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

He remembered how Jun Sui, when he transformed into a white fox, would always rub his furry head against his palm.

Looking at the other person's bright red ear tips, I found them more adorable than ever before.

Jun Sui suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.

Sui Si took a half step back, her sleeves brushing against the scroll on the table:

"Think carefully tonight about how to get me to agree willingly."

As he turned around, the hem of his white coat fluttered and fell, like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky.

The moment the door closed, he heard hurried footsteps behind him, but he didn't turn around—he knew that this time, that figure would never disappear into the night again.

Jun Sui slumped into a chair, staring at the flickering candlelight and grinning foolishly.

The night breeze swept through the hall, ruffling the Xuan paper on the desk, but it couldn't dispel the tenderness in his eyes.

It turns out that this carefully planned encounter had already turned into a two-way journey.

Outside the window, the moon had climbed high in the sky, its silvery light filtering through the windowpanes and outlining the silhouette of Sui Si standing on the ground.

In a daze, Jun Sui seemed to still feel the warmth of the other person's fingertips, a comforting warmth.

As the morning light slowly seeped through the clouds like melting honey, Sui Si pushed open the carved wooden door, and the copper bells on the eaves rang out a series of clear and melodious tinkling sounds, startling a few sparrows that were dozing on the branches.

He raised his hand and ruffled his slightly messy hair. His moon-white nightgown hung loosely on his shoulders, revealing his delicate collarbone, and the belt around his waist was casually tied in a knot.

The morning breeze, carrying the crisp scent of morning dew, wafted towards me, along with the fragrance of unknown flowers from afar.

The tall, upright figure under the corridor made his fingertips pause slightly—Jun Sui stood straight in the morning light, his black wide sleeves ruffled by the morning breeze, and a few unmelted dewdrops in his hair reflected the light in the rising sun, like stars.

The Demon Emperor, who had been focused on the distance, suddenly turned around upon noticing the commotion. His dark golden pupils reflected a languid and unrestrained demeanor, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

How long have you been standing here?

Sui Si smiled, his voice deliberately softened, carrying the languidness of early morning.

He approached with a leisurely gait, each step seeming to pound on Jun Sui's heartbeat.

When he raised his hand, he deliberately let his sleeve brush against Jun Sui's hand, and the movement of his fingertips brushing against the dewdrops in the other's hair was as light as a feather.

"If it gets any colder, I'll have to make a warming soup for His Highness the Demon Emperor."

Jun Sui's ears instantly flushed crimson as images of her tossing and turning last night flashed through her mind.

He counted the night watch until the sky began to lighten, and even buttoned his robes wrong twice.

At this moment, gazing at the collarbone faintly visible beneath her beloved's half-open robe, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

"I arrived...just as dawn was breaking."

He lowered his eyes and stared at the loose belt around Sui Si's waist, afraid that if he looked any longer, he would reveal the burning emotions in his eyes.

Sui Si, however, was not about to let him off easily, and slowly paced around him.

Her fingertips lightly traced Jun Sui's crisp shoulder line, then wandered along the edge of his wide sleeves:

"A dignified demon emperor, standing like a waiting-for-husband stone at my doorstep so early in the morning?"

He suddenly lunged forward, bracing one hand against the pillar behind Jun Sui, trapping him in his arms.

As he tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushed against Jun Sui's reddened earlobe.

"Tell me, what method do you plan to use to break down my defenses?"

Startled by the sudden approach, Jun Sui instinctively took a half step back, his lower back hitting a pillar with a dull thud.

Realizing his actions, he frantically pulled a paper package from his sleeve, the sweet aroma of pastries mingling with his flustered state.

"You...your favorite glutinous rice balls!"

The oil paper package was still warm from his body. When he carefully handed it over, his voice trembled with a pleading tone.

"I would stand guard in front of the pastry shop at three quarters pastry hour, watching the master chef steam the pastries fresh."

Sui Si took the oil paper package and deliberately opened it slowly.

The snow-white pastries are sprinkled with fine powdered sugar, and their sweet aroma fills the air.

He picked up a piece of pastry and waved it in front of Jun Sui's eyes, then suddenly brought it close to the other's lips:

"Should we feed it to the Demon Emperor first?"

Seeing that Jun Sui's ears were almost burning, she chuckled and withdrew her hand, "But considering this sincerity..."

