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

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head slightly to look at him.

Yuejia naturally reached out and took his arm, leaning her weight onto Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu reached out and put her hand on his waist, saying frankly, "It is a suspicion... but I don't want you to be involved in this matter."

Since returning from Cibei Temple, this person seemed to exude a faint melancholy.

Gentle yet broken, even her alluring eyebrows and eyes have inexplicably lost their glamour, revealing a unique and refined charm within them.

Yuejia smiled slightly, a dark light flickering in her red eyes.

Suddenly, he asked, seemingly jokingly, "What if it concerns me?"

Jiang Xiyu stared at him, her long eyelashes casting shadows, her golden pupils vertical, strangely eerie.

When Yuejia looked into it, she could not see her own reflection.

Belatedly, he realized that the person seemed to be angry.

Yuejia had never seen him angry with her.

Strangely, he felt no displeasure; on the contrary, he was inexplicably excited.

Yuejia narrowed her eyes, smiled enigmatically, then leaned her head against Jiang Xiyu's shoulder. Her long, black hair was spread out, revealing her slender neck, which was fair and delicate, like a section of a white snake's cool body.

With his current strength, he doesn't need to rely on any ghost fire at all.

Because the three thoughts of greed, anger, and ignorance that he absorbed from Shiga were enough to drive his subsequent plans.

Before the plan is completed, what he wants most right now is this person.

After all, once he has a new body, he will have to return to the Buddhist realm, and for a short time he will not be able to touch the mortal world again, nor can he show his desires.

Shiga likes him very much, so he wants to have him and completely possess him.

Since Shiga dared not admit his desires, he had no choice but to be kind and grant his wish, satisfying his dark thoughts.

After all, the empathy remains, and we share each other's pain and joy.

Why toss and turn sleeplessly at night? Why not sit on this person's lap, intertwined and merging like a trumpet creeper? Finally, amidst the wind and rain, the water glistens.

From Jiang Xiyu's perspective, it was impossible to fully see the darkness in Yuejia's eyes.

He felt his breathing become heavy against his own body, and thinking that Yuejia was unhappy with what he had said, Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment before explaining, "It's not what you think, and you don't need to say such hurtful things about yourself to me..."

Yuejia lowered her eyes and asked, "How do you know I was just saying that out of anger? Do you know me that well?"

Jiang Xiyu fell silent.

He didn't say directly that he understood Yuejia, but he probably understood how greedy Yuejia was.

Yuejia moved even closer to him, as if she were holding a piece of cool jade.

The coolness soothed the knots in his heart and seemed to calm the undercurrents in his blood.

At this moment, two emotions were fighting within him, a mixture of pain and pleasure, causing him great torment.

But even that is far from enough.

He needs more...

Yuejia licked her lips, a tiny bit peeking out from between them, like a snake's tongue laced with venom.

That is a poison called the six desires, a kind of karmic obstacle.

He opened his lips to urge the person beside him, and said softly, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Jiang Xiyu looked down upon hearing this and happened to see this scene.

His pupils immediately contracted for a moment, and the next instant, he felt his meridians flowing backward, while the half of his body that Yuejia was leaning on became completely numb.

With such a detached and unambitious face, he made such a gesture.

Jiang Xiyu was completely stiff. If he were in his original form, you could probably see his cat fur standing on end. And a little color was visibly returning to his pale face.

“You…” he stammered.

Yuejia found it somewhat amusing.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu's stunned expression, her red lips glistening with moisture, inexplicably alluring.

"I'm a little thirsty, my husband..."

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously held her breath, feeling as if a snake was wrapped around her arm. If she relaxed even slightly, the snake seemed to peel off her clothes and slip into the depths of her bones and blood.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yuejia glanced at Jiang Xiyu gently and asked seductively, "Aren't you thirsty, husband?"

In that one glance, Jiang Xiyu seemed to see the hazy colors of spring amidst the snow-capped mountains.

But snow-capped mountains never melt, so they couldn't possibly show such a color.

Jiang Xiyu snapped back to his senses, then reached out his slender hand to cover Yuejia's eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his tone.

He said, "Don't do that, Yuejia."

Don't use this face to do such things.

His heavy heart had already left him feeling listless, and now, looking at Yuejia like this, Jiang Xiyu felt as if he was about to lose his mind.

Yuejia raised an eyebrow, feeling the hand covering her eyelashes tremble slightly and feel warm.

He slowly curved his lips into a smile, seemingly puzzled: "Hmm?"

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to pretend not to understand and changed the subject, saying, "I'll go get you some water."

Yuejia laughed and said bluntly, "You know what I want to drink isn't water..."

He couldn't believe this person was unaware of the intimacy they had shared.

At first it was because of the merit within him, then it was because he wanted Shiga to break his vows, and now, with a myriad of emotions in his heart, the only clear and clamorous thought is to obtain him!

He belongs to him.

Since he insisted on marrying her in the first place, then it is only right that he should satisfy her needs.

The bloodlust in Yuejia's eyes was palpable.

He raised his hand from Jiang Xiyu's arm, caressing it upwards, across Jiang Xiyu's chest, neck, and chin, finally resting on his tightly pursed lips.

His long, slender, snow-white fingers gently caressed Jiang Xiyu's lips, and then...

“My husband, this is what I want.”

Yuejia's eyes were covered, but a faint smile played on his lips, as if he was determined to achieve his goal.

"Some arid places cannot be reached simply by having water."

"Dead water and living water quench different kinds of thirst."

"Since you like me, why can't you give yourself to me? What are you avoiding?"

As Yuejia spoke, he seemed to remember something. After a moment of silence, he said with a forced smile, "Do you know that your avoidance is causing me a lot of pain?"

"I'm in pain, but I wonder who else is in pain?"

After hearing this, Jiang Xiyu was subconsciously stunned, and the hand he was covering Yuejia's eyelids trembled uncontrollably.

It was just a moment of stunned silence, but the slender fingers at his lips were unstoppable.

The lotus pond in the hall murmured softly. A breeze, seemingly from nowhere, stirred the lotus flowers, causing them to sway and creating ripples that rippled endlessly.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly snapped back to her senses, and her expression changed instantly.

He gripped Yuejia's wrist tightly, forcing him to step back.

Those slender fingers, like the jade stems of lotus flowers, seemed to break off as they suddenly departed, as if they could not bear the weight. The broken fingers were still attached, covered with damp stains and water.

Jiang Xiyu stared in disbelief, gripping the hand tightly, his voice seemingly hoarse.

"Yuejia, you've gone too far."

Yuejia smiled and casually brushed away Jiang Xiyu's hand that was covering her eyes.

Then, under Jiang Xiyu's gaze, he slowly tilted his head back and approached, staring intently at Jiang Xiyu, while his tongue licked his fingertips as if licking blood from a knife's edge.

"So sweet..."