Transmigrated into a Poisonous Vixen

I transmigrated to ancient times for no apparent reason and met a handsome man. He’s bewitching, rather effeminate, and incredibly skilled at martial arts. He makes my heart race. He’s the notorious leader of the Demon Cult. I’m an outstanding employee of the Demon Cult. He’s a martial arts master with off-the-charts combat power. I’m a weakling with less than five points of defense. So why am I always the one caught in the eye of the storm? I try not to dwell on it, but I can’t forget. All I can do is shed endless tears... What kind of waves will a powerful, bewitching man and a carefree fool stir up together? Transmigration is risky, so be careful who you meet!