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

Lu Xingye couldn't help but frown, wondering if Jiang Xiyu's allowance was too small.

While he was thinking, Jiang Xiyu asked him again, "Brother Xingye, do you really dislike the smell?"

Lu Xingye was still thinking that if Jiang Xiyu could make him happy, he would be merciful and give him half of his pocket money.

Before he could process what was happening, Jiang Xiyu suddenly pressed him for an answer, and Lu Xingye instinctively replied with two words: "So-so."

It's no longer unpleasant, but just average.

He said it was just okay, but that means it smells good.

Jiang Xiyu's eyebrows curved slightly, and then she put the face cream back.

Seeing that Lu Xingye's hair was still a little damp, Jiang Xiyu went to find a hair dryer, plugged it in, and started drying his hair.

Five fingers comb through the hair, accompanied by a dry, warm breeze.

Lu Xingye closed his eyes comfortably, completely abandoning his temper and emotions from before.

He seemed to have been appeased again and did not argue with Jiang Xiyu anymore.

The bedroom quieted down, with only the whirring of the hairdryer remaining.

Amidst that sound, Jiang Xiyu stood beside him, meticulously blowing his hair.

Lu Xingye's gaze didn't seem to fall on him, but when Jiang Xiyu was slightly uncomfortable with the blowing, he let out a "tsk" sound of dissatisfaction.

The warm light shone on him, making the cold lines of his jawline appear gentler.

Jiang Xiyu looked down at the top of his soft hair and smiled silently.

After he finished playing the flute, Lu Xingye didn't leave. Seeing Jiang Xiyu standing there looking troubled, glancing at the computer every now and then, he finally couldn't help but get up and go to the desk to help him with his homework.

Jiang Xiyu, being very perceptive, gave up her seat for him and moved another chair over to sit next to him.

Gradually, he solved all the homework that had been giving Jiang Xiyu a headache.

Jiang Xiyu became happy.

Lu Xingye glanced at him and knew what he was planning, so he asked Jiang Xiyu to make another one according to the method he had taught him.

Jiang Xiyu's face immediately turned as bitter as a bitter gourd.

He didn't want to do it.

Lu Xingye was clearly not going to let him off the hook. After forcing Jiang Xiyu to change positions, he acted like a ruthless supervisor, making Jiang Xiyu redo the work and coldly warning him, "Don't even think about slacking off."

Jiang Xiyu was not very willing.

He wanted to tell Lu Xingye that he had helped him with his previous assignments, and asked if he could have Lu Xingye copy them this time.

But Lu Xingye adopted an aloof demeanor, raising his chin to signal Jiang Xiyu to hurry up and begin.

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to resign herself to doing it all over again.

However, with Lu Xingye's demonstration, it wasn't so difficult for him to do it.

When they got to the most difficult part, Jiang Xiyu paused on the keyboard, turned to look at Lu Xingye, and said to him in a low voice, embarrassed, "Brother Xingye, I still don't know how to do this."

The light reflected from the lenses shone in Lu Xingye's eyes, causing him to overlook the fleeting hint of mockery in Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

Lu Xingye's eyes turned serious, and he said with some impatience that Jiang Xiyu was stupid.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, just staring at him.

Unable to bear the gaze, Lu Xingye moved slightly closer to Jiang Xiyu and began to explain to him.

The distance between the two people was gradually shortened without them even realizing it.

Their arms were touching, and through their clothes, they could almost feel each other's warmth. As Lu Xingye drew closer to explain, their faces were almost touching.

After a while, Lu Xingye sensed the aura surrounding him and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand this?"

Jiang Xiyu glanced at his profile and nodded subconsciously: "You should understand."

What does "should understand" mean?

As if he finally had a reason, Lu Xingye turned his head and happened to meet Jiang Xiyu's gaze.

Looking into Jiang Xiyu's eyes through the cold lenses, it seemed as if they were filled with stars watching him.

Lu Xingye was momentarily stunned.

When Jiang Xiyu saw him looking over, she quickly looked away as if trying to cover it up, her gaze returning nervously to the computer screen.

From Lu Xingye's perspective, all he could see were Jiang Xiyu's long, slightly curled eyelashes, which trembled restlessly, as if afraid that her thoughts would be discovered.

After a long while, Lu Xingye heard him say to himself with a troubled expression, "Brother Xingye, I still don't quite understand."

Lu Xingye almost subconsciously chuckled.

You understand.

It's like their eyes are glued to my face; it would be a miracle if they could understand me.

He simply stopped looking at the computer and instead propped his chin up, staring intently at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu waited for a long time but did not receive a reply from Lu Xingye. Her gaze began to wander guiltily and frequently towards him.

Now, there was no way to avoid it; it went straight into Lu Xingye's eyes.

At this moment, in this ambiguous distance and with eye contact, those hidden thoughts are beginning to stir.

Jiang Xiyu's lowered eyes blinked very slowly and gently. The fingertips of her hand holding the mouse were so tense that they turned slightly white, as if she was using force.

These subtle movements naturally fell into Lu Xingye's notice.

He slowly and deliberately pointed out to Jiang Xiyu: "Your mind isn't on your homework, how could you possibly understand?"

Jiang Xiyu opened her lips, but no words came out.

Being caught peeping by the person in question, no matter how you try to explain, it all seems weak and ineffective.

After several pauses, Lu Xingye's attention fell on Jiang Xiyu's lips, which were full and bright red, sometimes pursed and sometimes opened and closed due to their owner's unease.

Lu Xingye moved a little closer to him, his breath almost brushing against Jiang Xiyu's ear.

His voice was exactly the same as when he was teaching Jiang Xiyu earlier—patient, slow, and with a hint of unspoken coaxing: "Jiang Xiyu, you're really not taking this seriously. I'm a little angry now. You'd better figure something out yourself; it'll be hard for me to coax you this time..."

Jiang Xiyu's earlobes blushed slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to face Lu Xingye, revealing a panicked look in his eyes as if he didn't want Lu Xingye to be angry.

Those clear, black and white eyes seemed to transform into invisible hands at this moment, shaking Lu Xingye's arm and saying to him in a coquettish tone: Don't be angry.

It's like this again.

She would always give him that look.

Jiang Xiyu would act like this whenever he lost his temper.

Lu Xingye clicked his tongue, his gaze remaining fixed on Jiang Xiyu's lips.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you thought it through? How are you going to coax me this time?"

"If you can figure it out right away, I will forgive you."

In this atmosphere of intense ambiguity, their noses were almost touching, and the answer seemed to be about to be revealed in their tentative breaths.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu clenched his fist tightly, and as he swiped across the keyboard, a crisp click of the switches filled the air.

The sound of heartbeats was mixed in, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

His chest heaved, his breathing grew heavier, but he hesitated to give Lu Xingye the answer he wanted—the answer to coax him.

Lu Xingye's question provided a hint.

It requires him to take the initiative.

He needs to take the initiative to coax him.

Jiang Xiyu thought about it seriously for a while before letting out a soft, trembling voice: "This time, it's a bit difficult. I... can't think of anything."

He spoke very gently, as if he were about to cry, calling out to him with a sob in his voice, "Xingye-ge, this time, will you give me a hint? Just a little bit, okay?"

Lu Xingye looked at Jiang Xiyu and subtly raised an eyebrow, seemingly not understanding why he hadn't made a move yet.

Clearly, his hints were already quite obvious.

Finally, Lu Xingye seemed unable to bear it any longer, sighed, and cursed Jiang Xiyu for being stupid.

He reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiyu by the back of his neck, pulling him closer before kissing him.