master Xuyun's eyes was as intense as love, growing wildly and spreading.

Sang Yu felt a little guilty, which was unusual for her.

"Mage."

Sang Yu cautiously extended her finger and tugged at the other person's wide robe.

She didn't act well just now, can we do it again?

She will give a good performance this time and will not let her act slip.

Master Xuyun looked at Sangyu, causing her heart to tremble. His eyes were extremely beautiful, like the afternoon light, and now they seemed like scattered gold dust.

"I don't really know what liking is."

"But I'm happiest when I'm with you."

Sang Yu began trying to salvage the situation; she had never considered this issue before.

She loved without knowing it.

Sang Yu didn't want to let this opportunity slip by; she almost got to have Master Xuyun and another chance to obtain his vital essence.

She refused to believe she couldn't win him over this time.

I like it when you kiss me.