Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Before opening her eyes, Wu Tongxue first smelled a familiar scent.

She opened her eyes shakily and met a pair of eyes that were subconsciously familiar.

Unable to recall, Wu Tongxue frowned subconsciously. How could she not remember?

"What are you doing?"

There was no panic or fear; they simply expressed their curiosity and questions calmly.

Yan Liang reached out and pinched his cheek; it was soft and smooth. He chuckled softly, "Good boy."

Facing his wife, he felt only boundless tenderness, unable to bear losing his temper even slightly, and sighed silently, "There are many bad people outside."

"I'll be back as soon as possible." What would happen to his frail and pitiful wife without his protection?

He might be taken advantage of by bad people and still have to express his gratitude, just like tonight, which made him sigh.

"Go back to sleep and have sweet dreams," he said softly.

Wu Tongxue drifted off to sleep again, continuing her sweet dream, a sweet smile curving her lips.

Such a wife is truly a dilemma; there's only one thing he needs to do: pamper and protect her so she can blossom into a beautiful flower.

Yan Liang carefully tucked him in before reluctantly leaving.

He will be back soon, and I will openly and honestly cherish him as his husband.

As for the other wild men who climb the wall... he has other ways to deal with them.

Wu Tongxue slept for a long time, and when she opened her eyes the next day and saw someone, she thought she was dreaming.

Bai Jingfan staggered as he pushed open the door, and when he looked up, he met the gaze of Wu Tongxue, who had just sat up on the bed.

The person on the bed had long, black hair that was loosely draped over their shoulders. A small blush appeared at the corner of their eyes, which was almost too intense. Their clear eyes were slightly watery, and their exposed neck was delicate and snow-white.

Bai Jingfan's gaze moved around everywhere, and wherever it landed, it seemed as if his eyes were being burned. He quickly looked away, a blush rising on his face, and simply lowered his head.

“I knocked on the door but no one answered. The gate to the courtyard was locked from the inside. I was worried something had happened to you, so…”

He paused slightly, his voice lower, "and then broke down the door."

Bai Jingfan hadn't felt awkward in a long time, but now, under Wu Tongxue's gaze, he felt unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

Bai Jingfan: "I'm sorry."

Wu Tongxue threw off the covers, slipped on her slippers and walked out. She stood beside him and glanced at the courtyard gate. Fortunately, it didn't look broken.

She glanced at Bai Jingfan and couldn't help but laugh out loud, her voice clear and melodious, "You're just worried about me, how could I blame you?"

"Did you come to see me because of something?"

His gaze was gentle and warm, and Bai Jingfan's anxiety dissipated. In front of "her", he was always at a loss, as long as he didn't feel clumsy.

"I'm planning to find a place to paint today, do you want to come with me?"

Given their status, this invitation was far too direct, and Wu Tongxue couldn't help but look at him.

Bai Jingfan adjusted his glasses, his expression gentle and extremely calm.

If you ignore his curled fingers, this is what it looks like.

Wu Tongxue noticed that he had dressed up deliberately today; the details of his ordinary clothes were perfect, including the curve of every fold.

His figure was as graceful as jade, as upright as a pine tree, and his refined elegance was imbued with the unique agility and grace of youth. He possessed a strong scholarly air and a clean and clear temperament.

He can easily win people's favor if he wants to.

The courtyard was sunny and clean, with small items scattered around. The greenery in the fenced-off area on the side was lush and beautiful.

Wu Tongxue looked around the courtyard and pointed to a recliner in the corner. "Can I paint there?"

Bai Jingfan looked over and said, "Okay."

"Then you can draw there." Wu Tongxue looked at him, her hand on the doorknob. "Could you go out first?"

Bai Jingfan took a step back, stepped across the threshold, and the door closed in front of him.

He touched his nose, and remembering the not-so-thin pajamas he was wearing, he blushed and inwardly cursed his own recklessness.

He also worried that he might be misunderstood as some lecherous scoundrel.

Although he did seem a bit impatient, he really was...

"What are you doing?" Wu Tongxue appeared in a white dress, looking pure and beautiful. She tilted her head to look at him, wondering why he had that expression.

Bai Jingfan quickly shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm just getting some inspiration!"

She was as beautiful as an elf, dreamlike and lovely, making him hold his breath, afraid of disturbing her.

That was just an excuse; I'm actually having a burst of inspiration right now.

People would pass by his house during this time, but Huo Tongzhou would avoid them and wouldn't come over at that time.

After washing up, Wu Tongxue went to the kitchen and took out two yellow steamed buns that had been kept warm in a steamer. They were fragrant, soft, and sweet.

Bai Jingfan sat in the courtyard painting, looking very serious.

The neat and tidy courtyard became even more charming and interesting in his writing, colorful and full of vitality.

He brought different colored pens today on purpose.

Bai Jingfan glanced at the person standing beside him, his pen stopped, and his gaze softened. "Shall I teach you?"

Wu Tongxue blinked, still holding the steamed bun she was about to hand him, a little tempted, "Wouldn't that be a bit troublesome?"

Bai Jingfan quickly replied, "It's very simple, I believe in your talent."

Wu Tongxue meant to ask if it would be too much trouble for him, but he didn't expect it to be interpreted in another way. However, he didn't explain and just went along with what he said.

He was curious about how talent was assessed. "How do you assess it?"

Bai Jingfan calmly replied, "Intuition."

Wu Tongxue: "?"

Forget it.

He handed over two steamed buns, saying, "If you're not in a hurry, eat something first."

Bai Jingfan was flattered and surprised, never expecting to eat something made by "her". He put down his paintbrush and accepted the bowl containing two steamed buns with both hands, saying, "Thank you."

In fact, Huo Tongzhou made this for Wu Tongxue. He found that Wu Tongxue liked it, so he made more than he needed and still had quite a lot in stock.

After finishing their cornbread, Bai Jingfan began to teach Wu Tongxue about painting.

There are no magic formulas, only techniques.

Other aspects of history and development were glossed over. During this special period, we need to be extra careful about many things, or we might get ourselves into trouble.

Bai Jingfan didn't want these things to involve Wu Tongxue, and even asked him to keep his painting studies a secret, since their identities were not suitable for too much interaction at the moment.

As a scholar, Bai Jingfan was well aware of the importance of reputation and did not want anything dirty to taint him.

Wu Tongxue also wanted to keep this matter a secret, as she didn't want to face the chaotic situation for the time being.

As lunchtime approached, Bai Jingfan reluctantly left. Wu Tongxue didn't try to stop him, but simply arranged a time for their next study session.

Not long after Bai Jingfan left, Huo Tongzhou arrived.

They entered the kitchen as if they knew the way inside.

Wu Tongxue sat under the eaves, eating the sponge cake that Huo Tongzhou had just brought, to tide her over.

Huo Tongzhou noticed no trace of anyone else coming. He was stirring a large iron wok with his hands, the veins on his arms bulging, showing his powerful strength.

She quickly and methodically cooked three dishes, then brought out a soup, specially made to nourish Wu Tongxue's body.

"Come and eat," he called to the person who was standing under the eaves in a daze.

Wu Tongxue's thoughts were interrupted.