Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

The poison on the city defense map seeped into his skin, and Yan Jinyu collapsed in the alley. If Pei Jianzhi hadn't led his men to find him, he would probably be a corpse by now.

Although the poison has been neutralized, Yan Jinyu is still somewhat weak.

Under Pei Jianzhi's repeated urging, Yan Jinyu handed over all his affairs to Pei Jianzhi and returned to Baima Temple to heal his injuries.

With Yunrong helping him take care of his health, he will recover faster.

"That's good, then I can rest assured." Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Jinyu looked at her with surprise.

Was she concerned about him?

"I brought some things that I would like to give to you, young master." Chu Yun looked at Yan Jinyu expectantly.

Judging from the way you look, you want to come inside and sit for a while.

Even though Yan Jinyu didn't want to see Chu Yun, he had already seen her. So he didn't insist on inviting her into the house. Otherwise, if she sincerely came to express her gratitude, how could he not even let her in?

"Please come in, young lady." Yan Jinyu stepped aside slightly, making room for her.

Chu Yun smiled and said, "Thank you, young master."

"Only one young lady may enter," Yan Jinyu added coldly.

Qingyuan and Qingying stiffened slightly.

Chu Yun was also a little surprised, but she quickly composed herself. "You guys wait outside, just give me the things."

Yan Jinyu had already turned around and returned to her room.

Chu Yun followed them inside, carrying the box.

Yan Jinyu's room was neat and tidy, with no unnecessary furniture.

There was a bed on the west side, and not far from the foot of the bed was a bookshelf filled with books.

In the center of the room was a table and several stools. The east wall was covered with all kinds of weapons, including swords, guns, and knives, which dazzled the eyes.

Chu Yun glanced at it briefly before looking away.

"Please sit down," Yan Jinyu said as she sat down in the chair.

Chu Yun: "Thank you."

She placed the box on the table and slowly sat down.

The awkward atmosphere between the two of them slowly emerged.

Yan Jinyu was not a talkative person. Except in front of Yun Rong, he didn't exchange many pleasantries with Pei Jianzhi on ordinary days.

Chu Yun goes without saying; her character is that of a sickly young lady who is naive and doesn't go out often. Apart from the Xie sisters, her only close friend is Cui Siwan.

It would be difficult to get a young lady from a wealthy family like this, who would rather live a life of luxury and never leave her home, to talk much, especially to become familiar with a man she had only met three times.

Therefore, after the two sat down, they were speechless for a moment.

Chu Yun scrutinized Yan Jinyu's expression, but aside from his deep eyes and pale lips, she couldn't discern anything.

"Young master, you went to great lengths to save me that day. I brought some pastries and would like to invite you to try them." Since she had come to him herself, it wouldn't be good to say nothing, so Chu Yun braced herself and spoke.

As she spoke, she opened the food box.

Chu Yun spoke, and Yan Jinyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly relaxed his hands on his lap and parted his lips slightly: "Okay."

Upon seeing Chu Yun's beautiful face, Yan Jinyu paused, looked away, and stared at the table.

Then I saw slender white fingers reach into the food box, and with a slight curl of the orchid-like fingers, take out a plate from the box.

Yan Jinyu felt a strange pang of reluctance to let such a pair of hands, untouched by the elements, carry her pastries.

The moon is so pure and noble; no one should drag her down to the mortal world.

That person, as pure as crystal, was now tainted by the mundane realities of life.

Yan Jinyu could see clearly that when Chu Yun handed him the plate, the moment she looked up, her eyes were clear and bright, as if stars were twinkling in them.

Moreover, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Yan Jinyu suddenly had an absurd thought—Lin Chuyun seemed very happy to see him.

But he quickly dismissed the idea in his mind.

How could that be? We've only met three times.

Forcibly suppressing this absurd idea, Yan Jinyu took the plate.

Although it was just a fleeting thought, it left a mark on Yan Jinyu's heart, waiting only for the day when it would be confirmed.

Yan Jinyu took the pastry, her fingers accidentally brushing against Chu Yun's fingertips.

The tiny point of contact felt like an electric current, surging through Yan Jinyu's heart.

He abruptly withdrew his hand, picked up a piece of pastry, and put it in his mouth.

He spit the pastry out whole, without tasting anything, and choked quite badly.

Yan Jinyu was too embarrassed to pour tea, so she forced herself to swallow it.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask and his collar was high enough that no one could see the veins bulging on his forehead and neck.

After he finally managed to swallow it, Chu Yun's tea was brought to his side.

"Young master, would you like a cup of tea?" Yan Jinyu heard Chu Yun's soft, gentle voice.

"Thank you."

I feel much better after drinking the tea.

Yan Jinyu calmly put down her teacup.

"What do you think of the pastries, young master?" Chu Yun asked again.

Yan Jinyu's body stiffened.

"Very good!"

Besides these two words, Yan Jinyu really had no other adjectives to describe it, since he really couldn't taste anything at all. After drinking the tea, all he could taste was a faint aroma of tea.

Although Chu Yun was somewhat disappointed, considering his personality, she thought that getting those two words was already a good thing.

"Since you like them, young master, please accept these pastries," Chu Yun said tentatively.

Yan Jinyu nodded, "Okay."

After the conversation about eating pastries ended, the two became distant again.

But at least the two of them exchanged a few words, and the atmosphere wasn't as stiff and cold as it had been at the beginning.

Chu Yun spoke first, gazing at the weapons hanging on the wall, and asked, "Does the young master enjoy practicing martial arts?"

The topic shift was abrupt, which shows how hard Chu Yun worked.

Yan Jinyu followed her gaze to the wall full of weapons. "I've practiced martial arts since I was a child, so it's not a matter of liking or disliking it."

"What books have you read, young master? I see many books in your room, so you must be a book lover," Chu Yun asked.

Yan Jinyu turned to look at her and casually replied, "I only know a few words."

Chu Yun nodded, then asked, "Has the young master always lived here?"

Yan Jinyu stared into Chu Yun's eyes, her gaze full of inquiry. "I don't live here often; it's just a temporary place to stay."

Chu Yun opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Jinyu.

"What exactly does the young lady want to ask?"

Chu Yun subconsciously clenched her handkerchief, fearing that Yan Jinyu would see through her thoughts. She lowered her eyes and said intermittently, "I... I have no ill intentions. I just want to learn more about you, young master, after all, you have done me a great favor."

Yan Jinyu frowned. "Knowing too much about me is not good for you."

These words were rather harsh, and Chu Yun's face flashed with embarrassment. She bit her lip and suddenly stood up. "It was...it was my rudeness. Please forgive me, young master. I...I'll leave right away."

Her voice sounded aggrieved, with a tremor at the end, which inexplicably made people feel a little sorry for her.

After saying that, she fled in panic, her steps slightly unsteady, as if some ferocious beast was chasing her.

Yan Jinyu did not try to stop her, but stared intently at her back, his eyes flashing slightly.

Lin Chuyun, what exactly do you want to do?

Why do I sometimes not understand you?