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

pain?

Shiga paused slightly, but did not respond.

After feeling the caress on his wrist, Shiga composed himself and slowly focused his gaze on Jiang Xiyu's hand.

Jiang Xiyu felt a pang of heartache for Shijia, her hand already lifting Shijia's sleeve, her slender fingers touching his wrist bone, as if trying to check his pulse.

Upon touching it, it was discovered that Shiga's body was not as bone-chillingly cold as before; instead, there seemed to be some warmth beneath his pale skin.

Although the temperature was so faint it seemed like an illusion created by Jiang Xiyu's own warm hands.

His fingertips paused, as if trying to discern the temperature of his fingertips.

Shiga suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Xiyu's wrist, which was trying to continue.

Jiang Xiyu blinked and looked up at Shijia.

Shiga lowered his gaze, staring at Jiang Xiyu with a faint expression for a long time before slightly releasing Jiang Xiyu's hand.

Jiang Xiyu noticed that he had almost rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to the back of his arm.

He looked at Shiga's exposed, slender, pale forearm and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, wanting to explain, "Master, I..."

“It doesn’t hurt…” Shiga suddenly replied calmly, “I’m fine.”

He knew what Jiang Xiyu was planning to do, but he just wanted to tell him not to worry.

He really didn't feel much pain. When he was helping him absorb merit, Shiga was watching him and didn't pay any attention, or even forgot the burning pain brought by the divine punishment.

"It's good that the monk is alright."

Jiang Xiyu smiled, trying to hide his earlier offense, though it was unintentional.

He avoided eye contact, not daring to meet Shiga's gaze, and even the fingertips of his hand, which Shiga was holding, curled up in embarrassment.

The meditation room fell silent, with only the rustling of leaves outside.

Shiga's gaze lingered for a moment before he slowly released Jiang Xiyu's hand.

As if granted a pardon, Jiang Xiyu withdrew his hand and then respectfully pulled Shijia's sleeve back to cover his wrist. Only then did he smile with satisfaction.

Shiga noticed the slight indentation at the corner of his lips and his eyebrows twitched for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu sat up straight and properly, and only after she was seated did she look up at Shijia's face.

Our eyes met, at a very close distance.

This time, Jiang Xiyu did not sit opposite him, but sat in front of him.

With each breath, it was as if they could smell the fragrance emanating from each other.

The fragrance of the roses is intertwined with a cool scent, making it difficult to distinguish which one is more intense.

This time, Jiang Xiyu did not avoid Shiga's gaze. As if he had discovered something extraordinary, he said to Shiga with great curiosity, "Master, I have noticed that your body does not seem so cold anymore."

Shiga looked at him quietly, then nodded expressionlessly, agreeing with what he said.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and said, "I thought it was my imagination. I didn't expect that a mage's hands could be warm..."

It's not only warm, but also very soft.

He used to think that Shiga was carved from ice and jade, which was why his body was always so cold, and even his demeanor and aura were indifferent and frosty.

However, after he woke up, he felt that Shiga was not so unapproachable anymore.

It's not that he was unapproachable before, but rather that this feeling of wanting to get closer is like the glow of the sunset reflecting on a snow-capped mountain. The snow is no longer cold, but softened by the glow, making one want to reach out and cup the fine snow in one's hands.

Jiang Xiyu thought about it carefully and realized that Shiga seemed to change every time he lost his magic power.

The first time you lose your magic, the 'difference' isn't very noticeable.

But this time, Jiang Xiyu genuinely felt that the ice and snow on Shiga's body seemed to have melted a bit.

Jiang Xiyu felt a special comfort in her heart whenever she got close to Shijia. Even listening to Shijia speak felt like a gentle stream flowing through her heart, which was incredibly pleasant.

When the two of them were together, Shiga rarely spoke, but even so, Jiang Xiyu felt inexplicably happy to be by his side.

He felt that this might be Buddha-nature.

As long as he stayed by Shiga's side, he felt as if he were bathed in grace, not only relaxing his body and mind, but also making rapid progress in his cultivation.

The key point is that even though Shiga doesn't talk much, he can immediately sense that something is wrong with Jiang Xiyu.

He was like spring rain, always able to quietly dispel Jiang Xiyu's worries.

Jiang Xiyu belatedly realized that the monk was a very gentle person.

That's right, he was thinking about 'human beings', not the cold 'Buddha'.

If he could smile, he would look even more like him.

As Jiang Xiyu pondered, her gaze unconsciously fell upon Shijia's lips.

Her lips were the color of cherry blossoms, thin as ice silk, always pursed in indifference and aloofness. Even when she spoke, her lips never curved into a smile, dignified and elegant.

Shiga is like a person transformed from the bright moon in the cold palace. When dressed in white, he is flawless and holy, like a god or Buddha, or Guanyin. When dressed in red, he is radiant and otherworldly, like a handsome immortal from the heavens.

By a twist of fate, Jiang Xiyu had seen him in his fiery wedding dress.

At that moment, what bewildered Jiang Xiyu was not just those eerie eyes.

As for those lips, Jiang Xiyu had been intimately close to them in the illusion, almost touching them, but he definitely would have kissed them if he hadn't come to his senses...

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiyu's body trembled, and her eyelashes trembled in a panic.

He looked away somewhat guiltily, inwardly cursing himself for thinking such things.

Shiga frowned in confusion when he saw Shiga staring at him absentmindedly one moment and then looking down in annoyance the next.

He remained silent for a moment, then slightly tightened his grip on the prayer beads in his palm, his eyes calm yet subtly turbulent.

After a short while, he finally spoke gently and asked, "What's wrong?"

Was it his body temperature that made him feel strange?

The two seemed to be on completely different wavelengths at that moment.

When Shiga's question reached Jiang Xiyu's ears, it sounded like he was asking himself why he felt so guilty.

Jiang Xiyu immediately shook her head, babbling incoherently, "No, no, I just think the mage is very gentle..."

Shiga's long eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

He is gentle?

Such words were completely foreign to Shiga.

No one has ever described him like this before...

Therefore, when he looked at Jiang Xiyu, although his face was expressionless, there seemed to be a hint of unconscious tenderness in his eyes.

Jiang Xiyu felt his gaze fixed on her, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

He forcibly suppressed the strange feeling, and when he looked up at Shiga's face, he saw that his face was still a little pale. Suddenly, he remembered what Master Jinglian had said, and his heart became heavy again.

Shiga is alright, but what about Yuega?

Although Jiang Xiyu felt that he deserved to be punished for the evil deeds he had committed, he was also worried that his mortal body might not be able to withstand it...

As he pondered, his eyes gradually became somewhat vacant.

Therefore, the way he looked at Shiga was as if he were peering through the person in front of him to see something else.

Shiga's gaze met it and suddenly froze.

A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes, then returned to stillness.

After a long pause, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and for some reason, he suddenly turned his face away, slowly shifting his gaze, and said to Jiang Xiyu in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"