The Big Boss Is Obsessed With Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Yan Zhao possessed an exceptionally breathtaking beauty and favored wearing gowns of an equally vibrant crimson. Yet, her temperament was profoundly cold and detached. She was much like her own sword a blade of flawless white jade, adorned with a deep red tassel. This juxtaposition of extreme vibrancy and extreme cold wove together a singular, mesmerizing allure.

Her fingertips were cold as well.

As she placed her hand over Hua Ying’s, she rotated her wrist, leading her through a graceful sword flourish. Though it was merely an introductory sword style a basic sequence of moves it seemed to possess immense power in Yan Zhao’s hands. She moved as elegantly as a startled swan and as supple as a swimming dragon.

Yan Zhao finished the stance and lowered her head slightly to look at Hua Ying. “Did you remember everything?”

Hua Ying thought to herself: I was too busy looking at your beauty, Senior Sister. Who cares about some damn sword style?

She gave a sheepish smile. “Could Senior Sister teach me one more time?”

For some reason, Yan Zhao found her reaction somewhat amusing. A corner of her lips curved upward as she placed her other hand on Hua Ying’s head, applying a slight pressure to make her look straight ahead.

“Concentrate,” she whispered into Hua Ying’s ear, her voice low and pleasant to the soul.

Three hours later, Hua Ying clutched her waist which was aching intensely after the strenuous exercise and said in a soft, weak voice, “Senior Sister, I can’t go on.”

Yan Zhao gave her a fleeting glance. “Be good. Do it one more time.”

The System chimed in:  I feel like your conversation is getting a bit strange, but I have no evidence.

Hua Ying shook her head repeatedly, piteously tugging at Yan Zhao’s sleeve. “Senior Sister…”

“I’ve already memorized it all,” she said, swaying slightly as if acting spoiled. “Can we continue practicing tomorrow?”

To prove her point, she performed the Fire-Ignition Technique and the introductory sword style once more. Compared to when she started, there was indeed a world of difference. The little half-demon’s face was covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed, and strands of damp black hair clung to her forehead, making her look even more adorable.

Hua Ying stared unblinkingly at Yan Zhao until, for once, Yan Zhao’s heart softened. She sheathed her white jade sword. “Fine. Go and rest.”

Those watery, round eyes instantly lit up. Hua Ying suddenly stepped forward and threw her arms around Yan Zhao’s waist. “I knew Senior Sister was the best!”

The distance between them vanished instantly. Unlike when they were practicing, a soft warmth pressed into Yan Zhao’s embrace. They stood face-to-face in an intimate yet relaxed posture.

Yan Zhao froze on the spot. The surroundings were silent so quiet that one could almost hear their breathing. Somewhere, a heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

However, Yan Zhao was soon distracted by something else. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out to touch Hua Ying’s head. “Your… ears?”

A pair of pinkish cat ears appeared beneath her fingertips. As her finger brushed against the tender inner side, the ears twitched slightly. Everyone in the Liuyun Sect knew that the other half of Hua Ying’s demon lineage came from a weak-powered cat demon. But this was the first time Yan Zhao had seen her manifest these feline traits.

“Ah!” Hua Ying quickly let go of Yan Zhao and covered the cat ears on her head, saying in a panicked voice, “You mustn’t look.”

The ears were very soft. Yan Zhao rubbed them once, as if possessed. “Why?”

Hua Ying lowered her long eyelashes and whispered despondently, “I’ll be beaten.”

No one liked an outlier. Upon seeing her ears, others would only sneer, ostracize, and ridicule her. In the world of cultivation, the strong were revered; the outer disciples of the Liuyun Sect took particular pleasure in bullying the weakest one among them Hua Ying.

The pair of cat ears drooped halfway, looking incredibly pitiable. Yan Zhao frowned. “No, you won’t.”

“As long as I am here,” she withdrew her hand and rested it on the hilt of her white jade sword, “no one will dare touch you.”

Hua Ying flicked her furry ears and stared with round eyes. She pointed to them and asked, “Then… does Senior Sister like them?”

Yan Zhao’s gaze swept over the top of her head and fell back into those expectant, joyful eyes. “I don’t dislike them,” she said.

The little half-demon carried many old, hidden injuries remnants of the bullying she had endured. Yan Zhao felt that as the Eldest Senior Sister, she had been too focused on her own cultivation and had neglected the situation of the junior sisters below her; it was truly a dereliction of duty.

Thus, after letting Hua Ying go back to rest, she spent the entire afternoon refining several high-grade spiritual pills.

