Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Her amber-colored vertical pupils gleamed like glass in the candlelight, and her soft moans were filled with doubt.

"Yes, that's definitely true."

Sui Si chuckled softly, his long, slender fingers running through the fluffy fur around the white fox's neck, lifting it to eye level with his own.

Moonlight filtered through the window screen, outlining the boy's handsome features. He gazed at the full moon outside the window, his eyes gradually softening.

"When I saw the unease that she couldn't hide in her eyes today, I was shocked to realize... that all these years, she had given all her misplaced tenderness to that little fox."

Memories surged, and his voice softened unconsciously:

"Just like back in the demon market, she was covered in injuries and could barely stand, yet she stubbornly stuffed the last piece of dry food into the cage."

She was just a child herself back then...

Before he could finish speaking, the white fox suddenly tilted its head and gently patted the back of his hand with its pink paws.

The plum blossom pattern on his paw pads was slightly damp, as if urging him to continue.

Sui Si lowered his head to meet the white fox's gaze, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the soft fur on its belly:

"But then I thought, the most precious emotions in this world are never the resounding vows written in contracts."

His gaze passed over the white fox and landed on the still-wet ink on the desk.

"It is the warmth of cuddling together in the cold night, the companionship of spring and autumn, day after day."

Just like how you always quietly put your icy hands into my arms to warm me up when I stay up late.

Emotions are perhaps like this: a gentle, flowing stream that words can never fully capture.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

The white fox suddenly let out an urgent cry, its front paws gripping Sui Si's clothes, its bushy tail sweeping restlessly across the back of his hand.

Her nose gently brushed against the pulse on his wrist, her warm breath carrying a faint milky scent, as if passionately responding to his words.

Sui Si felt ticklish from being rubbed and couldn't help but laugh out loud, but her eyes were filled with tenderness:

"You think so too, don't you? I am her current master, no matter how bitter her past was..."

He paused, then reached out and gently stroked the white fox's nose. "But from now on, I will make sure she tastes sweetness every day."

The white fox seemed to understand, raising its head and letting out a series of clear cries, its fluffy tail swishing merrily across his neck.

Suddenly, the little guy leaped up, his soft fur brushing against Sui Si's cheek, and his warm, moist tongue gently licking the corner of his lips, with a fluffy intimacy.

In that instant, Sui Si felt as if she had returned to the time when they first met, to that stubborn little dumpling in the snow, who could now express her dependence so directly.

"Thank you for the compliment, little fox."

Sui Si smiled and buried his face in the white fox's neck, taking a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the scent of sunshine-kissed fur.

His voice was muffled by his hair, carrying a rare vulnerability:

"Sometimes I wonder, was it I who protected her as she grew up, or was it she who, without my knowledge, also healed my unseen scars..."

The white fox quieted down, gently nuzzling his chin with its head, making a satisfied purring sound in its throat.

Just then, Sui Si suddenly remembered something, straightened up, and tightly embraced the white fox:

"By the way, the competition is tomorrow. I'll take you to see Ayu win first place."

His chin rested on the top of the white fox's head, his tone brooking no argument, "It's settled then."

The white fox in his arms froze instantly, its tail flailing uneasily against his legs, emitting a few mournful "woofs."

He was internally screaming: What if Ah Si discovers his true identity tomorrow?!

If it gets exposed... but Sui Si's warm embrace tightly wraps it up.

The gentle strokes of the palm combing its fur made it reluctant to struggle, and it could only helplessly close its eyes, letting its inner turmoil turn into a long sigh.

On the day of the finals, the rising sun bathed the martial arts arena in a golden-red glow. The nine-tiered steps were packed with disciples from various sects.

The dense crowd resembled a swarm of ants, and even the ancient pine tree at the highest point had several figures hanging upside down, peeking out, its branches creaking under the weight.

When the figure, dressed in pristine white robes, leaped onto the arena via the icy steps, a thunderous roar of cheers instantly pierced the sky—how could anyone forget that?

