Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Half an hour later, the eunuch lifted the gauze curtain, and Jiang Xiyu came out wearing thin clothes.

His face was flushed by the steam from the hot spring, revealing his unusually red lips and white teeth. His long hair was draped behind him, still damp from being wiped dry.

Yuan Huan remained standing in the same spot, his eyes reddening, whether from the heat in the hall or something else.

Jiang Xiyu was helped to sit on a chair by a eunuch. He glanced at the young master's appearance and seemed amused, saying, "Why did you wait until now? The young master is about to cry."

"It's because Your Majesty smells so good," Yuan Huan teased cryptically.

The eunuchs trembled with fear upon hearing this, and immediately wished they could cover their ears and bury their heads as if they had never heard anything.

Jiang Xiyu suppressed her smile and silently rebuked him with the shape of her lips.

That outrageous remark was unheard by others, but only Yuan Huan could hear it.

The palace was still warm from the stove. The young emperor leaned back, his damp hair hanging down his side. When he looked up, the corners of his eyes looked red from being rubbed.

Everything he showed at that moment appeared so innocent.

Yuan Huan almost actually believed it.

The young emperor's voice, hoarse yet gentle, invited him: "Your Highness, have you been waiting so long? Would you like to come and wipe me down?"

Those words were like a whisper, like an intimate greeting to him, "Come here and smell me, do I smell good?"

Yuan Huan was tense and didn't bother with formalities.

He stepped forward and snatched the handkerchief from the eunuch's hand, then lowered his eyes and pretended not to understand, asking Jiang Xiyu, "What does His Majesty want me to wipe?"

That voice was even hoarser than his.

Jiang Xiyu raised his hand to signal the eunuch to leave, and then said, "Dry your hair, or what else would the young master like to dry?"

Yuan Huan glimpsed the young emperor's body through the hazy gauze curtain.

Those arcs still linger in my mind, including the sound they made when they entered the water. They constantly pluck at the string of reason, randomly and without any order, causing my thoughts to become chaotic and my heart to be restless.

Yuan Huan was so captivated that he couldn't move his feet; he wanted to hold the jade in his hand and examine it closely.

But the jade was too slippery, so he wouldn't let anyone hold it.

Just when she was about to reach him, she would leave without a trace, as if her brief stay there left nothing behind. But for Yuan Huan, it was an unprecedented infatuation and confusion.

Bad people won't pity him; they'll just watch him sink into depravity.

So Yuan Huan stopped pretending and simply revealed his beastly nature.

He bent down, picked up a strand of Jiang Xiyu's wet hair, and sniffed it. But his eyes were fixed on him as he joked, "I want to wipe any part of Your Majesty's hair that hasn't dried."

"It smells so good! What did His Majesty use during his bath?"

Jiang Xiyu let him smell it, and said with a slight smile, "You used something that could kill someone."

"Oh?" Yuan Huan chuckled softly, then asked after a moment, "Will I die if I smell it?"

A hint of melancholy flashed across Jiang Xiyu's eyes as she replied in a low voice, "Yes, if you get too close, you'll die."

"If I don't get close, will His Majesty spare my life?" Yuan Huan lifted his eyelids to glance at him, the smile on his lips deepening.

Jiang Xiyu looked at him in the same way.

Their eyes met silently, a silent, tearing gaze.

Finally, Jiang Xiyu, in his usual tone, said to him, "I... dare not let you die."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan raised an eyebrow and sighed softly, "Then I'm afraid I'm doomed."

Some time had passed since the young emperor last said that, and Yuan Huan's back injury suddenly began to ache inexplicably.

The young emperor once said he dared not punish him, then turned around and gave him dozens of lashes. Garuda offended him, and he rewarded it with meat, showing no sign of resentment, but in the end, he still took its feathers.

"But before I die, I must obtain something, otherwise my death would be too unjust."

Feeling the shadow creeping towards his neck, Jiang Xiyu clenched his fingers, grabbed Yuan Huan's braid, and said, "Don't touch me."

He said he tightened his grip, his expression grim and wary.

As if his scalp was being roughly pulled up, Yuan Huan was forced to tilt his neck back, and he squatted down, his eyes filled with a sense of regret that he hadn't had enough.

Yuan Huan already knew that the young emperor wouldn't let him touch it easily.

That's why he approached so brazenly.

Sure enough, the little emperor's other side was completely exposed.

Yuan Huan paused for a moment to catch his breath, then changed the subject slightly, saying, "I am simply curious, Your Majesty, how do you maintain this white coat? Why are you so angry?"

Jiang Xiyu's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and his tone was also chilling: "Raised with one's life."

He paused, stared at Yuan Huan strangely for a long time, and then laughed again, a laugh that was inexplicably cold.

Jiang Xiyu leaned close to Yuan Huan's ear and whispered to him, "Don't touch it, if you touch it... I will kill you."

Yuan Huan was slightly taken aback, then pressed the tip of his tongue against his fangs and stared at him, saying, "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. I will not touch it."

The gloom and eeriness on Jiang Xiyu's face vanished instantly.

His eyes softened again in a daze, turning into a clean, alluring color.

Jiang Xiyu handed him over, her eyes crinkling with a smile as she asked, "Will you wipe it for me again?"

The force on his head dissipated, Yuan Huan's forehead twitched, and he smiled as if nothing had happened: "Damn."

Jiang Xiyu watched as Yuan Huan stood up and looked down at him, squinting and scrutinizing him for a while. Just as Yuan Huan's hand was about to lift his hair again, Jiang Xiyu suddenly acted like a child, raising his leg to block Yuan Huan's calf, and said unhappily, "I don't want you to wipe it anymore."

Yuan Huan tightened his grip on the hand lying on the ground, then lowered his eyes to meet Jiang Xiyu's gaze.

There was displeasure there again.

He only said the word "rub," and the little emperor got upset again?

Suddenly, something brushed against my calf.

Yuan Huan looked down and saw that the young emperor was raising his leg and using his foot to brace against him.

Her trousers were slightly lifted, revealing a section of her fair ankle and her jade-like foot.

With a "whoosh," the blood and qi that Yuan Huan had just suppressed surged violently again.

His mind went blank, and he only felt something warm rising from his heart to his nasal cavity.

heat.

It's so hot it's about to drip.

Yuan Huan's face seemed unchanged, but the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he seemed to be able to crush the handkerchief with one hand.

Jiang Xiyu was completely unaware that something was wrong. She simply urged him with her toes, saying, "Move aside, you're blocking my light."

Even through the clothes, I could feel the solid impact on my toes.

Yuan Huan pondered for a moment, then knelt down, cupping the damp black hair in his hands once more. He rubbed the hair with his fingertips, his eyes brimming with an almost uncontrollable danger. In an instant, he composed himself, smiling and yielding, saying, "Your Majesty, I will kneel and wipe your hair."