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

Crabapples are sweet and sour, soft, and even quite sticky.

Shen Jingtan had never tasted it before, but at this moment she particularly liked the flavor.

The two of them savored half a crabapple for a long time, until the ambiguous feeling between them faded away. Only then was Jiang Xiyu finally able to lean against Shen Jingtan's chest, her red lips moving slightly as she breathed heavily.

Shen Jingtan held him, her face seemingly indifferent, but her fingertips were tenderly playing with his hair, and then gently stroking his wrist and long fingers.

Jiang Xiyu's chest heaved with suppressed emotion, but the flush on his face betrayed his unease.

He stayed close to Shen Jingtan for a long time, only obediently lowering his eyes and letting the man play with him.

This obedient demeanor greatly pleased Shen Jingtan.

He couldn't help but kiss the top of Jiang Xiyu's head, feeling a slight stinging sensation on his lips. He sighed softly, "Goodness, your teeth are so sharp."

Her gorgeous voice was extremely elegant, yet she spoke in a way that seemed incongruous with her words.

Jiang Xiyu immediately turned his head away in embarrassment, burying his face in Shen Jingtan's arms, as if he didn't want to hear or face the fact that he had bitten Shen Jingtan.

Seeing this, Shen Jingtan chuckled and reached out to pat his head.

The young man was tall and slender, but being held by Shen Jingtan, he was almost completely enveloped by the man.

The older man really enjoyed kissing him and holding him on his lap to enjoy the intimate warmth.

Jiang Xiyu could clearly sense the other person's emotions, as well as his restraint.

For some reason, he felt that Shen Jingtan was in a particularly good mood tonight, so much so that he didn't dare to move around too much while sitting on Shen Jingtan's lap.

Shen Jingtan would never force him; at least in matters of mutual consent, he would wait for Jiang Xiyu to take the initiative or be willing.

Jiang Xiyu had actively lured him with that crabapple, so naturally he hoped that Jiang Xiyu would agree to what followed.

Shen Jingtan gently complimented his wrist, saying it was perfect for wearing bracelets, and also praised his long, beautiful fingers. He spoke casually, but the darkness in his eyes was as deep as the night.

Jiang Xiyu sensed a certain hint.

He slowly raised his head from Shen Jingtan's embrace, with most of his head still buried in Shen Jingtan's chest, only his wet eyes looking up at Shen Jingtan.

Under the lights, those eyes, glistening with tears, easily evoke unpleasant thoughts, making one wish the tears would shatter and fall.

Jiang Xiyu called his name softly, her voice gentle and sweet, almost like she was being coquettish.

His voice was so beautiful that Shen Jingtan thought of the times he cried.

He sighed inwardly and covered Jiang Xiyu's eyelids with his palm, knowing there was really no way for her to resist.

"Is it okay, sweetie?"

Jiang Xiyu's vision was blocked, and then she heard a warm, deep breath.

In the instant his senses were amplified, he curled his fingers in slight discomfort.

Shen Jingtan seemed to have been waiting for his answer, and did nothing else except lean close to his ear.

In the long silence, Jiang Xiyu finally raised his hand and hugged Shen Jingtan's waist.

This is a silent response.

Shen Jingtan smiled and kissed him again.

******

As night deepened, the moonlight outside the window became exceptionally bright.

In a fleeting moment, he sprinkled his light on the branches of the crabapple tree, like flowing water. If the petals had faces at that moment, they would probably not be spared either, and would have to endure the chaotic moonlight without reservation.

Jiang Xiyu has a face as beautiful as flower petals.

So he endured a lot and didn't get off Shen Jingtan's lap for a long time.

As the moonlight was finally obscured by the clouds, Jiang Xiyu pursed his moist lips and suddenly felt the urge to smoke.

Shen Jingtan carefully wiped his hands, and after cleaning them, she lovingly kissed them.

At this moment, the hands wearing bracelets trembled slightly uncontrollably, and even the bracelets swayed pitifully at the wrist bones. The pale skin was flushed with a lingering red from the inside out, even the fingertips were flushed.

