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

Chapter 95 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [33]

The outline on the balcony gradually faded, and the curtains fell, completely blocking the prying eyes of the night.

Jiang Xiyu's legs went weak. After being carried to sit on the sofa, she rested her chin lightly on Lu Xingye's shoulder, her chest rising and falling slightly. She closed her eyes and took a long time to recover from the suffocating feeling of being dehydrated.

The bedroom was so quiet that it seemed as if only their heartbeats could be heard.

Just then, the air conditioner beeped twice; Lu Xingye had turned down the temperature.

Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes halfway upon hearing this, looked her over for a moment, and said with very red lips, "Don't turn it too low, you'll get cold later."

He had already set the air conditioner to a low temperature, afraid that Lu Xingye would feel stuffy.

Now that he's lowered the setting, Jiang Xiyu is worried that he might feel uncomfortable.

Lu Xingye tossed the remote control aside and said meaningfully, "It's very hot now."

Jiang Xiyu was speechless, and felt a little ashamed of sitting on him face to face, so she hesitated and wanted to stand up.

Lu Xingye's hand, which was resting on his lower back, didn't move. He simply raised his eyes as a warning and called out to him, "Jiang Xiyu."

"Hmm." Jiang Xiyu responded and then dared not move much. Her gaze fell on Lu Xingye's silver hair, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to brush away the stray hairs covering his eyebrows.

“Brother Xingye, your hair seems to have grown longer.”

Lu Xingye didn't think much of it. His gaze swept over Jiang Xiyu's soft black hair, and he snorted softly, "Your hair isn't short either."

Jiang Xiyu reminded her, "Yours have turned black."

Silver hair is already a very striking color, and if the roots are slightly dyed black, it will create a very jarring and disjointed look.

Fortunately, no matter what color it is, Lu Xingye's face can pull it off.

Because Lu Xingye's skin is naturally very fair, coupled with that cool hair color, his facial features become even more sharp and distinct, giving him an aloof and noble appearance. When he doesn't smile, he really looks unapproachable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but recall Lu Xingye's smile to him just now.

Although it's very light, it's really, really beautiful.

Jiang Xiyu felt a shiver run through her body as she thought about how she had just kissed that attractive face and felt his high nose bridge brush against her cheek.

If Lu Xingye were to get another ear piercing, she would look even prettier.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze lingered unconsciously on Lu Xingye's earlobe for a long time, until it turned red.

Lu Xingye finally couldn't stand it any longer and asked him, her tone slightly annoyed: "What are you looking at?"

"Brother Xingye, you're really handsome." Jiang Xiyu said as if in admiration, revealing his true feelings without warning.

"..."

Lu Xingye gave a very light and stiff tug at his lips.

He didn't speak, but stared into Jiang Xiyu's eyes. Seeing that Jiang Xiyu was looking at him with great infatuation, Lu Xingye raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

The young master was completely unaware of his current posture, raising his chin like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, his expression arrogant, yet subtly exuding a charming smugness.

He didn't say anything, but instead generously allowed Jiang Xiyu to look him over.

After watching Jiang Xiyu for so long, Lu Xingye's neck started to ache, so he couldn't help but reach out and pinch Jiang Xiyu's waist to signal him to stop watching.

Jiang Xiyu did not understand what he meant at all.

Lu Xingye took a deep breath, his fingertips slipped into Jiang Xiyu's waist and twisted it again, the force as light as a lover's caress.

Jiang Xiyu felt a chill and shifted her waist.

Lu Xingye swallowed hard, feigning seriousness: "Don't look."

Jiang Xiyu then realized what was happening and looked away somewhat embarrassed.

Lu Xingye was annoyed that his gaze had been averted for too long, and softly brought up the topic that Jiang Xiyu had brought up earlier: "What's wrong with my hair?"

Jiang Xiyu then looked at him obediently and patiently repeated the explanation to him, her tone serious: "Your hair has grown black, do you want to dye it?"

Before Lu Xingye could speak, Jiang Xiyu's fingertips dug into his hair and suggested, "Your birthday is coming up soon, why don't you dye it... just go and dye it."

That docile demeanor, coupled with her still-moist eyes, made her utterly irresistible.

Unable to refuse, Lu Xingye could only angrily question him: "Are you so concerned about my hair? Is it because it doesn't look good that you don't like it?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head: "No, no."

He paused for a moment before revealing his personal desire: "I just want to look my best on Xingye's birthday."

Lu Xingye frowned, somewhat amused: "Why would a man like me need to look pretty?"

He asked, "Jiang Xiyu, are you treating me like your doll?"

"I didn't, I didn't," Jiang Xiyu retorted, lowering her head nervously.

Lu Xingye wouldn't let him off the hook, continuing to press, "The way you were staring at my earlobe just now, were you trying to pierce a hole in it with your gaze?"

When her little scheme was exposed by the person in question, Jiang Xiyu trembled slightly. She tightened and loosened her grip on Lu Xingye's clothes several times before finally mustering the courage to look up at him and apologize for her bad thoughts.

Lu Xingye's wicked interest in Jiang Xiyu was piqued. Just as he was about to jokingly ask Jiang Xiyu why he didn't go and fight one himself, their eyes met. Lu Xingye saw a silent longing in those clear black and white eyes.

It's as if she really wants to see him wearing an earring.

Lu Xingye's heart wavered for a moment, as if afflicted by illness, and the feeling of wanting to compromise with Jiang Xiyu grew stronger and stronger...

Unable to contain himself, he finally said coldly, "I'm afraid of pain, Jiang Xiyu."

You absolutely cannot fight it.

She couldn't tell if it was because she was unwilling, or because she was too shy to let Jiang Xiyu succeed.

Afraid of being led astray by his wavering thoughts, the young master came up with a very lame excuse.

Sure enough, the longing in Jiang Xiyu's eyes vanished as soon as he heard that he was afraid of pain.

He refused to let Lu Xingye get his ears pierced, and the guilt and regret that belatedly welled up in his eyes almost overflowed.

Lu Xingye looked at Jiang Xiyu and his eyes lowered again, as if blaming himself for having such thoughts.

Lu Xingye inexplicably felt a tightness in his chest.

Compared to Jiang Xiyu's expression, he still preferred the other person smiling and looking at him with stars in their eyes.

So, the young master took the initiative to reach out and lift his chin, asking in a low, very awkward voice, "What color do you like?"

what?

Jiang Xiyu was forced to look up and meet his gaze. When she heard Lu Xingye ask this question, she was quite puzzled.

After a long pause, under Lu Xingye's impatient gaze, Jiang Xiyu replied softly, "Green."

"..."

The moment the words left his mouth, the young master's face darkened, seemingly very dissatisfied with the color Jiang Xiyu liked.

Seeing his strange expression, Jiang Xiyu tentatively suggested another color she liked, her tone hesitant: "Blue?"

Lu Xingye said "Oh," and his expression softened a bit.