Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

She sat down on the other side and began her cultivation.

After cultivating for a while, she opened her eyes and looked around.

Still, amidst the piles of white bones... bewitching flowers bloomed.

Ji Qingyou looked around, then at Bai Yulong lying to one side.

Just like before, it's as if they've never left.

It's like a lifetime ago...

Thinking of this, a burst of white light emanated from his body, and his soul left the place...

Mission...complete...

She drifted into a daze, and when her mind cleared, she slowly opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by an antique atmosphere.

There was also a faint fragrance of wintersweet in the air.

Ji Qingyou sat up in bed. The quilt covering her was made of fine brocade, embroidered with butterflies playing with peonies.

Looking at the layout of the room, it was quite nice, antique and magnificent... It seemed to belong to a wealthy family.

She got up, picked up her clothes from the screen to the side, and put them on...

Judging from the style of the clothes, it should be from the Song Dynasty.

Good heavens, this one has neither memories nor plot.

Thirdly, you haven't lost your memory, but you can't completely pretend that you have!

This is really difficult.

Just as Ji Qingyou was worrying, the door opened.

A man walked in from outside.

It must have been winter, because he brought in a bit of a chill as soon as he came in.

"Wanmei, why did you get out of bed? If you're not feeling well, just sleep a little longer!"

The man was thin with bright eyes and prominent eyebrows. He walked up to Ji Qingyou, took her arm, and tried to get her back to the bed.

"I'm not feeling well because I keep falling asleep, so I'd like to get up and go for a walk!"

Ji Qingyou began to speak.

If he hadn't spoken, it would have been fine, but once he did, his voice startled Ji Qingyou.

That voice is so soft and gentle!

It was clearly the original owner's voice, but Ji Qingyou felt her body almost go numb.

Looking at the man in front of him, he seemed to be used to it!

He simply smiled affectionately and helped her to the soft couch.

"Then sit here and rest for a bit!"

As he spoke, he poured a cup of water from a warm teapot and handed it to Ji Qingyou.

"..."

Ji Qingyou took the water, feeling helpless. She had just gotten out of bed, and now she was already tired again. She was exasperated.

"It's all my fault. I kept dragging you to go snow play the other day, and that's why you got sick!"

The man sat down as well, looking at Ji Qingyou's face, and felt a pang of self-reproach.

"How can you blame me! I wanted to go out too!"

Ji Qingyou smiled slightly and quickly said.

"Wanmei!"

The man reached out and took her hand, which was resting on the table.

His eyes were filled with a slow, deep affection.

His expression was almost overflowing.

Ji Qingyou still had a smile on her lips, but her head was slightly lowered.

What the hell!

How embarrassing!

What should she do now?

Without memories or a storyline, they can only exist in this dry, unproductive way.

Seeing that she seemed shy, the man smiled.

"Wanmei, I'm going to see Mother in a bit. If you're bored, you can read the book I gave you."

The man checked the time; he had to go to his mother's place, or he would be late and things wouldn't be good.

"it is good!"