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

The next day, before the night had completely faded.

Jiang Xiyu slightly woke up and was immediately met with a long, slender neck.

He was stunned for a moment, stared at that spot for a long time, and then realized that he had fallen asleep on Shiga's shoulder without even realizing it, his whole body curled up, and his head buried in Shiga's neck.

If Jiang Xiyu hadn't been maintaining his original form and felt that it was alright for him to be close to Shiga in his kitten form, he would probably have been terrified if he had woken up in human form next to Shiga right now.

After all, he never actually shared a bed with Shiga in his human form.

Because some things that the original body can be intimate with, cannot be done by a human.

In a daze, images from last night flashed through his mind...

Jiang Xiyu was lost in thought for a while before carefully removing her hand from Shijia's shoulder.

What's remarkable is that by this time, Shiga would usually already be awake.

Today, I seem to have slept exceptionally soundly.

Jiang Xiyu squatted to the side, staring intently at Shijia's face.

He rarely saw Shiga resting like this. In the past, Shiga would just sit in meditation on the couch for the whole night. Jiang Xiyu would never lie next to him and see him sleeping as if he were meditating. Although he would cooperate by not making a sound, he would always chuckle to himself.

Now, this face lay asleep before him, eyes closed, as if truly asleep. Its cold, aloof features softened inexplicably, like a jade or glass statue, handsome and serene.

Jiang Xiyu looked around for a long time until a slight coolness blew in from the window, then she quietly got off the bed.

After leaping out of the window, Jiang Xiyu used magic to gently close it.

A mist, like gauze, rose from the Zen temple and flowed slowly, wetting the branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree.

In the distance, the mountains rise and fall, and although the sunlight is not visible, a layer of gilding seems to coat the outlines of the mountains.

Seeing that it was almost time for the morning prayers, Jiang Xiyu left the Zen temple.

After a stick of incense had burned, the morning bell rang, its deep and resonant sound piercing through the thin mist swirling around the temple and startling the dewdrops clinging to the Bodhi leaves.

When Shiga woke up, he glanced around and found the bedside empty.

He paused for a moment, then sat up. The meditation room was now empty.

If he weren't in a meditation room instead of a Buddhist cave, he would have wondered if he had fallen into a dream again.

Shiga slowly rose from the couch, his robe still hanging on the wooden altar not far away.

He looked at it for a while, then walked over and took it down.

After he had put on his cassock, he heard what sounded like very light footsteps outside the door.

Shiga paused in his movements.

The next moment, the door to the meditation room was pushed open from the outside, and a wisp of incense smoke blew in, brushing against his snow-white robes.

Jiang Xiyu, carrying toiletries, smiled and softly called out when she saw him awake, "Master..."

"Master, you're awake?"

Shiga turned around, saw what was in his hand, and frowned slightly.

Jiang Xiyu carried the things to Shijia.

Shiga then stretched out his hand to him, gesturing for him to give him the item.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'll help the monk with his washing up."

Shiga took the washbasin over, his eyes gentle yet brooking no argument.

He said, "You don't need to do these things for me."

Jiang Xiyu had no hands. Seeing that Shijia had already placed the washbasin, he approached him and said, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it, Master. When we came down the mountain, you also took good care of me. Now that you are weak, it is only right that I do these things for you."

Shiga wet the soft cloth with water, and the warm water rippled outwards.

He dried the soft handkerchief and handed it to Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu waved his hand, about to say no need.

But when Shiga looked at him with his dark eyes, Jiang Xiyu, who was about to wave his hand to refuse, turned into reaching out to take it.

He casually wiped his face a couple of times, and was about to say thank you when the soft handkerchief in his hand was gently taken away.

Shiga re-wetted the soft handkerchief, wrung it out, and wiped his face. He then noticed the gaze on his face and looked up at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu was quite taken aback by the fact that the two of them shared a handkerchief.

But Shiga's expression remained unchanged, as if he did not care.

Jiang Xiyu thought to himself that he had been overthinking things, and then smiled at Shijia.

Shiga took off the prayer beads wrapped around his wrist, twirled them in his palm a few times, and then slowly walked towards the door of the meditation room. Seeing that Jiang Xiyu remained standing still, he raised his chin slightly when he reached Jiang Xiyu's side, signaling Jiang Xiyu to follow him.

Jiang Xiyu realized something and quickly followed behind him.

Now that we've left the Buddhist cave, we can't skip the morning prayers.

They walked along the corridor, where the mist that lingered in the temple had dissipated considerably.

Shiga walked slowly and leisurely. Because Jiang Xiyu was walking too close to him, when his plain white robe brushed against him, it left a cool arc, like falling snow, touching Jiang Xiyu's hem just out of reach, but disappearing in an instant.

Afraid of stepping on him, Jiang Xiyu quickened her pace and stood beside him.

When Shiga saw him walk to his side, he paused for a moment, then turned his head and gave him a faint look.

Jiang Xiyu met his gaze without showing any unusual expression. Instead, she asked, "Master, are we going to morning prayers?"

Shiga nodded.

Jiang Xiyu then said, "Then let's hurry up, we feel like we're going to be late."

They were really moving very slowly.

Shiga didn't speak. Once he caught up with her, her pace returned to normal, her snow-white sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Jiang Xiyu walked alongside him for a while, and when they were almost at the main hall, he suddenly stopped, seemingly remembering something.

Shiga immediately turned to look at him, his eyes asking what was wrong.

Jiang Xiyu explained, "No, I can't go in like this. Those monks have never seen what I look like before."

He always went to morning class in his original form.

If I get sleepy while listening to this, it won't be very convenient to be in human form.

Jiang Xiyu thought about it and decided that she should go back to her original form.

Shiga understood his meaning and simply waited quietly.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jiang Xiyu immediately transformed back into a kitten and meowed at Shiga.

Shiga lowered his eyes and lightly brushed his rosary beads with his fingertips.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to leave, a shadow fell over him.

He looked up.

Shiga bent down and calmly reached out his hand to him, as if to embrace him.

Jiang Xiyu actually wanted to say that he didn't need to be carried for such a short distance, but he was too embarrassed to refuse Shijia's kindness, so he rushed into his arms.

Shiga caught him steadily, his expression calm, but his arms tightened for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu's earlobe twitched inexplicably as he leaned against his chest.

it's wired……

It's been so long since I've seen you, why do you seem to be getting more and more...

Gentle?