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

The palm of his hand felt delicate and smooth. Jiang Xiyu met Yue Jia's burning gaze, but only for a moment before looking away.

I have a feeling that Yuejia is plotting something again.

Yuejia stared intently at Jiang Xiyu, half-jokingly saying, "I liked what you just said. Can you say it again for me?"

In the past, Jiang Xiyu would never refuse Yuejia's request.

Jiang Xiyu was naturally willing to say a few sweet words to make him happy.

But this time, Jiang Xiyu hesitated.

"why?"

Yuejia said nonchalantly, "I like listening to it. It makes me happy. Do I need a reason?"

If I am happy, then Shiga will not be happy.

When he's unhappy, his mood becomes unstable, and when his mood is unstable, I have an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Therefore, you should definitely be happy.

However, there are very few things in this world that can truly make him happy, but he has to admit that he did feel a sense of pleasure just now because of Jiang Xiyu's words and glances.

Yuejia lowered her eyes, something flashing in them.

Jiang Xiyu stared intently for a long time, not missing his expression at that moment.

Before long, Jiang Xiyu understood Yuejia's intention.

If he hadn't known that he shared a synesthetic connection with Shiga, it wouldn't have been so bad, but now he does.

When joy and sorrow are shared, the emotions felt by Yuejia and Shijia will be doubled.

In this situation, one party can sense the other.

Therefore, Yuejia must have been influenced by Shijia's emotions to make those strange moves, and similarly, Shijia may have been influenced by Yuejia's emotions.

The two of them are mutually exclusive. I fear that the happier one side is, the more the other side feels joy, but at the same time, unnecessary torment will arise.

After Jiang Xiyu figured it out, she became even more torn.

He was thinking so hard his head was throbbing, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Therefore, during the long wait, the smile on Yuejia's lips gradually faded.

His gaze darkened, and his tone turned cold: "Is my husband unwilling to speak? Or are your words merely meant to deceive me?"

He paused for a moment, then gave a slight, sarcastic laugh: "Just like how you tricked Shiga?"

Stripped of his emotions and desires, Shiga was like a pure white lotus in matters of the heart.

He believes anything that sounds nice to him...

However, he was not like Shiga; he wouldn't be so easily deceived, and then suffer terribly because the other party left.

He must get what he wants.

He now wants to hear this person's sweet talk, and he has to hear it.

Jiang Xiyu was momentarily lost in thought upon hearing this.

He looked at Yuejia's face and, in a daze, felt as if Shijia was speaking to him.

You lied to me...

A bitter feeling rose in Jiang Xiyu's nose again.

He slowly lowered his eyelashes, feeling as if something was about to fall.

Yuejia waited for a while, then frowned and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a long time, a bitter smile curving his lips.

Her pale lips were pressed together, revealing a faint red hue, and even the skin around her lips was slightly sunken, revealing dimples.

Yuejia couldn't see the expression in his eyes, only his smile.

Jiang Xiyu has naturally smiling lips, and because of her dimples, her smile at this moment doesn't look bitter, but rather shy.

Smile at me?

Yuejia narrowed her eyes, and because of this smile, she did not continue to ask questions.

Having seen this kind of smile many times before, Yuejia never felt much. But at this moment, it was as if something that had been suppressed was being released silently under the guise of 'empathy'.

Yuejia inexplicably felt a sense of comfort.

He thought this laugh was fine too.

He didn't really want to hear those mushy words.

However, after staring at that smile for too long, his gaze inevitably fell on Jiang Xiyu's pale lips.

Yuejia stared at it for a while, then suddenly recalled the wetness and softness she felt when she was tossing and turning.

His breathing seemed heavier, and the color of his pupils gradually darkened, mixed with a strange blood red.

Jiang Xiyu noticed the burning gaze on her lips, and slightly raised her eyes to meet Yue Jia's increasingly intense desire.

His heart skipped a beat; he felt a sense of unease at the sight of those blood-red eyes.

The first time, I was seduced and gave my blood.

The second time, he was again persuaded to talk about Shiga.

Moreover, these seductive advances are always accompanied by unspeakable ambiguity.

Jiang Xiyu's bitter smile froze for a moment, then vanished instantly.

Yuejia was somewhat dissatisfied with his withdrawal, feeling as if a corner of her heart that had been gnawed away had disappeared with that smile, and then, an itchy sensation spread to her throat.

Yuejia asked cryptically, her voice slightly hoarse, "Why aren't you smiling at me anymore?"

In fact, Jiang Xiyu was in no mood to smile at him at that moment; it was just a bitter smile that came out unintentionally.

Jiang Xiyu felt that he was acting strangely, and his words were incoherent and unfinished.

He remained silent for a moment, unable to bear Yuejia's gaze any longer. He then raised his hand to rub his aching temples and said weakly, "I'm a little tired..."

The shimmering light in the hall made her alluring face appear as white as snow, losing some of her radiance but adding a touch of soft, broken beauty.

A few strands of her long, silvery hair fell loosely beside her temples, some spread across the bed, and some touched the hem of Yuejia's clothes.

He recalled that he had stayed by this person's side all night without closing his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Xiyu say this, Yuejia followed his lead and said, "Perfect timing, I'm tired too..."

He can't live without this person now; otherwise, the pain in his chest would make him anxious, frustrated, and even unable to control himself.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time we'd slept together.

Yuejia didn't care about any of that.

Jiang Xiyu, a grown man, couldn't be pretentious.

Anyway, the bed is very big, and he can lie on the outside without being disturbed by Yuejia.

Jiang Xiyu pursed her dry lips, and seeing Yuejia lie down, she also lay down wearily near the edge of the bed.

The main problem was that he still felt a burning pain in his body. He was in a hurry to get out of the Buddhist beads and didn't wait for his body to recover. In addition, his emotions fluctuated too much last night, and his mind couldn't bear the pain, so his body started to have some problems.

Therefore, Jiang Xiyu only closed his eyes for a moment before he seemed to fall asleep from exhaustion, his eyelids trembling slightly from time to time, his whole body half asleep and half awake.

At this moment, Yuejia turned over and faced Jiang Xiyu from the side.

From his angle, all he could see was Jiang Xiyu's pale profile and handsome, gentle features. Below his neck, peeking through his clothes, he could also see a hint of his collarbone.

It seems like she's lost weight...

Yuejia looked at him, her gaze carrying a tenderness that even she herself couldn't perceive.

It was fleeting, and there wasn't even time to tell who had given that tenderness.

He watched quietly for a while, and then unconsciously moved a little closer to Jiang Xiyu.

Until he could hear the other person's shallow breathing.

Yuejia stopped, slowly propped himself up, and looked at the worried face of the sleeping man. At one moment, as Yuejia looked at him, the blood in his eyes seemed to have been tinged with a shadow.

He stared at it for a long time before finally reaching out his slender fingers to smooth it out.

Then, Yuejia lay back down on her side, closed her eyes, and seemed to fall into a light sleep.

Overwhelmed by the emotions surging in his heart, he unconsciously buried his head gently against Jiang Xiyu's shoulder.

When their fingertips touched, the Buddhist prayer beads on Jiang Xiyu's wrist seemed to light up for a moment.

The prayer beads, which repelled evil thoughts, did not attack him at this moment. Instead, as if recognizing its master, they lit up for a few moments before returning to silence.