How awful...

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath and closed her eyes, thinking.

He never expected that Shen Jingtan, so impeccably dressed, would reveal such insatiable desires beneath her aloof facade.

The bracelet is all dirty.

Jiang Xiyu's voice trembled as she suddenly said softly, "Mr. Shen, I want to smoke."

Shen Jingtan's tone still carried a hint of hoarseness. He whispered "okay," and then, in a face-to-face embrace, picked up Jiang Xiyu.

He carried Jiang Xiyu to the study in the inner room, swept aside the documents, gently placed her on the desk, and then called someone to bring over cigarettes.

While waiting for the cigarette, he carried Jiang Xiyu to the French windows and sat down, as if he wanted to enjoy the view outside with him.

Actually, the best scenery is when the crabapple blossoms outside.

But with the best view in her arms at this moment, Shen Jingtan was completely content.

He sat here all night, belatedly realizing he was missing someone.

Now this person belongs to him, and is truly by his side.

Not long after, the butler brought over the cigarettes.

When he came in, he could only see Shen Jingtan sitting on the sofa with her back to him.

The man's broad shoulders embraced the person in his arms. If it weren't for the long legs hanging over the armrest, it would be almost impossible to tell that he was holding someone. Shen Jingtan refused to reveal Jiang Xiyu at all.

The butler bowed his head and respectfully placed the cigarettes beside him.

They moved very quietly throughout their coming and going.

Once the study was quiet, Shen Jingtan reached out and gently hooked Jiang Xiyu's nose, her gesture tender and affectionate.

Jiang Xiyu wrinkled her nose, slightly opened her eyes, and looked at Shen Jingtan, appearing unwilling to move.

Shen Jingtan personally took the cigarette and held the cigarette butt to Jiang Xiyu's lips.

Jiang Xiyu bit her lip, but her eyes were fixed on Shen Jingtan without blinking.

His hands were so sore he could barely lift them, so his eyes held a hint of resentment, yet also a touch of coquetry.

Shen Jingtan paused in her hand holding the lighter, then lowered her eyes and patiently lit his cigarette.

No one spoke, only the crisp "ding" of a lighter.

A sliver of firelight illuminated the young man's snow-white face; as he smoked, his melancholic sensuality was breathtakingly beautiful.

From the first time Shen Jingtan caught Jiang Xiyu smoking, he had always felt this way.

Jiang Xiyu took a sip, but didn't exhale.

He shifted his body, turning his head as if trying to get out of Shen Jingtan's arms.

Shen Jingtan refused and instead pinched Jiang Xiyu's chin, turning him around.

They were too close, and Jiang Xiyu couldn't blow the cigarette in his face, so he kept the cigarette between his lips, and gradually, his face turned a little red.

Shen Jingtan smiled and gently told him to spit it out.

Jiang Xiyu blinked slowly, and after a long while, her eyelids drooped coldly for a moment before she slowly exhaled a wisp of white mist.

The smell of smoke slowly spread around her nose, and then the white smoke gently swept across Shen Jingtan's chin.

Those beautiful and elegant lines become even softer in the hazy light.

Shen Jingtan accepted it all with gentleness.

Jiang Xiyu raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Jingtan, looking extremely aloof as if she were looking down at Shen Jingtan.

As the smoke drifted onto her face, a flirtatious pleasure instantly made Shen Jingtan's heart tighten.

He clearly sensed that he was completely captivated by the young man, both physically and mentally.

Just as the cigarette ash was about to fall, Jiang Xiyu glanced at Shen Jingtan.

Shen Jingtan's eyes were deep. She brushed her fingertips against Jiang Xiyu's lips to catch the cigarette butt, and then slowly and carefully brushed off the ash for him.

Jiang Xiyu watched his movements obediently.

When Shen Jingtan handed the cigarette back to him, he parted his lips slightly and slowly bit down.

The atmosphere was quiet yet ambiguous. With the moonlight streaming through the French windows, Shen Jingtan pampered and patiently served Jiang Xiyu as he finished a whole cigarette.