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

Chapter 111 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [49

As Lu Xingye's casual voice echoed in the bathroom, Jiang Xiyu froze, still sniffing the towel.

"What are you doing?"

Through the hazy mist, Jiang Xiyu stared blankly at Lu Xingye, unable to make out the expression on his face.

However, being caught red-handed sniffing Lu Xingye's bath towel probably won't be a pleasant experience for him.

She finally managed to make him her boyfriend, but she couldn't resist doing this...

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips were so tight that they turned white. He subconsciously tried to hide the towel behind his back, as if he had done something shameful. His face was as red as blood.

But he had nothing left to cover himself with, so he could only stand there blankly, holding the incriminating evidence, like a criminal under a searchlight, slowly and dejectedly awaiting judgment.

The rising temperature made Jiang Xiyu dizzy, and her vision blurred to the point that she almost couldn't stand up.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xingye finally approached, holding a brand-new bath towel in his hand.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her head deeply, looked at Lu Xingye's legs clearly, and then her gaze vaguely lingered on the bath towel, looking very carefully and nervously.

Lu Xingye didn't offer him any, and he didn't dare to ask for it.

The water droplets gathered at the ends of her hair trembled precariously, and in this long silence, they finally succumbed to the pressure and dripped down.

Jiang Xiyu felt the moisture on her body. In the other person's vision, it did not become cold, but rather seemed to be vaporized.

His mind went blank, yet he stubbornly felt he should explain and apologize for his behavior.

Before he could even speak, Lu Xingye questioned him, "What were you trying to sneak a sniff out when you were holding the towel I used?"

His face was expressionless, even calm, as if he didn't care much about Jiang Xiyu's obsessive behavior.

But his voice was lower than ever before, making him sound very distant.

"I..." Jiang Xiyu opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lu Xingye waited for a while, then said with a deep look in his eyes, "Jiang Xiyu, do you know that this kind of behavior looks very perverted?"

Jiang Xiyu's throat tightened, and she couldn't make a sound.

What can he refute?

He really wanted to smell it.

If it weren't a bath towel lying here, but something else, as long as it involved Lu Xingye, he wouldn't be able to resist wanting to get closer...

Therefore, it's understandable that Lu Xingye thinks he's a pervert.

Jiang Xiyu himself had vaguely realized this morbidity. The simplest manifestation of it was dressing Lu Xingye up in the way he wanted. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control it. So he could only be very careful to hide it from Lu Xingye.

He was afraid that if Lu Xingye found out, he would hate him.

He couldn't accept Lu Xingye's dislike; he only wanted to like her...

Jiang Xiyu finally made up her mind to look up at Lu Xingye, her eyes red, and whispered an apology to him.

Lu Xingye raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, and stared at Jiang Xiyu's face for a long time without saying a word. He simply lowered his eyelids indifferently, adopting an arrogant, appraising posture.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was strangely eerie, and the steam seemed to rush out of the door.

Visibility became clearer, but the temperature did not drop as the fog dissipated.

Jiang Xiyu felt Lu Xingye's gaze sweep over her like feathers.

He felt incredibly embarrassed and wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. He could only stare longingly at the bath towel in Lu Xingye's hand, hoping that Lu Xingye would offer it to him.

Lu Xingye noticed this and, as if to show some kindness, handed the bath towel to Jiang Xiyu. Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to take it, he chuckled and asked, "You really want this?"

Jiang Xiyu's outstretched hand stiffened for a moment, then he nodded emphatically.

The next second, something fell into the bathtub and quickly got wet.

It was Lu Xingye who threw away the clean bath towel.

He raised his lips, his tone willful: "I was going to give it to you just now, but I don't want to now."

Jiang Xiyu can't hide anything anymore.

He stood there, soaking wet, like a cat drenched in rain, his face filled with helplessness and pitifulness.

Lu Xingye took a deep breath and suddenly found the sweet fragrance of the bath cloying.

He wasn't completely clueless; his social circle was quite chaotic. It's just that very few people dared to act recklessly in his presence.

After all, there are almost no girls at parties where Lu Xingye is present, and he mostly just drinks with his friends, so there's no dirt on him.

Firstly, he was worried that his behavior would affect his mother, and secondly, he was psychologically resistant to that kind of intimate behavior.

But when he looked at Jiang Xiyu, he could never suppress the urge to move her.

There was no feeling of rejection; it was all completely involuntary.

Lu Xingye loved watching Jiang Xiyu's entranced expression. His eyes would always be tinged with a blush, and his eyelashes would tremble. He wanted to secretly open his eyes to look at him, but he was too shy to do so.

Jiang Xiyu, who had been so passive and cautious in his interactions with him, gradually found himself unable to conceal his greed and insatiable desires.

Lu Xingye had known this for a long time.

Jiang Xiyu longed for Lu Xingye very much; she really did.

Later, he allowed Jiang Xiyu to enter his bedroom and touch his personal belongings. This indulgence was tantamount to silently nurturing and inflating his ambition.

Today is also the first time Jiang Xiyu has been arrested.

He thought he had hidden it well.

Lu Xingye's inherent wickedness was revealed.

He was determined to capture Jiang Xiyu himself today.

"Jiang Xiyu," Lu Xingye called him softly.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly, then whispered a soft "Mmm".

Lu Xingye did not continue speaking, as if he was not satisfied with Jiang Xiyu's faint response.

So when he reached out as if to punish him, and his hand landed on the back of Jiang Xiyu's neck, Lu Xingye could clearly feel Jiang Xiyu's tension.

He didn't know if it was because the bathroom was too warm, but Lu Xingye felt his heart melt.

He leaned down, tilted his head, and sniffed Jiang Xiyu's shoulder with great patience.

After a long pause, he drew out the last syllable of his voice, with a teasing tone: "Why are you shaking like this?"

Bang! Bang! The sound of my heartbeat was comparable to the power of an atomic bomb explosion.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu trembled even more violently.

Lu Xingye raised his head from Jiang Xiyu's neck, looked down and stared at him quietly for a few seconds, then withdrew his hand and slowly took control of Jiang Xiyu's slender neck.

It was almost like he was pinching her; his thumb and forefinger were pressed against Jiang Xiyu's prominent Adam's apple.

The smile vanished from Lu Xingye's eyes; his deep-set brows and eyes exuded a haughty, fatally cold sexiness.

With a slight exertion of force, he closed the distance between Jiang Xiyu and himself.

Then, Lu Xingye let him smell the scent he wanted, the scent that belonged to him.

It's not just about smelling it.

……

Only a small lamp was left on in the bedroom, and the flowers on the bedside table were still fresh and vibrant.

Outside the window is a Christmas forest like a galaxy, with light reflecting in like a cheer.

The room was warm; there was no longer a cold bed, nor anyone I could touch.

This winter, warmth descends upon us.

In the final moments, they had each other.