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

Yuan Huan chuckled softly for a moment, his fingers tightening slightly on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder to prevent him from escaping. He then pressed close to Jiang's neck from the side, taking advantage of the situation, and said, "Your Majesty, I still want your belt."

The breathing around my ear was slightly disordered and a little rapid.

Jiang Xiyu's hair, which was tucked behind her ears, was completely sticky and wet.

He pondered for a moment, then stopped hiding.

If the goal is to tame the eagle, how can it be controlled by him?

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and smiled almost imperceptibly, then leaned her cheek towards Yuan Huan, her earlobe lightly brushing against his lips.

Above her thin lips, her cool, jade-like earlobe was lightly brushed.

Yuan Huan's pupils widened immediately, and he released his grip as if he had been electrocuted.

He straightened up and stepped back a little, staring at Jiang Xiyu's earlobe with a moment of stunned silence.

Jiang Xiyu didn't turn her head to look at him. Her eyelids trembled slightly, as if she were laughing at him, and she said, "Is the belt really what you want?"

After waiting for a while without receiving an answer, Jiang Xiyu glanced at him innocently and asked gently, "You want this, right?"

The little emperor is up to his old tricks again.

Every move he made, every smile he gave, seemed to be silently enticing something.

He knew Yuan Huan's desires were insatiable, but he insisted on letting those desires grow endlessly deeper. He imprisoned the beast in Yuan Huan's heart, not caring how much the beast would suffer. What he wanted to see was a person fall into desire and be shattered to pieces.

The fragrance lingered in his nose, and Yuan Huan was completely overwhelmed by that one look.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu like a fish staring at bait on a hook, as if he would pounce on it recklessly at any moment and bite the snake's vital spot.

So he admitted his wolfish ambition, licked his dry lips, and said, "Your Majesty, I want it."

Wanting to hold the prey in one's mouth, to accept all his wetness and softness, to grasp those cold hands, to soothe the beast that has grown insatiable desire, to trap him and stab him with fangs, to grind him with claws, to force him to fall down like himself, unable to get up.

Under that unbridled gaze, Jiang Xiyu exposed the most vulnerable part of his neck to Yuan Huan and said softly, "Yuan Huan, nothing in this world comes easily."

If you want it, you have to give up your most precious possession in exchange.

The same applies to falconry.

Jiang Xiyu tamed the eagle, providing bait by arousing its lust, but never in a hurry to satisfy it.

Because the eagle succumbs to the desires of the body, but its heart remains untamed.

Jiang Xiyu would not stoop to comforting a starving bird.

So he had to wait; he had to wait until the other party truly began to submit from the bottom of their heart.

At that moment, he would have victory in his grasp.

Yuan Huan looked at Jiang Xiyu, remained silent for a long time, then sighed and asked, "What does Your Majesty want from me?"

Jiang Xiyu fiddled with the rim of the cup, the white walls of which seemed to hold the emperor's ambition.

He revealed nothing, only curving his eyes, reddened by the heat, and said in a tone that was both sorrowful and amused, "I don't know."

Yuan Huan cursed under his breath that he was a liar, and said, "Then I'll owe you for now."

"Hmm?" Jiang Xiyu seemed amused by this remark, laughing for a while before saying, "What does Your Highness take me for? A girl from a brothel?"

The smile didn't reach his eyes; Jiang Xiyu's displeasure was written all over his face.

"Your Majesty misunderstands. Of course, it is I who will serve you," Yuan Huan said, feigning respect. "I will certainly make Your Majesty feel comfortable..."

Jiang Xiyu's smile faded, and he said seriously, "I do not have the same desires as the Crown Prince, so I have no need for the comfort you speak of."

The young emperor neither wanted him nor was willing to let him go.

Yuan Huan scoffed and retorted, "How does Your Majesty know you don't need it if you haven't tried it?"

He approached as he asked questions, his robust body blocking Jiang Xiyu's path like a mountain.

A shadow was forced to fall over Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

The two locked eyes, and in an instant, Yuan Huan's hand hooked onto Jiang Xiyu's belt without hesitation.

He stared down, his eyes filled with determination.

Jiang Xiyu sensed something and immediately reached out to stop him, but his belt was pulled away by a strong force.

The force caused his body to lean forward.

Yuan Huan then reached out and put his arm around his shoulder, pulling him into his embrace.

Jiang Xiyu's face immediately turned cold. She reached out and struggled against his waist, but to no avail. She then scolded, "Yuan Huan, how dare you!"

Yuan Huan lowered his head, his five fingers touching the thin shoulder bone, and sighed softly, "I have wanted Your Majesty to call my name for a long time."

“Words spoken with golden words are truly pleasing to the ear.”

Jiang Xiyu raised her head with an icy expression, her breathing somewhat unsteady.

He was about to speak when Yuan Huan said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty may make me kneel, or punish me with a beating, but I beg you, please give me this belt."

"..."

"roll!"

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When the chief eunuch saw Yuan Huan come out again, he noticed bloodstains on his forehead and immediately became worried that something had happened in the palace.

"Your Highness, what's wrong...?"

Yuan Huan stopped in his tracks, and unusually, he showed a friendly expression to him, saying, "It was a gift from His Majesty."

The chief eunuch was stunned. He glanced quickly at Yuan Huan's bulging robe, but before he could say another word, Yuan Huan had already impatiently left.

The chief eunuch hurriedly entered the hall and bumped into His Majesty, whose robes were loose.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed forward in a panic, saying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you..."

Jiang Xiyu's brows and eyes seemed to freeze with a chilling expression. After instructing others to take a bath, he pulled off his outer robe with a hint of disgust.

That bastard Yuan Huan deserves to be killed a thousand times over.

The chief inspector sensed his displeasure and dared not speak.

However, there wasn't enough brazier in the hall, and the chief eunuch, worried that he would get cold, quickly went to fetch a cloak.

After the eunuchs had prepared the bathing arrangements, Jiang Xiyu dismissed everyone else.

He was sweating profusely, and his body was extremely sticky.

Amidst the rising steam, Jiang Xiyu leaned against the edge of the pool, looking somewhat tired, resting her forehead on her hand and closing her eyes.

After a while, the chief eunuch reminded him that time was up.

Jiang Xiyu got up, changed into her underwear, and didn't want to eat dinner. She went straight to bed to rest.

As night fell, he broke out in a sweat again.

Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes and sat on the bed. Through the gauze curtain, she noticed that the glass lamps outside were still lit.

The lamp was still lit, so I realized I hadn't slept for long.

Jiang Xiyu tugged at his collar listlessly. The burning sensation in his throat made him feel uncomfortable. He was about to call someone to bring him water when he noticed some changes in his body.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then frowned and stared at her private parts.

He hadn't expected the deer blood to be so potent; it not only warmed his hands and feet but also gave him an unusual feeling of restlessness.

This annoyed Jiang Xiyu.

He had just said that he didn't have Yuan Huan's desires when his body betrayed him.

Jiang Xiyu angrily bit Yuan Huan's name, but still felt it wasn't enough to vent her anger.

I thought to myself, I'll definitely mess with him next time.

After a long while, still feeling restless, Jiang Xiyu sighed almost imperceptibly, slowly reaching out her hand, her eyes glistening with tears.