He fed the pastries to himself, but deliberately brushed his tongue against Jun Sui's fingertips. "Not bad. From now on, I, the sect leader, will eat them steaming hot every day at 3:45 a.m.

Jun Sui stood frozen in place, the lingering warmth from his fingertips burning his skin, even his earlobes turning red all the way to his neck.

As Sui Si turned to walk into the house, she deliberately let the hem of her moon-white robe brush against his calf, casually tossing out a sentence:

"Oh, right, come over and help me comb my hair."

This casual instruction made Jun Sui instantly overjoyed, and he almost jogged to catch up, his black wide sleeves billowing in a cheerful arc behind him.

In front of the dressing table, Sui Si casually sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, still slightly disheveled from being used as a pillow.

Jun Sui's hand holding the sandalwood comb trembled slightly. When his fingertips brushed against the back of Sui Si's neck, he felt Sui Si's body tremble slightly.

He held his breath and tried to straighten his long hair, but he couldn't control his strength and the ends of his hair got tangled several times.

"Clumsy."

Sui Si indulged in her teasing, while Jun Sui's flushed face and focused eyes were reflected in the mirror.

As the comb finally passed through the last knot in his hair, Sui Si suddenly grabbed his wrist and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckle.

"Asi!"

Jun Sui's exclamation was punctuated by a crack, and the comb fell "clatter" onto the bronze mirror.

Sui Si smiled, her eyes crinkling, and gently bit his hand, saying, "You're flustered like this just from a kiss?"

He looked up at Jun Sui, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight, "What if in the future..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Sui hurriedly covered her mouth, the temperature from his fingertips burning her.

Jun Sui took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, tied the braided hairband into Sui Si's hair.

The deep blue silk was embroidered with flowing cloud patterns in silver threads, which was exactly the style that Sui Si loved the most.

He gazed nervously at his reflection in the mirror:

"Does it look good?"

Before he could finish speaking, Sui Si hooked his neck around his neck, and their noses almost touched.

"Barely getting by."

Sui Si's voice was low and husky as he traced his thumb along Jun Sui's reddened lips, "But the reward..."

He suddenly leaned in and lightly kissed the crimson hue, deliberately biting the other's lower lip with his teeth before quickly letting go.

"Give it to me now."

Jun Sui's eyes widened, his cheeks flushed red, and even the tips of his ears felt hot.

Sui Si had already stood up, intertwined her fingers and took his hand: "Come on, try your osmanthus cake with the new tea."

He deliberately shook his clasped hands and whispered in Jun Sui's ear, his warm breath tickling her.

"If you can surprise me again tonight..." she trailed off, "the reward will be doubled."

Jun Sui suddenly stopped in his tracks and almost fell into Sui Si's arms.

The morning light gilded the silhouettes of the two holding hands, and the copper bells under the eaves began to tinkle again, startling the birds roosting in the trees.

Looking at Jun Sui's flustered and shy appearance, Sui Si couldn't help but lower her head and plant a kiss on the top of his head, then playfully rubbed against him:

"You get shy so easily, what will you do in the future?"

When the two reached the dining hall, Sui Si suddenly stopped and pinned Jun Sui against the wall.

Before the other could react, another kiss landed. This time it wasn't a light peck, but a deep, lingering kiss, until Jun Sui was breathless before she let go.

Looking at Jun Sui's watery eyes and swollen lips, Sui Si smiled with satisfaction: "Remember, this is prepaid interest."

Looking at the person across from him laughing so freely, Jun Sui suddenly felt that even if he had to wait for a thousand years, it would be worth it.

Looking at the lingering blush on Jun Sui's ears, Sui Si secretly thought that in the days to come, he would have to "bully" this "limited edition" immature demon emperor properly.

The morning light, like flowing golden nectar, slowly seeped in along the patterns of the carved window lattice, creating dappled light spots on the sandalwood dining table.

Sui Si picked up the celadon teacup, the rim still glistening with dew-like droplets. He took a small sip, and the bitterness of the tea mixed with the sweet aroma of rice melted on his tongue.

He looked up at Jun Sui, who was sitting upright opposite him.

The Demon Emperor's taut shoulders almost stretched the black fabric of his robes into wrinkles, and even his usually arrogant eyes were lowered, only daring to steal glances at his disheveled hair.