In the preliminary round, she displayed the sharpness of ice spikes breaking through the wind, and in the semi-final, she amazed everyone with her rune-based demon suppression.

Those swift victories have already etched her name into everyone's hearts.

Her opponent, Demon King Jun Li Que, slowly appeared amidst a blood-red mist, followed by twelve demon generals clad in black scale armor, their demonic weapons gleaming with a chilling blue light.

As the oppressive aura emanating from Jun Li Que spread out as if it were a tangible force.

The once noisy training ground fell silent instantly, and everyone felt their breathing become heavy, as if even the air had been frozen by demonic power.

Sui Si weaved through the crowded throng, his blue robes sweeping across the disciples' admiring gazes.

The white fox in my arms curled up obediently into a ball of fur, its amber eyes scanning the surroundings warily, like two stars immersed in beeswax.

He gazed at the two men facing off on the arena, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Jun Li Que, as the Demon King, personally went to the scene, but Jun Sui didn't come at all?"

Unconsciously, his fingertips caressed the tips of the white fox's ears, where the fur was as soft as the finest cloud.

"The demon race has always valued resource competition; this is unusual..."

Jun Sui in his arms froze instantly, her tail quietly wrapping around Sui Si's wrist like a ribbon unwilling to let go.

Of course he wants to come!

Last night, when Sui Si held me in his arms, I heard him say, "Tomorrow I'll take you to see A Yu win first place." I was filled with panic and couldn't bear to turn back into human form and ruin the atmosphere.

Hearing her beloved's doubts, she nuzzled her fluffy head against his chest again, muttering to herself in a wronged tone:

I'm just following you, my wife!

Besides, honey, I feel like a villain in your eyes...

But all that came out were a few low sobs, hidden deep in his throat and unknown to anyone.

As soon as Sui Si sat down, a group of people immediately surrounded him.

"Sect Leader Sui, the Mind Cleansing Technique you taught me has helped me break through my bottleneck!"

A young disciple, blushing, squeezed to the front row, the jade slip in his hands still warm from his body.

"This is my newly made spiritual tea, and I've come especially to invite you to taste it!"

Another female cultivator carefully handed over the teacup, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The crowd pushed and shoved forward, afraid of missing the chance to talk to the immortal, their eyes filled with eagerness and admiration.

Jun Sui's tail instantly bristled into a fluffy umbrella shape, and a low growl came from its throat, like a small beast whose territory had been invaded.

He suddenly leaped onto Sui Si's shoulder, his snow-white fur bristling like a bursting dandelion, and bared his pink little teeth at everyone.

"嘤嘤!"

Its sharp cry was full of threat, and its claws gripped Sui Si's collar tightly, even slightly deforming the silver threads and patterns on the fabric, making its assertion of dominance all the more obvious.

"Little fox, stop fooling around."

Sui Si raised his hand and smoothed its ruffled fur, his fingertips brushing against the soft hair, a indulgent smile playing on his lips.

This gentle gesture, when seen by others, only fueled their desire to show goodwill.

Someone in the crowd shouted:

"Sect Leader Sui, I am willing to guard your sect for a hundred years!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jun Sui suddenly jumped up and slapped the man's hair ornament with one paw.

The exquisite jade hairpin fell to the ground with a "clink," and the carefully styled hair bun instantly became a mess.

"this is mine!"

Jun Sui's angry words almost burst from his throat.

He paced back and forth on Sui Si's shoulder angrily, his bushy tail sweeping across, knocking anyone who got close to him off balance.

When a female cultivator blushed and offered him a sachet she had embroidered herself, Jun Sui immediately opened his mouth, bit the sachet, and threw it back at the female cultivator.

It didn't forget to draw a circle on Sui Si's chest with its claws, as if marking its own territory. The pink claw print was particularly eye-catching on the black fabric.

Sui Si looked at the little guy in his arms with his hair all ruffled and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He scooped the playful white fox into his arms, nuzzling his chin against its soft fur, which carried a faint scent of pine.