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

Chapter 407 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [83]

Yuejia slept exceptionally soundly, and just as she was about to wake up, the sky was bathed in beautiful light.

The air was filled with shimmering light, alluring shadows, and a delicate fragrance.

Yuejia slowly opened her eyes and, through the hazy veil, saw the figure guarding the bedside.

He was tall and slender, with silver hair like a waterfall. He stood there making a hand gesture, and golden light spread from his fingertips, like a red thread tied to Yuejia's wrist.

Merit gently and continuously flows into the body, washing away impurities like flowing water.

After closing her eyes and sensing for a moment, Yuejia could clearly feel a warm current filling her body, and the pain left over from the burning heart had completely dissipated.

He looked up and stared at Jiang Xiyu for a while, seemingly surprised that he was still beside him, and also somewhat unable to recall how he had fallen asleep.

As he was lost in thought, Jiang Xiyu seemed to sense something from his gaze.

He opened his eyes, looked at Yuejia who was staring at him, and withdrew his magic, saying, "Awake?"

Yuejia frowned slightly, composed herself, and spoke softly, "Husband..."

"Ah."

Jiang Xiyu responded gently, waved her hand, and lifted the gauze curtain.

He approached the couch, bent down to help him sit up, and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Yuejia sat up with his help, then leaned against him. After a long silence, her tone was unreadable, "Much better."

With the pain gone, recovery is only a matter of time.

Jiang Xiyu felt somewhat relieved to see that his complexion was no longer so pale.

Yuejia leaned against him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "How...did I fall asleep?"

Jiang Xiyu paused, then said seriously, "Perhaps I'm too tired..."

Yuejia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips as she asked, "Have you been watching over me for a long time, my husband?"

Jiang Xiyu lowered his eyes and said, "Not long."

Yuejia didn't speak again. He sat next to Jiang Xiyu for a while, and from an angle where Jiang Xiyu couldn't see him, he was expressionless, as if deep in thought.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, simply letting him lean against her.

At this moment, the demon servant brought over the medicine.

As soon as she entered the inner hall, she saw the two people on the bed quietly cuddling together. Because she was afraid of disturbing them, she hesitated to go forward.

Jiang Xiyu noticed this, glanced at her, and gestured for her to bring the medicine over.

The demon servant lowered his head, carrying the medicine and walking very quietly.

Jiang Xiyu took the bowl of medicine and then told her to leave.

Yue Jia gently pulled away from Jiang Xiyu's embrace, then turned her head to look at the medicine and asked, "What is this?"

Jiang Xiyu scooped some medicine into the bowl with a spoon and said, "This medicine will help you recover."

Yuejia frowned, seemingly somewhat resistant.

Jiang Xiyu scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and then brought it to Yuejia's lips, saying with a faint smile, "This medicine isn't bitter..."

Yuejia frowned and glanced at it, then her red eyes flickered a moment later.

His eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiyu, and suddenly he parted his lips slightly and took the spoon in Jiang Xiyu's hand into his mouth.

After drinking the herbal medicine, he slowly pushed the spoon out with the tip of his tongue.

Her red eyes seemed to be flirting, making it hard not to have romantic thoughts.

Jiang Xiyu felt a chill run down her spine from the stare.

His fingertips holding the spoon paused slightly, as if he could feel the subtle force pushing it out.

The force was tangible, like an electric current coursing up my spine.

Although it was just drinking medicine, Yuejia's action of holding the medicine in her mouth revealed an unspeakable seduction.

Jiang Xiyu sighed deeply in his heart, thinking to himself: This is no jade Guanyin, this is clearly a bewitching enchantress.

Yuejia smiled.

Jiang Xiyu looked at him helplessly and fed him spoonful by spoonful again.

Yuejia raised his eyes with interest, and gradually his gaze fell on Jiang Xiyu's thin lips moving as he blew the medicine.

The slight curve revealed when those lips were lightly pursed seemed to be a natural smile, and the pale red color resembled a peach blossom blooming in early spring, drifting along the water, looking very moist and soft.

He said the medicine wasn't bitter.

But at this moment, Yuejia felt her lips and teeth were dry, and a bitter feeling arose.

He pursed his lips, and couldn't help but think of the feeling of their lips touching each other last time.

Wet and soft...

Like dewdrops falling in the morning, or wine brewed from flower petals dyed by rain, every place is worth savoring.

That tender and inseparable feeling was as if he were being held in someone's arms and cherished with all his heart.

In a moment of panic, Yuejia's eyes trembled, and her hands, hanging at her sides, unconsciously clenched.

When Jiang Xiyu blew the medicine again.

Yuejia felt a tightness in her chest as she listened to the heartbeat that was clear yet gradually becoming frantic, as if she were being grabbed and sometimes stabbed hard, and sometimes gently caressed.

Just thinking about it is even more insane and exciting than the feeling he gets from inhaling evil thoughts.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu's lips and suddenly felt a little unwilling to take the medicine.

As he took his last bite, Jiang Xiyu noticed that he didn't open his lips for a long time, but just stared at her with a puzzled look in his eyes.

He looked down at himself, and seeing that nothing was wrong, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

The two curves at the corners of his lips accentuated his handsome yet gentle features.

Yuejia paused for a moment, then, as if possessed, moved closer to Jiang Xiyu's lips.

This time, he didn't lose control because of the merit; it was simply because he wanted to do it...

Jiang Xiyu was initially puzzled when he approached her, but then she saw him staring at her lips and getting closer with each breath, and then spilling some of the last spoonful of medicine.

This kiss did not have the lingering sweetness I had hoped for.

Jiang Xiyu thought he was using the same old trick to seduce her, so she turned her head slightly away.

And so, the kiss landed unexpectedly on his dimple.

Soft and warm...

Jiang Xiyu's breathing became slightly labored.

Yuejia gazed at his pale profile, her red eyes slowly turning for a moment, as if she hadn't expected Jiang Xiyu to dodge.

His breath brushed against his lips, and suddenly, as if he hadn't caught his desired prey, the snake's tongue flicked out, and it maliciously touched him.

That last spoonful of medicine was completely spilled.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, sensing that Yuejia was taking advantage of his advances, Jiang Xiyu took the initiative to distance himself from her.

He put down what he was holding and said, "The medicine has been spilled."

Yuejia's eyes darkened slightly.

His gaze was fixed on Jiang Xiyu, with a hint of cold scrutiny, as if he wanted to see something from Jiang Xiyu's face.

But Jiang Xiyu remained unfazed, his expression perfectly composed.

It was as if he really only avoided the area because the medicine had spilled.

Even though it was perfectly watertight, for some reason, Yuejia felt something was off.

His heart began to pound with inexplicable unease.

Jiang Xiyu had no idea that her action would arouse his suspicion.

Seeing that Yuejia's face was cold, and he looked unsatisfied and unhappy, he thought for a moment, then leaned over and gently kissed his cheek.

"Don't be angry, the medicine spilled and got your clothes dirty."

The voice sounded like a soft sigh, or perhaps a low sob.

Yuejia's cold face suddenly stiffened.

The fragrance of the rose was so close, yet suddenly vanished.

By the time Yuejia came to her senses, Jiang Xiyu had already moved some distance away.

It was rare for him to see the fairy-like Yuejia stunned, so his eyes and brows were filled with a smile.

The light and shadow falling on the ground refracted and softened by the light gauze, illuminating Jiang Xiyu's profile.

Yuejia noticed that those eyes were incredibly captivating when they looked at him.

She seemed to be filled with affection, yet it also seemed as if he was the only one in her eyes.

But what's missing is desire...