Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Ji Chaoxi began to learn how to take care of Xie Qingyan.

But she's not very good at taking care of people, and she often works up a sweat but still can't do it well.

But Xie Qingyan always said that she took exceptionally good care of him, and Ji Chaoxi didn't know exactly what he did to make her so good. Because even when he was injured, he still helped her get dressed and put on her shoes.

"Miss Ji, may I lean on you for a while?" His voice was hoarse and sounded somewhat weak.

"sure."

Ji Chaoxi obediently let him lean on her.

Her brows furrowed slightly. Xie Qingyan seemed to be seriously injured this time. Weren't his junior brothers coming to heal him?

Xie Qingyan gently pressed his lips against the crook of her neck, his lips brushing lightly against the side of her neck. Ji Chaoxi sensed something was amiss, her ears turning red. She tried to pull away a little, but Xie Qingyan only held her tighter.

Ji Chaoxi stared longingly at the ceiling.

She remembered that dream again.

Does Xie Qingyan even realize how dangerous his situation is?

She's a female ghost who can absorb yang energy; it's like the prey ran right into the hunter's hands!

Ji Chaoxi felt she couldn't continue like this. Although she usually liked to bully people, she was still a relatively upright ghost when it came to this kind of thing.

"Thank you... Master Xie, it's dangerous for me to get so close." Ji Chaoxi cleared her throat.

"Danger?"

Ji Chaoxi didn't dare look at him, nodded haphazardly, and decided to make things clear: "It's very dangerous for a Taoist priest to be so close to a female ghost!"

But Xie Qingyan didn't distance himself from her; instead, he got even closer to her.

Xie Qingyan's voice carried a hint of amusement: "If it were Miss Ji, she would do anything for me."

Ji Chaoxi choked and fell silent.

In an unknown corner, a Taoist priest and a parrot were chirping incessantly.

The parrot ghost met Zhixuan at some point, and the two hit it off immediately, even sharing the same interest in cursing.

The parrot ghost sat in the birdcage in the house: "She's such an idiot. She got taken advantage of and then felt sorry for the other person."

Zhi Xuan sighed: "This can't be entirely Miss Ji's fault. Senior Brother is really inhuman; he would even resort to such methods."

The parrot demon shouted, "Such a clumsy method! Anyone could figure it out in a minute! She's the only one who can't understand it. I've never seen such a stupid person!"

It was heartbreaking to see a ghost being completely outmaneuvered by a Taoist priest.

Zhi Xuan also felt that this couldn't go on. His senior brother had been sick for more than half a month. How long did he plan to stay sick?

But every time he went to see his senior brother, his senior brother wouldn't even let him in the door, so he could only call out from outside the courtyard.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Senior—Brother—!"

His response was still silence.

The parrot ghost trotted back and jumped onto Zhixuan's shoulder.

"Your senior brother is here, but he's ignoring you!"

Zhi Xuan frowned: "What about Miss Ji?"

Miss Ji couldn't possibly ignore him; before the parrot ghost appeared, Miss Ji was the only one in the courtyard willing to listen to his rambling.

The parrot-like ghost sighed knowingly, "She's sleeping. That stinky Taoist priest set up a formation; she definitely can't hear him."

The two of them sighed heavily.

The room was quiet, and not a sound could be heard from outside. Xie Qingyan was meditating, and Ji Chaoxi was fast asleep beside him, hugging a blanket.

Suddenly, Ji Chaoxi woke up with a start. She was panting heavily, her face flushed an unnatural red, and even the tips of her ears were red enough to bleed.

Thinking about what she had just dreamed about, she was overwhelmed with shame and subconsciously touched her lips.

Isn't she a ghost? Why is she having so many dreams lately, and those kinds of dreams at that?

She used to say she was a proper ghost, but she's clearly not proper at all.

She looked up and met Xie Qingyan's gaze.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Xie Qingyan was looking down at her, and Ji Chaoxi's face instantly turned bright red. Had he been staring at her the whole time?

"Thank you... thank you, Taoist priest?"

"What's wrong, Miss Ji? You've been calling my name the whole time." A hint of a smile flashed in Xie Qingyan's eyes.

"Impossible!" Ji Chaoxi immediately denied.

She could never talk in her sleep; that's the only thing she's certain of.

Xie Qingyan was originally standing on the edge of the bed, but now he leaned forward and supported himself next to Ji Chaoxi, and an invisible pressure came over him.

As he approached, Ji Chaoxi had to lean back, but the bed was only so big, and Xie Qingyan ended up forcing her into a corner.

Ji Chaoxi's face turned bright red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

The scent of sandalwood drew ever closer.

"So you dreamt about me, Miss Ji?" His voice was cool, but at this moment it carried a hint of tenderness.

Xie Qingyan looked at Ji Chaoxi, whose eyes were darting around, a dark current surging in his eyes. His voice was somewhat coaxing: "Miss Ji, what did you dream about? You seem particularly nervous."

Ji Chaoxi's ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, but she also felt a little wronged. Xie Qingyan was usually so understanding, so she didn't know why he was forcing her to say it now.

She reached out to push him away, but Xie Qingyan grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips.

Ji Chaoxi was extremely nervous, while Xie Qingyan, seeing her humiliated state in the corner, had a morbid pleasure flash in his eyes.

"Get away from me!" Ji Chaoxi glared at him angrily.

Xie Qingyan chuckled softly. Instead of moving aside, he moved even closer.

"Did Miss Ji dream that you did something bad to me?"

Ji Chaoxi finally realized that Xie Qingyan must have guessed it.

She was so angry with Xie Qingyan that she burst into tears. She choked back sobs and cursed, "You stinking Taoist! You fake Taoist! You scoundrel Taoist!"

All that aloofness and composure is fake.

Xie Qingyan didn't coax her as usual. He slowly lowered his head and pressed his cool lips to her eyes.

"Mmm, Xixi smells good."

Ji Chaoxi felt his movement and her body stiffened instantly.

Xie Qingyan's kisses continued downwards, first to her nose, then her cheeks, and gradually slid to her earlobe. His hot breath sprayed all over her earlobe, and as if he had found a toy, his teeth lightly pressed against her earlobe.

Ji Chaoxi's face turned bright red. She didn't dare to look at him at all, and she gripped Xie Qingyan's clothes tightly with her hands.

Finally, Xie Qingyan looked at a certain place that he had repeatedly ravaged in his dream last time.

He looked down at Ji Chaoxi's reaction, gently placed his lips on hers, and then went further and further, prying open her teeth with his tongue, patiently licking and sucking, moving away again and again.

Ji Chaoxi's body slumped into the bed, her mind blank. Her slender neck tilted back unconsciously. She was short of breath and kept panting.

Xie Qingyan watched her reaction with near fascination, watching her eyelashes tremble with nervousness, watching the tears welling up in her eyes with shyness, watching her grip his hand tightly with helplessness.

This feeling of complete possession of her gave him a morbid sense of pleasure.

"Xixi, do you remember what I taught you in my dream?"

Xie Qingyan leaned close to her flushed ear, his voice full of tenderness.

Xie Qingyan also likes Xixi.