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

However, his explanation for this was simply that he felt he needed the merit within Jiang Xiyu's body.

Jiang Xiyu didn't think much of it. Even if he didn't think much of it, he could clearly feel that Yuejia's gaze on him had increased. So much so that if he woke up one day and Jiang Xiyu wasn't by his bedside, the Demon Emperor's Palace would be in an uproar again.

Yuejia insisted on going out.

Having no other option, the demon servant had to ask Jiang Xiyu for help.

Jiang Xiyu's return to the demon realm left him with a lot of political affairs to handle.

After the incidents escalated, he simply ordered all government affairs to be moved to the Demon Emperor's Palace.

To outsiders, it would only seem that the Demon King and Demon Queen had a good relationship.

Jiang Xiyu had never been this tired before.

He was busy with the affairs of the demon realm during the day and had to serve Yuejia at night. The key problem was that Yuejia would always wake up in the middle of the night when she was meditating.

Jiang Xiyu is the kind of cat that gets startled by the slightest noise, so he could only force himself to stay awake and serve Yuejia.

Yuejia seemed to have noticed that he was forcing himself to stay awake. Seeing him nodding his head and kneading his breast, she found it quite amusing, and perhaps a little... cute.

So later, when Jiang Xiyu was about to fall asleep, he would mischievously wake her up.

This continued for a while, until one day, Jiang Xiyu simply collapsed into a deep sleep in Yuejia's arms, and no matter how she tried to wake him, she couldn't.

It was clearly a perfect opportunity to solve all the problems. As long as Yuejia made a move, he could leave the Demon Emperor's Palace and escape Jiang Xiyu's confinement. But at that moment, the first thing Yuejia thought of was to mercifully let Jiang Xiyu go and allow him to sleep peacefully for a while.

He himself did not realize that something was wrong, and he held Jiang Xiyu in his arms, sitting in the hall for a day and a night.

He kept looking at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes showing no murderous intent, only a slight ripple of emotion, and a slight smile played on his lips.

At one moment, the blood red in his pupils seemed to fade a little, yet it also seemed to intensify.

Yuejia found it very strange to see Jiang Xiyu sleeping so soundly.

It was as if he was always silently watching him, watching him go from sleeping so obediently to being completely unrestrained, almost trying to escape from his embrace.

Some memories don't belong to him, yet they seem to be his...

The only thing that remains unchanged is the person in my arms.

Yuejia had never seen Jiang Xiyu like that before. When he transformed into his original form, he exposed all his weaknesses to him, as if he trusted and relied on him completely...

He couldn't help but raise his hand, and by the time he realized it, his fingertips were already touching Jiang Xiyu's head.

Although his face remained expressionless, the way he reached out to touch her was very gentle, and even his eyes seemed to be like raindrops falling on the other shore, their waters languid and desolate.

When he touched her, Jiang Xiyu subconsciously moved, but did not wake up.

He was too lazy to even open his eyes at that moment, and practically let Yuejia do as he pleased.

Regardless of whether he lays a hand on her or not, Jiang Xiyu has no intention of making any further moves.

He needs to sleep...

However, this confidence may stem from the subtle coolness on his wrist.

Perhaps Yuejia had genuinely felt a pang of kindness, because this time, she didn't bother him anymore.

His fingertips kneaded Jiang Xiyu's thin ear, brushed across his soft fur, and finally landed easily on his heart.

There, the air was soft and warm.

Yuejia's hand stopped there.

It was as if Jiang Xiyu's life, and everything he had, was already in his hands.

Once he makes a move, this person will have nowhere to escape.

Yet he trusted Yuejia so much, handing over all his weaknesses to her without any reservations, as if the cat would give up his life for him as long as she could stay by his side...

But Yuejia knew perfectly well that he did this for another purpose.

She stayed by his side in her original form only to avoid him.

Jiang Xiyu frequently used his original form to avoid unexpected intimacy with Yuejia. After this happened so many times, how could Yuejia not notice?

He himself is evil and is very sensitive to matters of lust.

That night, when Jiang Xiyu, who was in human form, was sleeping on the couch, he could feel himself aroused.

However, everything came to an abrupt end because of Shiga.

Every night after that, when Yuejia saw Jiang Xiyu leap onto the bed in his cat form, she appeared calm on the surface, but her heart grew colder day by day.

How could he not know the Demon Emperor's true intention in doing this? It was nothing more than fearing that the absurd things of that night would continue to happen. He was even unwilling to speak properly, as if he had released his true nature, and would only meow at him.

Although she had been trying to please him by using her original form, Yuejia didn't know why she felt both satisfied and very dissatisfied.

The fact that he's willing to lower himself to please you shows that he cares about you to some extent.

What he was unhappy about was that he felt couples should avoid such things.

It was perfectly logical, and at first Yuejia didn't care much. But as time went on, he felt an unprecedented displeasure, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, as if he didn't actually want Jiang Xiyu to do this.

If that person didn't call that person that night.

They may have already...

Thinking of this, Yuejia's breath hitched slightly.

His heart trembled, and seeing Jiang Xiyu sleeping so soundly, he suddenly felt a little angry.

However, as soon as he moved his hand slightly, Jiang Xiyu buried her head even deeper into his arms.

He only showed Yuejia his two small ears.

Yuejia gritted her teeth for a long time, then bent down as if there was nothing she could do, and bit Jiang Xiyu's ear with her lips as if venting her anger.

Jiang Xiyu's tail tip trembled, and then he reflexively tried to lift his hind legs to push the person. However, he only lifted it for a moment before lowering it again, and then used his tail to tirelessly sweep Yuejia's wrist.

It seemed like she was begging for mercy, or perhaps she was being coquettish.

A slight itch spread from my wrist.

Yuejia caught a glimpse of the sharpness of his claws out of the corner of her eye, but restrained herself and withdrew them.

He held Jiang Xiyu's ear in his mouth for a long while before lowering his eyelashes slightly to conceal the desire in his eyes, thinking to himself: What a stupid cat.

His gentle bite quickly warmed the cat's ears.

The temperature wasn't low, and Yuejia unconsciously pursed her lips, then released him, smiling again with a slight curve to her lips.

But before the smile could fully form on her lips, it was suddenly torn off by Yuejia.

Realizing that the smile wasn't deliberate, Yuejia was stunned for a long time.

The hall was quiet. The light shone through the thin gauze, making everything seem hazy, as if a mist had risen.

At this moment, the figure on the couch is hazy, and so is the heart.

……

Jiang Xiyu had a rare good night's sleep. When he woke up, he found Yue Jia sleeping next to him.

No, it was him who slept the whole cat in Yuejia's arms.

Having shared a bed with Yuejia for so long, Jiang Xiyu knew his resting time and habits very well.

He doesn't like to sleep in bright light, nor does he like to sleep on his side.

During the day, unless he uses some tricks, Yuejia will not sleep.

There is still light in the hall; night has not yet fallen.

Jiang Xiyu stared at Yuejia, who was sleeping on her side, for a long time, and was somewhat lost in thought.

The sleeping person's long eyelashes droop slightly, casting pale blue shadows. When they tremble unintentionally, they seem to flutter like flower petals in a butterfly's dream. Without revealing the eyes that discern identity, his face is serene and aloof, as bright as the moon.

It seemed as if she had no ulterior motives towards him whatsoever...

If only there weren't all those calculations.

It was very quiet around us, and the sound of breathing was faint.

Jiang Xiyu shifted her gaze from his face, paused for a moment, and then, fearing to wake him, silently transformed into a wisp of green smoke and left his embrace.

Looking back, this was a rare moment of peace between the two of them.