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

It wasn't until the afternoon that Lu Xingye's hair was finally dyed, and the stylist even gave him a meticulous makeover.

When everything was over, Lu Xingye got tired of sitting. He impatiently got up, stretched, and twisted his sore neck.

Unlike his aloofness with silver hair, the iris blue hair color made his striking features even more sophisticated and beautiful. His crimson lips, porcelain-white face, and loosely parted bangs hanging down in front of his forehead, with every curl at the ends of his hair exuding an unreal, almost comic-book-like charm.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze froze, completely unable to look away.

Lu Xingye turned around to look at him and saw Jiang Xiyu staring at him with a dazed expression.

He simply stopped moving, standing there calmly and patiently, like a fine figurine in a shop window, letting Jiang Xiyu examine him.

Even the people tidying up around them couldn't help but stop and admire it.

Jiang Xiyu met Lu Xingye's teasing gaze, then glanced subtly at the people around him who were looking at Lu Xingye, before finally snapping out of her daze.

He couldn't help but frown, took two steps forward and said to Lu Xingye, "Should we leave here first?"

The tone wasn't one of inquiry, but rather an indication that he was about to leave.

Lu Xingye was close to him and felt Jiang Xiyu's possessiveness. He gave a slight smile and said in a emotionless tone, "My legs are numb and I can't walk very far."

Jiang Xiyu opened her lips, but then noticed the onlookers hesitated and stopped speaking.

He wanted to say, "Then I'll carry you out and give you a massage," but he was afraid that saying that would cause others to misunderstand.

After all, he was still pursuing Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye watched him lower his gaze in disappointment, then asked him in a low, patient tone, "How long will it take before the numbness stops?"

He didn't really want others to see Lu Xingye like this.

It's really... so beautiful, so beautiful that it feels like a scorpion's tail is stinging him all the time.

It's a little astringent and a little crunchy.

Lu Xingye did not answer, but merely glanced coldly at the people around him, gesturing for them to leave.

Those people, having received the instruction, hurried away in a flurry, but still remembered to close the door.

Once it was completely quiet and only the two of them remained, Lu Xingye turned his gaze back to Jiang Xiyu and called out to him in a very calm tone, "Jiang Xiyu."

He was actually calling him with a smile, but when Jiang Xiyu looked up, the smile on his lips disappeared.

He thought Jiang Xiyu was really stupid.

You could have asked someone else to go out.

But all they would do was look at me with those pitiful eyes.

Lu Xingye felt somewhat helpless, but then thought that Jiang Xiyu probably had no idea how hard it was to ignore the curve and silhouette of those clear black and white eyes when they were lowered.

He sat back down in his chair, his long legs slightly crossed, facing Jiang Xiyu, his tone both interrogative and teasing: "Why are you so possessive? Don't you allow others to look at me?"

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips, and this time she did not refute.

His gaze toward Lu Xingye was stubborn and focused.

This room was specially designed for Lu Xingye to do his hair, so the overhead lights were very bright, like shattered diamonds falling on the person in front of him, and also reflected in Jiang Xiyu's pupils, like stars that shone even brighter than before.

Lu Xingye leaned back in his chair and gave in: "Okay, come here."

Jiang Xiyu walked over like a puppet, but the string was held by Lu Xingye.

At this moment, it seemed that no matter what he asked Jiang Xiyu to do, he would do it.

Realizing this, Lu Xingye's heart skipped a beat.

He enjoyed Jiang Xiyu's infatuated gaze.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, simply keeping her gaze fixed on him.

After a long while, Lu Xingye was the first to succumb to that direct and scorching gaze and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Jiang Xiyu, are you being punished by standing in the corner?"

"Say something, you're acting like an idiot."

Jiang Xiyu then half-squatted down and reached out to touch Lu Xingye's leg.

Lu Xingye shifted his leg slightly, leaned forward, and asked him in a low voice, "What are you doing? Do you want to touch my leg?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded, then shook her head in a fluster.

"No, I just wanted to massage it for you. Aren't your legs numb?"

He obediently looked up at Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he awkwardly gave in: "Okay, you can touch me."

Considering how much effort it took to choose the color, let Jiang Xiyu touch it.

Jiang Xiyu reached out and rubbed it for him.

His fingers trembled. When touched through his pants, Lu Xingye's fingertips, which were resting on the armrest, curled up almost imperceptibly, as if he was having some difficulty.

I don't know if it's because my legs are still numb from before, or if I've caught it from Jiang Xiyu's fingers, but I feel a bit shaky.

The reflection in the mirror looked like something out of a fairy tale, with a knight half-crouching on the ground, devoutly touching the princess.

The princess, out of the knight's sight, chuckled softly.

It was a sweet smile that was both happy and a little unnatural.

Time passed in the room, and Lu Xingye's gaze towards Jiang Xiyu gradually changed, becoming like that of a lazy, noble cat. It was no longer the deliberately maintained aloofness, but rather a tender expression stripped of its outer layers.

His toes lightly brushed against Jiang Xiyu's arm. After being served for a while, he couldn't help but pull Jiang Xiyu up, put his legs down, and let Jiang Xiyu sit on his lap more comfortably, facing him.

Lu Xingye reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiyu's hand, his fingertips brushing against Jiang's fingers before they intertwined.

The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; it was indescribable the moment our palms touched.

Jiang Xiyu's pupils trembled slightly, then she gripped him tightly, staring at Lu Xingye for a very long time without saying a word.

Lu Xingye deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Jiang Xiyu, are you going to eat me up?"

Jiang Xiyu blinked and obediently shook her head.

I really wanted to nod, but it was a little scary.

Lu Xingye was not satisfied with this answer and asked him again, "So you want to kiss me?"

No one realized that the young master seemed to have been asking questions all day.

He kept asking Jiang Xiyu if she was planning to do something.

The tone of the question, though seemingly casual, gives the impression that the speaker is answering the question.

Jiang Xiyu met Lu Xingye's questioning gaze, paused for a moment, and said, "I want to kiss you..."

Lu Xingye turned his head away haughtily, feigning indifference as he refused, "No kissing."

"why?"

"You could kiss me just now, but not now."

Jiang Xiyu answered the previous question incorrectly.

He was very unhappy.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes to hide the glimmer of light reflected in them, as if she were a little sad.

Lu Xingye observed him discreetly.

Jiang Xiyu braced her arm on the armrest, using the leverage to move closer to Lu Xingye, her breath probing, "Really not allowed? Really, really not allowed to kiss?"

Lu Xingye gritted his teeth, almost wavering.

He took a deep breath and moved away slightly, mimicking Jiang Xiyu's words, replying, "Really, no, really, I really won't let you kiss me."

"What did I do wrong?"

"think it yourself."

"..."