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

In the past, he had always used his eyes to bewitch Jiang Xiyu, but now it seemed as if he himself had been bewitched.

My heart was momentarily struck by those eyes, as if two emotions were intertwined and spreading outwards in a dense, overwhelming way.

Yuejia's breathing was slightly sluggish.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Jiang Xiyu looked away and planned to sleep on the outside.

However, Yuejia remained motionless. Seeing him sitting like this, Jiang Xiyu lowered his voice and said, "Go to sleep."

Yuejia snapped out of her daze, unable to process her emotions.

His red eyes flickered for a moment, then he adopted his usual seductive posture and uttered a cold word.

Although he did want to seduce Jiang Xiyu for certain purposes, such as influencing Shijia, the moment he stared at Jiang Xiyu, it felt more like he was trapped in the allure of her beauty, unable to extricate himself.

"Husband, come closer."

His voice was somewhere between a man's and a woman's, too soft if it were too gentle, too deep if it were too shallow. Now, he deliberately softened his voice, making it sound like the plucked strings of a zither, with a clear and elegant melody.

Jiang Xiyu frowned, but he was no longer afraid of Yuejia's 'temptation', so he did not refuse, but instead followed his wishes and moved closer to him.

He feigned ignorance and asked, "Are you still cold?"

Yuejia's heart trembled uncontrollably; he could clearly feel his desire surging within him.

He took Jiang Xiyu's hand and pressed his face close to hers, staring intently at her as if she were his prey.

"cold……"

Stripped of its luxurious exterior, the Demon Emperor was incredibly soft, even the palms of his hands were warmer than normal.

"Closer..."

Jiang Xiyu looked at him and moved a little closer.

He was indeed a little sleepy, but he still let Yuejia keep her hand close to his, his expression unchanged, as if he was ignoring Yuejia's seduction.

Afterwards, Jiang Xiyu gently stroked Yuejia's cheek with her fingertips before withdrawing her hand.

The warmth on her cheek vanished in an instant, and Yuejia was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, Jiang Xiyu grabbed his shoulder and pressed him down on the couch, then thoughtfully tucked the blankets around him.

After doing all this, Jiang Xiyu lay down beside him and said, "Go to sleep."

Yuejia turned her head and looked at Jiang Xiyu, who had already closed his eyes. His blood-red pupils seemed to dim for a moment.

In the past, the Demon Emperor loved to cling to him, but he didn't like it and always refused.

It seems that after going to Cibei Temple, this person became different from before; he stopped being clingy.

Now, despite his elaborate attempts to seduce him, approaching him when he was infatuated and even using coquettish advances, he remained unmoved.

Does going to Cibei Temple really make one detached from worldly desires?

Yuejia's eyes were slightly cold, but upon further reflection, perhaps it wasn't that he was detached from worldly desires.

After all, he had succeeded in luring her the first two times.

Therefore, instead of resorting to all sorts of tricks, it's better to just openly seek pleasure, which is more legitimate.

Anyway, he had long wanted to experience the taste of desire.

As soon as the thought arose, I felt a subtle fragrance all over my body, permeating every nook and cranny.

Yuejia pondered for a moment, then moved slightly closer.

Jiang Xiyu felt the warmth of the arm close to him and assumed he was cold, so he didn't react much.

Jiang Xiyu only opened his eyes when he felt a weight on his body.

Yuejia got up and straddled his waist, some of her long hair cascading over Jiang Xiyu's waist and abdomen, and some covering his wrists, light and ticklish.

Jiang Xiyu's breath hitched, somewhat surprised: "You..."

He knew Yuejia wouldn't behave, but he never expected him to do this.

Yuejia looked down at him and suddenly gave a very strange smile.

He didn't speak, but leaned down and hugged Jiang Xiyu's shoulders, his gentle breath brushing against Jiang Xiyu's ear: "This way, you won't be cold."

Jiang Xiyu supported his waist, tilting her head slightly as if she was not used to it.

After all, he's always been the one playing the bottom role.

But the person on top of him was light and soft, and when Jiang Xiyu took control of him, he had a disorienting feeling.

It's as if he could flip them over with just a little effort.

It must be admitted that Yuejia is really easy to satisfy a man's psychology.

Jiang Xiyu's hand, which was resting on Yuejia's waist, couldn't help but tighten slightly.

Yuejia sensed it, pressed her face against Jiang Xiyu's neck, and said with a smile, "Do you want some more merit, my husband?"

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, but his hand instinctively gathered magical power.

Yuejia stopped her, saying, "Don't give it to me like that, let's try another way."

Jiang Xiyu's chest heaved for a moment; how could he not understand the meaning behind his words?

Yuejia raised his head and stared into Jiang Xiyu's eyes. Strands of his black hair fell on either side of Jiang Xiyu as he drew closer, as if they were both trapped in a cage of passion.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to want to grant his wish, but did not speak.

Yuejia pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes like a snake's tongue, enticing him.

Jiang Xiyu, however, kept her eyes open, her gaze fixed on the face so close to hers.

In this warm atmosphere, he neither took the initiative nor responded.

Unable to satisfy her desires, Yuejia's insatiable greed seemed to be being tantalized ever more.

The snake's tongue flicked out, and its venom dripped out haphazardly.

Jiang Xiyu's thin lips seemed to be being devoured by it.

Yet the face before her was so fair and beautiful, while her movements exuded endless allure.

Jiang Xiyu was momentarily distracted and lowered her eyes.

He gently placed his hand on the back of Yuejia's neck, stroking it for a moment as if comforting a child, before sitting up slightly with the weight of the person on his body and embracing him face to face.

Who kisses like that?

Jiang Xiyu sighed softly, her tone seemingly soothing: "Don't do that..."

The moment his lips parted, the snake's tongue darted in to probe its prey.

She was entangled with him endlessly.

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Under the moonlight, a sudden gust of wind seemed to rise inside the palace.

The light gauze, hanging down like a thin mist, swayed, casting multiple shadows, and so did the figures.

Everything was confused and unclear, seemingly close yet distant.

I don't know how much time passed, but my skin seemed to come into contact with the coolness of the air.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiyu regained consciousness.

His breathing was slightly erratic, as was his clothing.

The good deeds are gone, and the kisses have stopped.

Yuejia felt as if he had stepped into thin air while floating on clouds. He opened his eyes, somewhat bewildered and dissatisfied.

Rain fell into those eyes, and the rims of their eyes seemed to be tinged red by the pupils.

Jiang Xiyu stared, and for some reason, froze on the spot.

The light was dim, and the people of Yuejia were beneath him, their faces cast in his shadow.

So at one moment, his eyes seemed to turn into a cold, dark color that was both strange and familiar.

Jiang Xiyu's breath hitched, and her pupils dilated.

He abruptly pulled Yuejia's hand off his shoulder and neck, as if he had blasphemed a god. His head was throbbing, and he unconsciously murmured something.

Yuejia was momentarily oblivious to Jiang Xiyu's murmur, but he was indeed lost in a beautiful dream woven by Tumi.

Petals laden with raindrops are breathtaking.

Until, belatedly, he realized...