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

Moonlight spilled into the bamboo forest, and all around was so quiet that the only sound could be the wind rustling through the bamboo leaves.

Ji Chaoxi buried herself in the quilt, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

How is Senior Brother's injury...?

He lived in the yard next to hers, but they had barely spoken since the last time.

Ji Chaoxi felt a tightness in her chest. She knew that her senior brother acted that way because of his inner demons, but she still felt very awkward.

She simply picked up the Sword Heart Stone and prepared to practice her swordsmanship in the bamboo forest.

"Squeak—"

The gate to the courtyard made a sound, and Ji Chaoxi looked up and froze.

Under the old pine tree not far away, Wen Shubai stood with his back to her, still wearing that moon-white Taoist robe. The moonlight cast a long shadow of him, making him look extremely lonely.

Hearing the sound, Wen Shubai turned around, and their eyes met instantly, the air freezing in mid-air.

Wen Shubai's eyes still held the lingering fatigue, and his tense jawline trembled slightly when he saw Ji Chaoxi.

"Junior Sister." His voice was a little hoarse, breaking the deathly silence.

"Senior Brother, you're still awake?" Ji Chaoxi whispered.

Wen Shubai remained silent for a while before responding softly. He dared not look at her again, his gaze only lingering on the ends of her hair that were slightly ruffled by the wind.

Last time in his room, due to his inner demons spiraling out of control, he almost...

That intense desire and insane possessiveness still linger in his blood, making him feel utterly despicable.

The two stood a short distance apart, chatting casually.

"Senior Brother, does your wound still hurt?" Ji Chaoxi asked, stepping on the pebbles.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Wen Shubai said softly.

"oh."

The atmosphere quieted down again.

Wen Shubai lowered his eyes, his voice filled with bitterness: "Junior Sister, I'm sorry for everything that happened before... I was rude to you last time, I'm sorry."

Ji Chaoxi was taken aback. She remembered the hot breath hitting her earlobe and coughed awkwardly, "It's okay, Senior Brother."

She asked curiously, "Senior Brother, what exactly is your inner demon?"

It has such great power.

Wen Shubai's breath hitched.

His face was somewhat pale, and his voice trembled slightly: "It's just some old news."

He looked at Ji Chaoxi in the moonlight. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed, with a slight red mark on her face. Her eyes were bright, and she would glance at him from time to time.

At this moment, Wen Shubai really wanted to reach out and hug her, but things were different now...

His hands were tucked into his sleeves, his fingertips turning slightly white from restraint. In the end, he only took half a step forward, but still didn't embrace her.

The two stood side by side, a palpable tension filling the air.

They talked about everything from the Sword Heart Stone to the red berries on the back mountain, and then from the cranes to the fish in the Tianjue Sect's pond.

"That crane's call wasn't very pleasant," Ji Chaoxi whispered.

Wen Shubai's voice was a little tight: "The other crane's voice is more pleasant. Junior Sister, I'll take you to hear it next time."

"Um."

They didn't know what to talk about, but neither of them wanted to leave, so they just kept chatting about these trivial things.

The two were so close that their arms would brush against each other with the slightest movement.

Each time their arms brushed against each other, their bodies would stiffen, but neither of them would move away, letting the warm friction continue.

What's most unsettling is when your hands are hanging down at your sides.

The conversation continued intermittently, the two voices carried on the breeze.

"Clatter."

Ji Chaoxi's hand accidentally bumped into Wen Shubai's knuckles. His hand was very hot, and her hand involuntarily curled up.

Wen Shubai did not dodge. In fact, the next time their hands collided, he subtly slowed his breathing, letting the back of his hand touch hers.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, completely enveloping the two of them.

After returning to her room, Ji Chaoxi closed the door and happily rolled around on the bed a few times.

She made up with her senior brother!

Wen Shubai, standing under the tree in the moonlight, had been standing for a long time. He looked at the back of his hand that had just been brushed against, and his heart was pounding.

The next morning, Ji Chaoxi went to training with the other disciples.

In the afternoon, she joined the other elders in a spiritual training session.

She didn't see Wen Shubai all day.

When the afternoon training ended, Ji Chaoxi quickly stopped the Second Elder, who was rubbing his big belly.

"Second Elder, do you know where our eldest brother went?"

The Second Elder had eaten too much and his face was pale. He waved his hand and said, "Miss Ji, how would I know if you don't know?"

Ji Chaoxi frowned and stared at the Second Elder. What was he saying? She didn't understand.

The entire Tianjue Sect was shrouded in the setting sun. Ji Chaoxi searched for a long time and finally found Wen Shubai in the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

He was sitting cross-legged on a blue stone deep in the bamboo forest, his body emanating a chaotic sword aura. The remnants of the inner demons from yesterday's Inquiry into the Heart were still rampaging through his meridians.

Ji Chaoxi looked at it for a while, then looked at the Chongli Sword on the ground. The Chongli Sword was emitting a faint spiritual energy. She gently touched it, and the Chongli Sword suddenly trembled violently.

In an instant, Ji Chaoxi was pulled into a vast white sea of ​​consciousness by a gentle force.

Ji Chaoxi had expected to see a desolate scene or an abyss, but when she saw the view in front of her, she was stunned.

In the center of his churning sea of ​​consciousness, Wen Shubai sat on an illusory bamboo couch, his slender hand clutching a pale yellow dress.

He had long since shed the mask of restraint that others perceived him to be. He lowered his head, sinking deep into the soft fabric, greedily absorbing the lingering scent within.

His movements were very slow, yet they revealed an intense possessiveness. His fingertips rubbed against the dress, his eyes glazed over.

This was an expression he had never shown in front of her before—obsessive, frantic, and filled with intense longing.

Through her sea of ​​consciousness, Ji Chaoxi felt the viscous emotion burning towards her fingertips along with her spiritual energy.

"Snap—"

The sword heart stone suddenly fell to the ground.

The connection between consciousness and the mind was severed instantly.

Wen Shubai, sitting on the bluestone, suddenly opened his eyes. In his bloodshot eyes, there was still a trace of desire that hadn't faded away.

Wen Shubai's gaze lingered on Ji Chaoxi, who was blushing not far away.

The air froze completely.

Wen Shubai's hand trembled slightly. He didn't know whether to hide his hand or put it down. His face visibly turned pale.

"Xixi..."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, tinged with a sense of embarrassment: "Junior Sister... it's not what you think..."

He didn't expect his junior sister to come looking for him. He wanted to get rid of the remnants of his inner demons, but he didn't know why he had fallen for them again.