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

Chapter 108 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [46

Jiang Xiyu was really easily tricked by Lu Xingye.

Especially when she had just woken up and her mind was still foggy, Jiang Xiyu would answer almost anything Lu Xingye asked.

He doesn't lie. When Lu Xingye asks him if he misses him, he says yes. When Lu Xingye asks him why he's crying, Jiang Xiyu obediently tells him it's because he likes him too much but doesn't want to be apart from him.

"I don't like being apart," Jiang Xiyu said unconsciously three times, her eyes welling up with tears again.

He looked somewhat disappointed and embarrassed, and lowered his eyes.

She spoke very softly, as if she was afraid of burdening the other person, as if she would burst into tears if she couldn't control herself.

After the sweetness filled my senses, my tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

In such a confined and dimly lit space, Jiang Xiyu inevitably started to have wild thoughts, which is why she couldn't help but cry.

Previously, Jiang Xiyu had always silently followed behind Lu Xingye.

Actually, it's not that Lu Xingye can't live without him, it's that he can't live without Lu Xingye.

Jiang Xiyu would get very anxious if she didn't see him for a long time.

However, he was very good at hiding his feelings, concealing his liking and anxiety from Lu Xingye.

I didn't dare to bother him, afraid that Lu Xingye wouldn't like it.

But today is different.

They told each other they liked each other, so during their brief separation, that feeling naturally turned into longing.

Lu Xingye keenly sensed that something was wrong with him. Seeing that Jiang Xiyu was glancing at him from time to time, he couldn't help but reach out to him.

"Come here, Jiang Xiyu."

Jiang Xiyu obediently handed him her hand and, with Lu Xingye's strength, sat on his lap.

A faint aroma of wine lingered around my nose, a scent that hadn't been there before.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but ask him, "Brother Xingye, have you been drinking?"

Lu Xingye gave a faint "hmm," his fingertips tracing the corner of Jiang Xiyu's eye, and asked him in a deliberately fierce tone, "Do you think it smells awful?"

Jiang Xiyu's eyelids fluttered slightly from the cold, and she couldn't help but linger, rubbing her fingertips against his.

Lu Xingye stared at him with deep eyes.

Jiang Xiyu then lowered her head, sniffed his neck, and said, "It smells good, very good."

He paused for a few seconds, then asked with concern, "Is it alright to leave like this?"

Lu Xingye said softly, "Okay."

Jiang Xiyu asked him softly again, "Can I hug you, Xingye-ge?"

"Ah."

Lu Xingye supported his waist and agreed.

Actually, you don't need to ask; you can hug her.

Because now, he is her boyfriend.

Jiang Xiyu is still quite naive; she has to ask about such things.

However, Lu Xingye inexplicably felt that Jiang Xiyu's clumsiness was... kind of cute.

After receiving permission, Jiang Xiyu raised her arms and tightly wrapped them around his shoulders, hugging him and burying her head deeply in his shoulder.

Once the anxiety in his heart subsided, he leaned close to Lu Xingye's ear and sincerely said thank you.

What should I thank you for?

very many.

Thank you, Lu Xingye, for giving me this opportunity. Thank you for being my boyfriend. Thank you for allowing me to hold you like this...

Those were things Jiang Xiyu never dared to dream of before.

Now it's all come true.

He didn't know what to say besides thank you...

Actually, he could tell Lu Xingye many more things he loved, but Jiang Xiyu had his own concerns. He wanted to slowly win Lu Xingye's love before telling him he loved him.

Right now, just holding him is enough.

Jiang Xiyu suppressed a sob. Lu Xingye glanced at the car window, where the glass vaguely outlined Jiang Xiyu's profile. His eyes were closed, but his face still showed a strong sense of anxiety.

The young master was at a loss again.

This time, my helplessness wasn't due to shyness, but rather a feeling as if something had stung my heart.

How should he comfort Jiang Xiyu?

How can I make him happy?

Not knowing what to do, Lu Xingye thought for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Jiang Xiyu's back reassuringly.

He initiated a conversation: "What birthday present did you prepare for me tonight? We're almost home."

The words, "We're almost home," touched a nerve with Jiang Xiyu, and he couldn't help but sniffle again.

Lu Xingye's hands froze.

Not receiving a timely reply, he curled his fingertips into a fist on Jiang Xiyu's back, then released and patted it twice.

Why do you cry so much?

They're not even replying anymore?

The first time I initiated a conversation, the other person read my message but didn't reply.

Lu Xingye finally seemed unable to bear it any longer and emphasized, "Jiang Xiyu!"

"Why aren't you replying?! Don't you want to give it to me anymore?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head: "No, I'll give them all to you."

"Could you not hug me so tightly? I can't breathe." Lu Xingye complained, looking for trouble.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll loosen my grip a little." Jiang Xiyu said, somewhat embarrassed, loosening her grip a bit, but still stubbornly insisting on holding him.

From beginning to end, Jiang Xiyu never looked away to see his face.

Lu Xingye frowned, wanting Jiang Xiyu to look at him.

"Let go of me now, no more hugging."

Jiang Xiyu asked sullenly, "Why?"

Lu Xingye tried to pull Jiang Xiyu's arm away from him, but he couldn't.

He suddenly grabbed Jiang Xiyu's exposed nape and forced him to leave.

Upon meeting Jiang Xiyu's wet eyes, Lu Xingye couldn't quite describe his feelings. He just gritted his teeth, cursed, and ordered Jiang Xiyu to kiss him.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes widened immediately.

I can hardly believe such a good thing exists.

He had just been regretting not kissing Lu Xingye, but now he ordered himself to do so.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes slowly curved into a smile.

But it's swollen and looks ridiculous.

Lu Xingye then covered Jiang Xiyu's eyes with his palm.

Before his hand reached out, Jiang Xiyu instinctively closed his eyes. After his cold hand covered his eyes, everything went black.

That slightly cool touch relieved the soreness in my eyelids.

Seeing nothing makes other senses more acute.

Jiang Xiyu crumpled Lu Xingye's impeccably tailored suit, and then felt another scent enter his nostrils—a faint, mellow fragrance, the smell of wine.

Then, a warm sensation came from my lips.

Lu Xingye kissed him, but they separated immediately.

Jiang Xiyu slightly parted her lips, as if making a silent plea.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xingye still wouldn't let him see.

Jiang Xiyu was a little anxious. Relying on his senses to get closer, he still felt it wasn't enough. He reached out his arms again, wanting to hug him tightly.

Lu Xingye laughed, grabbed Jiang Xiyu's wrist along his arm, and then firmly controlled his hand at his lower back.

This time it wasn't long before Lu Xingye noticed out of the corner of his eye that the scenery outside the window was gradually becoming familiar.

He released his hand from Jiang Xiyu's eyes and instead patted his cheek.

The movement was very light, more like a flirtatious caress.

After wiping the color off Jiang Xiyu's lips with his thumb, Lu Xingye chuckled and hummed, "Take control, we're really home."