As she headed toward Hua Ying with the pills, Yan Zhao suddenly thought about how easily the little half-demon was satisfied. She had been so happy just to have a new room; how delighted would she be when she saw high-grade pills? Would she show those soft cat ears again?

Lost in thought, Yan Zhao didn’t notice she had already reached Hua Ying’s door. She knocked, but there was no answer. After a moment’s hesitation, she pushed the door open. It was unlatched and gave way easily.

“Hua Ying?”

The room was empty, but steam was rising from behind a screen in the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of splashing water. So, she was bathing.

Yan Zhao had practiced Taoism for many years and could remove any impurities with a mere flick of her finger using a Cleansing Charm. She had forgotten that for a little half-demon whose Fire-Ignition Technique was abysmal, a Cleansing Charm was likely out of reach.

Just as Yan Zhao was about to leave the pills and depart, a slender shadow was suddenly cast upon the screen. A fair, lotus-root-like arm reached out from behind it, water droplets clinging to the skin and dripping from the fingertips. Her nails were unpainted, showing a clean, pale pink.

Hua Ying reached for the clothes draped over the screen, seemingly unaware that someone else was in the room. As she stepped out further, Yan Zhao abruptly closed her eyes and spoke: “Wait.”

The little half-demon was startled. It took her a moment to react. “Senior Sister?”

“It’s me.”

Yan Zhao suddenly felt that perhaps because the little half-demon had just finished bathing, the room was so filled with steam that even she felt a bit flushed. “I have something for you. Get dressed first.”

With her eyes closed, her other senses seemed magnified. Yan Zhao listened to the rustling sounds beside her and couldn’t help but recall that brief glimpse the girl standing on her tiptoes, the graceful lines of her calves, and that glimpse of a slender white waist through the hazy mist…

“Senior Sister!” The crisp shout cut through her thoughts.

A moist, fresh fragrance unique to someone who had just bathed suddenly invaded the air. Hua Ying hid a sly smile in her eyes while asking innocently, “Senior Sister, why aren’t you opening your eyes to look at me?”

Yan Zhao pursed her lips, took a quick glance at the now fully dressed Hua Ying, and said seriously, “Next time you bathe, remember to lock the door.”

Knowing the same trick wouldn’t work twice, Hua Ying obediently agreed. She knew exactly what her advantages were, so she purposefully left her long hair loose and damp, looking up at Yan Zhao with equally moist eyes. As she raised her hand to tidy her dark hair, she “accidentally” revealed her fragile, slender wrist.

“Senior Sister, what did you want to give me?”

Yan Zhao handed her the medicine bottle. “These are pills I refined. They can heal your internal injuries and clear your meridians.”

The bottle emitted a faint golden glow, and a thread of clear fragrance drifted into the air clearly no ordinary item. Hua Ying’s eyes curved into smiles. “Thank you, Senior Sister! Senior Sister is the best!”

To show her sincerity, she immediately took one and swallowed it. A strange fragrance spread through her mouth, tasting a bit like a candy drop. As the pill entered her stomach, Hua Ying felt her waist stop aching and her legs stop hurting; she felt like she could perform ten sword sets in one breath!

Before she could praise Yan Zhao further, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, as if she had just downed several pounds of strong liquor.

Hua Ying was shocked. What’s going on? This pill has a delayed kick?

System: Detecting that this pill contains a significant amount of Silver-Eggplant Grass. Good luck, my treasure.

Hua Ying shook her head, asking muzzily, “What… what is Silver-Eggplant Grass?”

System: Peppermint. Or rather, the cultivation world’s enhanced, spirit-infused version: Catnip Plus.

Hua Ying: “…” Thank you so much.

As Yan Zhao was preparing to leave, she saw the little half-demon’s sweet smile suddenly freeze after swallowing the pill. A deep flush crept over her small face, and her pupils began to dilate slightly.

Hua Ying staggered and fell into Yan Zhao’s arms, whispering weakly, “Senior Sister…”

Seeing this, Yan Zhao’s beautiful brow furrowed deeply. Was there something wrong with the pills she refined? “Where does it hurt? I’ll take you to see Master.”

She held the dizzy girl in her arms, preparing to head to the Sect Leader. Just as her palm pressed against Hua Ying’s waist.

Poof—! A soft sound echoed.

Hua Ying’s figure vanished instantly. In Yan Zhao’s arms, there was now a snow-white kitten, let out a soft “wu-wu” cry and staring up at her with dazed, misty eyes.

Hua Ying: ???

Yan Zhao: !!!

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