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

Jiang Xiyu said casually, "Right, aren't you happy using yourself?"

Yuan Huan followed behind him, seemingly laughing heartily, and echoed his words: "I am happy, I am overjoyed."

It's like being tortured to death.

Every word the young emperor speaks to him now sounds so innocent, but as night falls, those words will melt into Yuan Huan's ears.

While Yuan Huan was deeply infatuated, she spoke seductively, saying things that sounded serious but were actually meant to arouse him.

Yuan Huan wanted to bite him, and also wanted to suck him.

But as soon as I opened my eyes, his scent dissipated.

After these few days, Yuan Huan suddenly felt that he was very pitiful.

They tested each other, but only he took it seriously.

The young emperor, however, didn't care at all; his gaze towards himself never revealed any desire.

"Why is Your Highness staring at me like that?" Jiang Xiyu turned around as if sensing something, glancing at him slightly. After seeing what was in his eyes, he suddenly scoffed, "Your gaze is almost uncontrollable."

In recent days, Yuan Huan has been staring at him like this.

Jiang Xiyu knew he was going through a lot of pain.

However, the more he suffered, the happier Jiang Xiyu became.

So he indulged Yuan Huan's gaze and even gave him the opportunity, saying, "Would you like to have a meal? I will grant you that."

Didn't you say that you are the opposite of Garuda, that you are wild and untamed because you haven't eaten enough?

Then I'll feed you.

That's exactly what the young emperor meant.

Yuan Huan puffed out his cheeks and pretended to thank the emperor.

The meal in the hall had been prepared, and Jiang Xiyu ordered someone to add another table.

Yuan Huan stood there, understandingly saying, "There's no need for that. Your Majesty and I can share a table."

The chief eunuch hesitated, glancing at the emperor's expression.

Jiang Xiyu smiled faintly and nodded without saying a word, which was taken as agreement.

Yuan Huan felt a chill run down his spine when he saw his smile, and couldn't help but mutter a few curses in his mind.

The little emperor is so unpredictable; he always suddenly smiles at you like that, and he looks so handsome when he does it…

Damn, she's so incredibly gentle.

Yuan Huan sighed heavily.

Jiang Xiyu, seated in the main seat, heard the voice and said, "What's wrong? Does the young master not like these dishes?"

Yuan Huan, finding the chair too far from the emperor, moved it to the emperor's side, sat down with a flourish, and said, "Your Majesty, I am satisfied, extremely satisfied."

The eunuch stepped forward to serve the dishes.

Jiang Xiyu took a sip of soup.

Yuan Huan stared at his hands, then at his stained lips.

Jiang Xiyu raised her lowered eyes and glanced at him while drinking soup.

The movement was instantaneous, and Yuan Huan's throat involuntarily gurgled along with it.

Other eunuchs came forward to serve him, but Yuan Huan pushed them aside, picked up the same soup as the emperor, and drank it all in one gulp.

Jiang Xiyu put down her spoon and asked him with amusement, "Isn't it hot?"

Yuan Huan felt a burning sensation in his throat, and for a moment he couldn't tell if it was because of the soup or something else. His voice became a little hoarse as he said it was sweet.

It was so sweet that he couldn't help but wonder if the little emperor's soft spot tasted just as sweet.

Jiang Xiyu took another sip and discovered that the soup wasn't sweet.

Yuan Huan's gaze followed the movement of his Adam's apple, and he suddenly laughed, tearing off a piece of meat to eat.

Jiang Xiyu originally had little appetite for this meal, but seeing Yuan Huan enjoying his food so much, he inexplicably developed a taste bud.

The head eunuch, who was serving Jiang Xiyu, couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that Jiang Xiyu had eaten a few more bites.

He stepped forward to serve you personally, and said softly, "Your Majesty, please have more."

Jiang Xiyu nodded.

Yuan Huan never took his eyes off him for a moment. Seeing that he had eaten more, he immediately chewed the bone between his teeth.

No wonder the young emperor is so thin.

It turns out that they only eat this much during meals, and without anyone coaxing them, they seem to eat even less.

After the meal, as usual, someone brought over the herbal medicine.

After Jiang Xiyu finished drinking the medicine, he waited until everyone in the hall had left before he spoke to Yuan Huan about the spring hunt.

"Your Highness has not participated in the spring hunt in the capital, has he?"

Yuan Huan said, "No."

Although he had never participated, he had roughly heard what the spring hunt was like.

Before the spring hunt, the Imperial Guard would surround the hunting grounds in advance to drive away large prey to ensure the safety of all the princes and nobles. Therefore, most of what remained in the hunting grounds were small animals for people's entertainment.

When Yuan Huan was in Beiyuan, he always enjoyed hunting wild beasts, so he had no interest in such childish activities as spring hunting. He only said, "If Your Majesty is interested, you can try out the results of eagle training."

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Garuda?"

“Yes,” Yuan Huan joked, “it can also win the first prize of the spring hunt for His Majesty.”

Jiang Xiyu joked, "Aren't you afraid that others will treat it like prey and hunt it?"

“In this world, there are very few people who can hunt down Garuda.” Yuan Huan met his eyes, and after a long while, said in a drawn-out voice, “If there really is one, that person can probably only be His Majesty.”

Jiang Xiyu looked at him and laughed when she heard this.

"Why should I hunt it?"

Yuan Huan joked, "We'll hunt it to warm His Majesty's bed."

"A warm bed offers the comforts of soft, fragrant jade." Jiang Xiyu raised her eyes and said with a smile, "When will you take me as a beast?"

“Your Majesty is unaware of its merits,” Yuan Huan simply said.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "It will hunt deer for His Majesty."

So the little emperor no longer has cold hands and feet when he falls asleep.

It's not cold anymore, so why would I need soft, warm clothes?

Jiang Xiyu asked softly, "Was all the deer blood I drank hunted by it?"

Yuan Huan changed his joking tone and said seriously, "It was hunted by me, Your Majesty, please don't attribute the credit to it."

Jiang Xiyu turned the jade ring and said, "Your Highness is thoughtful."

Yuan Huan looked at his hands and asked, "Your Majesty has been drinking deer blood recently, are your hands still cold?"

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, her expression unchanged, but she felt a sudden, inexplicable heat rise to her body.

The deer blood was beneficial to his illness, but the only downside was that Jiang Xiyu would sometimes experience arousal due to its effects.

He didn't want to fall asleep with something cold, so he had to endure the backlash from the heat.

That desire was an uncontrollable bodily reaction. Jiang Xiyu didn't think much of it at first, but now that Yuan Huan was asking her about it, she felt a little irritated.

Jiang Xiyu remained calm and uttered two indifferent words: "Not cold."

Yuan Huan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly seemed to notice the faint blush spreading beneath the other's fair skin, and said with a smile, "Not cold? Then it must be hot."

He laughed as he spoke, but his eyes were sharp.

"Your Majesty, you are sweating."

Sweating?

Jiang Xiyu didn't move, nor did she wipe her sweat.

Because if he were to make a move, it would be tantamount to admitting it to Yuan Huan.

They were both men, and they both knew perfectly well what use deer blood was.

Even if drinking it once has no effect, drinking it repeatedly in large quantities should cause even a saint to have some reaction.

Yuan Huan said this on purpose, because he wanted to know if the young emperor had any desires.

Facing the predatory gaze, Jiang Xiyu endured the dryness in his throat and, taking the initiative, glanced back and said softly, "Then Your Highness, wipe it for me."

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed again: "You have a handkerchief, don't you?"