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

Dry and soft.

Then it gradually melted into water like snow.

The computer screen suddenly went black because someone accidentally touched something.

Suddenly, two intimate faces appeared on the screen, their noses touching.

The bedroom was eerily quiet; every sound seemed deliberately slowed down and amplified, creating a dense, overwhelming atmosphere.

Jiang Xiyu was initially somewhat clear-headed, but later became less so. He didn't know how long he had been in this position with his neck being held, until his neck started to ache. Then, his Adam's apple was being rubbed and pressed with a thumb, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

After a long while, Jiang Xiyu, her face flushed, tried to back away, but was not allowed to.

The lack of oxygen to his brain caused him to instinctively resist.

Seemingly bitten, Lu Xingye suddenly raised his eyelids slightly, his pupils trembling with an indescribable darkness.

In an instant, his gaze lowered again, settling on the face so close to his.

Lu Xingye loosened his grip, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Then, just a few seconds later, he leaned in again, quietly letting the other person clumsily touch him.

Lu Xingye's voice was hoarse, and his laughter seemed to come from a muffled sound coming from his chest.

He commented softly, "Jiang Xiyu, your kissing skills are really bad."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes even tighter, seemingly afraid to look at him, and also somewhat embarrassed, clutching Lu Xingye's shirt.

"You're so bad, how can you possibly appease me?" Lu Xingye still wouldn't let him off the hook, her tone feigning seriousness as she spoke haltingly: "You need to study hard."

Jiang Xiyu gave a hum in response.

And so, they kissed deeply again.

After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated.

Jiang Xiyu's glasses had been taken off by Lu Xingye at some point.

His eyes were red at the corners, and his lips were also red.

After taking a long breath, he finally raised his red eyes, looked at Lu Xingye, and said, "Can you... forgive me?"

“Okay.” Lu Xingye was very generous this time. After pausing for a moment, he added to Jiang Xiyu, “But this time I’m the one teaching you. Next time, I won’t teach you anymore. You’ll have to learn on your own.”

His gaze swept across Jiang Xiyu's face and then landed on the spot where his fingertips had rested, where his Adam's apple had been rubbed red.

He could feel it every time the other person swallowed nervously.

This brought Lu Xingye immense pleasure; it was as if he was finally willing to pardon Jiang Xiyu and retract his control over him.

From the moment he said he would give this person a chance, the other person acted like a block of wood.

I will neither take the initiative nor offend anyone.

Like the time in the private room, it left him with some kind of trauma.

Although Lu Xingye gave him hints that he could get closer, Jiang Xiyu was very considerate and wouldn't take that step any further.

It seemed she truly meant what she said and really cherished the opportunity he gave her, so as someone who secretly admired her, he never dared to get close again.

That night, Lu Xingye didn't just give Jiang Xiyu a simple opportunity; he gave her a chance to pursue him. But Jiang Xiyu didn't seem to understand his meaning.

Even now, after he had so clearly hinted at it to Jiang Xiyu, he still didn't dare, only cautiously asking him for a little more hint, just a tiny bit...

A passive person will be exposed as nothing again if they take the initiative even once.

He felt that Jiang Xiyu was a bit timid.

So, this time, Lu Xingye reluctantly took the initiative.

He showed Jiang Xiyu through his actions that he could pursue her and that they could have this kind of relationship.

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath, and her hand, which was gripping Lu Xingye's clothes, trembled as she loosened her grip.

He opened his lips as if to say something, but several times he couldn't utter a word.

Lu Xingye wasn't in a hurry either, seemingly unusually patient. He waited patiently until Jiang Xiyu said, "Then, next time, I can learn, learn..."

He still found it difficult to speak, as if he wanted the other party to explain it very clearly.

Lu Xingye then clearly told him, "Yes, you can learn. Just like this time, when I'm angry, you can coax me like this..."

He leaned slightly closer to Jiang Xiyu, his nose brushing against hers, and said in a low voice, "You can kiss me, Jiang Xiyu, I allow you to kiss me."

Jiang Xiyu stared wide-eyed for a long while, her eyes seemingly shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

You can kiss someone you've had a crush on for a long time. What does that mean?

With a lump in his throat, he asked him for confirmation, "Is it really okay?"

Lu Xingye's eyebrows twitched: "Really."

"But don't you really hate me? You were really angry when I stole a kiss from you last time, and you kept saying you didn't like men..."

Having taught him so much, this was already the limit for the young master's first stirrings of love.

If you were to delve deeper into the topic, he would become somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

Lu Xingye was silent for a moment, then asked him in a calm tone, "Didn't you explain last time that you were just wiping my face?"

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

“I really don’t like men…” Lu Xingye said, just about to make his point clear, but then he thought it was too pretentious and decided not to say it.

Anyway, he has already talked a lot with Jiang Xiyu tonight.

The young master felt like he was about to lose half his life.

Lu Xingye abruptly changed the subject, choosing the best way to escape by blaming him: "If you cared about me as much as you care about your homework, you probably wouldn't have asked such a stupid question."

"No, I care about you more than I care about my homework," Jiang Xiyu said urgently.

Lu Xingye moved some distance away, chin raised, his expression arrogant, seemingly reverting to his former self as a proud young master.

"Is that so?" He drew out the last syllable, then added with a resolute hum, "I don't believe it."

"Then what will it take for you to believe?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at him, her gaze falling on the man's reddened ears.

The red hair stood out starkly against the backdrop of a head full of silver hair.

He slowly reached out and touched it; it was indeed very hot.

Lu Xingye shuddered, seemingly not expecting Jiang Xiyu to be so bold as to touch his earlobe.

There was a distinct panic there, different from his expression, which completely revealed the young master's unease and shyness at that moment.

Lu Xingye reacted strongly, slapping Jiang Xiyu's hand away: "What are you doing! Who told you to touch me like that?"

As if some mechanism had been activated, the redness that had faded on his pale skin began to spread again.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes twitched slightly, and she said innocently, "Brother Xingye, your ears are so red, and your face is red too... mmm..."

Lu Xingye quickly covered Jiang Xiyu's mouth with his hand. His true nature, which had been hidden in his tenderness, was exposed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Xiyu, don't push your luck!"