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

Shen Jingtan said in a hoarse voice, "Rest earlier next time. Staying up late is bad for your health."

Jiang Xiyu nodded obediently, and the numbness slowly dissipated.

Shen Jingtan was the first to notice that he had recovered, so she slowly let go of his hand.

Jiang Xiyu walked to the window and couldn't help but glance at Shen Jingtan, only to find him pressing his temples, looking somewhat tired.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at the time and realized that it was indeed very late.

Actually, Shen Jingtan didn't have to come, but he still came so late, so Jiang Xiyu felt bad about it and offered, "Mr. Shen, you look very tired. How about I give you a massage?"

Thinking of him, Shen Jingtan asked, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Jiang Xiyu replied softly, "I just dozed off for a while, I'm not sleepy now."

Shen Jingtan lowered her hand, couldn't help but smile, and said it was too much trouble.

Jiang Xiyu shook her head: "No, please sit here."

Shen Jingtan then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, and then casually took off her suit jacket.

However, he was very tall, with his legs slightly bent, and his sitting posture was elegant yet exuded a rare casualness.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes were fixed on the cold light reflected from the tie clip. He lowered his gaze slightly. The man's wine-red shirt was tucked into his vest, and he seemed to have a terrible headache. When his slender hands were on the bed, the vest immediately revealed an extremely sexy and obvious curve of his waist.

The wrinkles on his suit trousers tightened slightly as he sat, revealing the tension in his leg muscles. Jiang Xiyu had sat on his lap before, so she knew the resilience and strength contained within.

As he was lost in thought, the man's crossed legs revealed the abstinent red soles of his leather shoes. For a moment, the shoes, like their owner, exuded an aura of dominance and were unstoppable, yet they also seemed to have unintentionally brushed against Jiang Xiyu's calves.

Jiang Xiyu felt a slight electric current emanating from the spot where she had been lightly brushed, which flowed into her heart with her blood, causing her entire body to tense up.

This noble and elegant man was no longer aloof, but was within Jiang Xiyu's reach.

At this time last year, he was still a towering mountain that Jiang Xiyu dared not approach.

Jiang Xiyu was momentarily dazed, a sense of offense rising from the bottom of her heart.

He felt that to touch the meticulous Shen Jingtan now would be to overstep his bounds.

Shen Jingtan lowered her eyes and saw that he didn't move. A barely audible chuckle escaped her nose, and she asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu's throat moved involuntarily, and then he said, "No."

This statement is somewhat of a cover-up.

Shen Jingtan didn't mind, and gestured for Jiang Xiyu to come over and press the button.

Jiang Xiyu walked to his side, looked up and carefully massaged him, asking considerately, "Is this pressure okay?"

Shen Jingtan closed her eyes and hummed in agreement.

However, he was too tall, and Jiang Xiyu felt a little sore after pressing for a short time.

When his arm ached so much that he could barely support himself, Shen Jingtan reached out and grabbed his elbow, which was bracing against him. He didn't open his eyes, but said in a hoarse voice, "Get on."

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback.

Shen Jingtan half-lifted her eyes to look at him, and repeated, "Sit on the bed."

Standing is tiring, but sitting on the bed makes it less tiring.

Jiang Xiyu knelt on the bed and then moved behind him.

His chest rested almost imperceptibly against Shen Jingtan's back, his fingertips gently returning to his temples, massaging him.

The scent of ebony blends with a delicate fragrance, constantly teasing you in this seemingly deliberately slowed-down time.

When Shen Jingtan closes her eyes, her other senses become extremely sharp.

He sensed the youth's approachable aura, and his brows furrowed slightly.

I was really afraid that if I moved even a little, I would scare the people behind me away.

The atmosphere here is like someone opening a bottle of aged wine in the air, its aroma filling the air and captivating people.

Shen Jingtan's slightly open eyes seemed to have caught a whiff of that rich fragrance, and a hidden fire began to ignite within them.

Especially since he had tasted it, his infatuation couldn't be dispelled in a moment.

Shen Jingtan was relieved that the person was behind her, rather than in front of her.

Jiang Xiyu noticed that his breathing seemed to have suddenly become heavy. She straightened up slightly from her kneeling position and asked softly, "Mr. Shen, are you feeling any better?"

Shen Jingtan responded with a very low "hmm".

As Jiang Xiyu's hand drooped down, Shen Jingtan picked up her coat and stood up, indicating to Jiang Xiyu that she didn't need to press anymore.

Jiang Xiyu knelt on the bed, her posture docile and obedient.

He rubbed his aching wrist, his eyes fixed on Shen Jingtan's retreating figure, and asked, "Mr. Shen, are you leaving?"

"Okay, you should go to sleep early." Shen Jingtan's tone was cryptic.

Jiang Xiyu instinctively worried and said, "But it's so late..."

His voice gradually faded.

Shen Jingtan's lowered gaze paused for a moment, then she suddenly turned around and stared at him, as if trying to see through him completely.

Despite the intense gaze, Jiang Xiyu suggested, "Mr. Shen, it's late. If you don't mind, why don't you stay here for the night?"

Shen Jingtan's gaze suddenly deepened, but she remained unmoved.

Jiang Xiyu got up and got out of bed, explaining softly, "Mr. Shen, the bed in the cubicle hasn't been slept in..."

Shen Jingtan never actually stayed overnight.

In the past, he would leave every night because he was afraid that Jiang Xiyu would feel uneasy.

But tonight, it was Jiang Xiyu who brought it up.

This means that after those intimate experiences, the young man has begun to trust him again.

Shen Jingtan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she asked in a calm voice, "Will this bother you?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled slightly and said, "No, I'll go make your bed."

Shen Jingtan was very polite and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

"No trouble."

The blankets and pillows in the cubicle were all brand new, but Shen Jingtan had never slept there, so there was no bedding.

Jiang Xiyu walked over, took out the bed sheets and blankets from the cabinet, and then skillfully began to tidy them up for him.

Shen Jingtan walked over slowly but did not go in. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, watching the person bending over to make the bed. He stared for a long time before lowering his head and smiling.

This smile is like sunshine on ice and snow, melting away the ice and gradually revealing the spring mountains.

The kitten wagged its tail and rubbed against him. Shen Jingtan bent down, picked up the cat, and waited quietly together.

Jiang Xiyu knelt on the bed with one leg, her entire upper body buried in the sheets. Her clothes had ridden up, revealing a slender, white waist, which extended down to her beautiful hip curves.

Shen Jingtan narrowed her eyes, not paying much attention to the hand holding the kitten's paw. As she tightened her grip, the kitten let out a short "meow".

Shen Jingtan let go of the cat, and after a long while looked at it, she said helplessly, "Be good and stop making a fuss."

Three minutes later, Jiang Xiyu finished tidying up and came over, telling Shen Jingtan to get some rest.

But as it stepped out of the room, Shen Jingtan grabbed its wrist, and the cat seized the opportunity to run away.