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

The barely audible murmur sounded more like a faint sigh as it reached Jiang Xiyu's ears, and she wasn't sure if she had misheard.

Before he could even discern the truth, the sunlight streaming in from the cave ceiling, which was enveloping the two of them, suddenly became unusually intense, as if someone had plunged a long knife into the top of the Buddhist cave. The glint of the knife seemed to pierce their eyes, or perhaps steal the Buddha's eyes.

Entering the Zen cave was like stepping into lightning.

Jiang Xiyu felt a momentary white blur before his eyes, and his mind went blank. The brief blindness made him temporarily forget to react, and also forget the indistinct whispers that fell on his ears.

He was tense all over and stood frozen in place for a long time.

He couldn't see the person behind him, and naturally, he couldn't see the fleeting red light in his pupils.

That red light, like a blood mist, was gradually obliterated by the blinding light, disappearing without a trace, like the wind passing by.

The Buddha in the mural cannot see the cause and effect shrouded in light and shadow, and the cause and effect in the light and shadow also seem to be invisible to the gods and Buddhas in the mural at that moment.

The snow-white light illuminated the figures of the two, their robes fluttering, their long hair flowing, their outlines appearing and disappearing, their figures tangled and indistinct.

After an unknown amount of time, the blinding light finally gradually dissipated.

Jiang Xiyu slowly raised her eyelids, her eyes gleaming with a faint golden light. She blinked, seemingly unaccustomed to the sight, her long eyelashes glistening with moisture.

I don't know if the falling light and shadow were too scorching, or if the temperature behind me was too cold.

A shiver ran through Jiang Xiyu's body uncontrollably.

Finally, he came to his senses, feeling the hand on his neck and the person buried in his neck. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

However, before he could utter a sound, the hands on his neck seemed to sense something and moved upwards along his throat, finally gently covering his lips to prevent him from speaking.

Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes slightly.

Belatedly, I began to wonder what the person behind me was up to.

He could have easily broken free, but for some inexplicable reason, he dared not make a move.

And so, amidst that intoxicatingly delicate and cool fragrance, Jiang Xiyu let the person behind her hold her quietly.

He could no longer tell whether the person holding him was Yuejia or Shijia...

All he knew was that he had been bound by invisible shackles.

Even as the hands encircling him tightened, almost to the point of suffocation, Jiang Xiyu remained silent and did not struggle.

The meditation cave fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

They remained in this position for an unknown amount of time, until Jiang Xiyu felt as if she had lost all feeling in her body, but the person behind her still showed no intention of letting go.

Jiang Xiyu paused, his rationality gradually returning, and realized that this couldn't go on.

He turned his cheek, trying to break free from the grip of the person behind him.

Strangely, the hand covering her face seemed to be holding her tightly, but Jiang Xiyu could easily break free by simply turning her head.

His lips inevitably brushed against the other person's palm.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little embarrassed thinking that it was Shijia's hand.

Once his lips had completely brushed against hers, her breath on her neck finally betrayed her, as if she had been momentarily flustered. Her body was like a taut string, as if it would snap if Jiang Xiyu moved even slightly.

Jiang Xiyu tugged at the hem of her sleeve, and the hand fell down easily.

Jiang Xiyu sighed inwardly, pondered for a long time, and calmly said, "Let me go..."

The body leaning against the wall seemed to stiffen for a moment, but did not immediately let go.

Jiang Xiyu looked up through the gap in the cave ceiling, but it was shrouded in a vortex formed by merit. For a moment, he didn't know how much time had passed, but he knew that he really couldn't delay.

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the anomaly behind him or the chilling aura around him; he was only thinking about getting back to the demon realm as quickly as possible.

The shimmering light that enveloped the Zen cave suddenly began to dim.

Jiang Xiyu's pupils contracted slightly as he saw the vortex of merit on the cave ceiling suddenly change, with faint flashes of lightning.

The gap that had been letting in light now resembled a bright moon obscured by dark clouds.

The moonlight is no longer bright, no longer clear, no longer pure.

It became completely dark.

The two figures remained motionless. He held Jiang Xiyu without uttering a word, his dark eyes seeming to dim and become deep as the light dimmed.

Jiang Xiyu's chest heaved; he really had no other choice.

He whispered again, "Yuejia, let me go..."

This time, his tone was somewhat cold.

As soon as he finished speaking, the force holding him seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu felt a dull ache and a slight fever in her shoulder. She couldn't help but look up and saw a pair of slender hands with trembling fingers and prominent veins that looked as if they were about to burst. It was as if she was enduring the pain to the extreme.

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback.

The next moment, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my neck.

The person who had been burying their face in his neck suddenly bit him.

Jiang Xiyu cried out in pain, "Shut up! Shut up! Yuejia!"

He raised his hand, trying to pull away the arm wrapped around him, wanting to escape.

However, for some reason, the person biting him not only did not let go, but instead tightened their grip even more.

The force between his teeth penetrated his skin, and something warm immediately flowed out, a drop sliding down Jiang Xiyu's neck.

Jiang Xiyu smelled the blood and felt the blood sliding across her skin.

He gritted his teeth, his breathing unsteady, and said, "Let go, Yuejia! Otherwise, I..."

I can't come up with a reason, and I can't say anything harsh.

Therefore, the people behind him showed no intention of letting go, but also did not take any further steps.

He bit him, his long eyelashes trembling, and he closed his eyes briefly.

Jiang Xiyu felt her ears burning from the pain, and her heart trembled like a Bodhi leaf being blown by the wind.

His reason throbbed for a long time, and his body trembled, as if he could not accept that Yuejia was using this body to treat him like this. He immediately gathered magic power in his hands and was about to cast a spell to shake him away.

However, the person biting him suddenly left, and the force holding him also dissipated.

It might seem like an illusion, but it definitely couldn't be his illusion.

Jiang Xiyu lost her strength for a moment, her body swayed, but her back remained hunched over her cold, golden chest.

There were no candles lit in the Zen cave, and rumbling thunder echoed from the cave ceiling.

The two figures flickered in and out of focus as the light fell.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a long time, and was about to leave when he heard someone behind him speak, their tone cold and indifferent, like shattered thin ice.

Who are you calling?