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

Chapter 167 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh

Jiang Xiyu tried several times but couldn't free his hand; Yuan Huan held his wrist captive. In the end, he simply let him be, smiled, and pretended to be obedient, saying, "Fine, then you can kneel here and warm my hands. You can get up whenever my hands are warm, okay?"

Damn it, what a question.

Yuan Huan didn't respond, but he couldn't refuse either. He held Jiang Xiyu's hand, his gaze fixed on Jiang Xiyu's abdomen, the fragrance at the tip of his nose becoming more and more lingering, the distance gradually changing, becoming closer than he himself realized.

Jiang Xiyu still had a smile on her lips, but when she looked down at Yuan Huan, that smile never reached her eyes.

This process is like training a hawk.

During this long and agonizing ordeal, the hall quieted down, and the heater grew increasingly hot amidst the rising steam. This external heat made the restlessness within Yuan Huan's body even more pronounced.

He held Jiang Xiyu's icy hand, trying to draw coolness from her skin.

But the effect was minimal, and he even had the urge to pull at his collar several times.

But he couldn't pull away; if he let go, the young emperor would definitely not want him to touch him again. The feeling of touching those hands was simply too wonderful, and Yuan Huan couldn't let go at all. Only his sharp Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

Yuan Huan did not want to be a puppet of desire, but he also did not feel that having desires was a shameful thing.

He always does things on a whim; if he wants to do something, he will do it.

He wants to touch that hand right now, and the opportunity is presented to him; he will seize it and not let go.

As he knelt before the young emperor, he saw again the waist that had been lightly pinched by his thumb during the day. His gaze instantly changed, as if it were about to transform into an invisible hand and then reach through the clothes to caress the waist.

Yuan Huan's gaze was too dangerous.

Even though Jiang Xiyu wasn't looking at him, he could still sense it.

Jiang Xiyu struggled to stand up straight and realized that his waist seemed to be bound by a waist belt again, making it hard for him to breathe.

A sudden surge of irritation rose in his heart, and after a long while, he looked down at Yuan Huan.

Since he couldn't use his hands, his gaze gripped Yuan Huan's hair like five fingers, forcing him to look up at him.

"Hmm?" Yuan Huan looked up.

In the instant their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu said definitively, "Your Highness, your mind is too restless."

His chest heaved, almost touching the fabric of his clothes against his abdomen.

Yuan Huan actually laughed when he heard this, and said, "Your Majesty, you are too good at taking lives."

"Really?" Jiang Xiyu didn't believe it, only slightly curling his lips to tease, "Jumping so fast, you won't die in front of me later, will you?"

Yuan Huan smiled with a hint of frivolity and said, "To die in front of His Majesty is a romantic thing, even as a ghost."

Jiang Xiyu sensed the flirtatious tone in his words, took a half step back to get away from Yuan Huan's breath, and looked down at him with a cold sneer: "If the young master has nowhere to vent his anger, I can give you two buckets of ice water to cool him down."

Yuan Huan then put on airs and said, "Both thunder and rain are the Emperor's grace, and I can accept them all."

The thunder and rain were twisted into ambiguity in his mouth.

Jiang Xiyu's ears burned as she listened, but she remained indifferent and said, "I'm afraid you're insatiable."

Yuan Huan chuckled but didn't say anything.

The hall fell silent once more, as if they were locked in a silent standoff.

Throughout this standoff, Jiang Xiyu maintained a superior attitude.

He had no thoughts about that kind of thing, and even if he deliberately provoked Yuan Huan, he could not possibly be swayed by desire.

Yuan Huan was different from him. He initially looked down on him, but when he knelt down for his own desires, he was destined to be at a disadvantage.

As a result, he sweated more and more, and the hair at his temples became wet, some even dripping down his chin and onto his clothes.

Those are all evidence.

Jiang Xiyu was satisfied. The hand he was holding moved slightly, and the fingertips brushed against Yuan Huan's palm as a reward.

Yuan Huan's eyes flickered with a sudden restlessness, and the spot on his palm where it had been scratched suddenly felt a little itchy.

"Why is Your Highness sweating so much?" Feeling the sticky, slippery feeling on the back of his hand, Jiang Xiyu smiled innocently at him and said worriedly, "What should I do? You can hardly hold my hand anymore."

As he spoke, he instinctively tried to pull his finger away.

Yuan Huan chuckled for a moment, then used force to stop him, without letting go.

Jiang Xiyu leaned down, his gaze level with his, and smiled slightly as if coaxing him, "Let go of me, Your Highness. Aren't you tired of kneeling like this?"

"I'm so tired of standing."

Yuan Huan smiled frivolously and said, "Your Majesty is tired, why don't you sit on the couch?"

Jiang Xiyu's expression changed several times, his pupils shifted, and then he coughed softly, his body trembling like bamboo leaves in the rain.

Yuan Huan knew this was a trick the young emperor often used, but he still couldn't help but ask, "Does Your Majesty feel cold?"

"No." Jiang Xiyu looked at him with her eyes closed, her hand, which was being held by Yuan Huan, tightened slightly, and she only said, "This heater is too hot."

He spoke of the brazier, but his gaze lingered on Yuan Huan's face, and he said softly, "I am still a little thirsty."

"Is that so?" Yuan Huan's heart warmed, and he acted recklessly, saying in a flirtatious tone, "Your Majesty, would you like to take off another garment?"

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, staring at him casually and said, "If I take off any more clothes, I'll be completely naked."

As he spoke, he frowned and pretended to be troubled, saying, "What will we do when the prince gets thirsty? The tea in the palace will be insufficient again, just like that day."

At such close range, Yuan Huan's gaze fell on his face, then swept over his collarbone, and then over the slightly open shirt.

He could even clearly feel the other person's breath, and with the tone of his voice, the breath between their lips was faintly visible.

The beast within Yuan Huan was suddenly stirred, and after a moment of distraction, it stirred restlessly, almost bursting out of its cage.

I'm very thirsty.

He wanted to hold something in his mouth to quench his thirst.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xiyu maliciously hid the thirst-quenching drink.

He could no longer see it.

Jiang Xiyu, however, took the opportunity to seduce him, maliciously drawing out her voice, "Let me go, I'm going to take a bath."

Yuan Huan was caught off guard by the word "bathing" and the jade in his palm slipped away.

Jiang Xiyu shook his hand dismissively, as if trying to wipe away the sweat Yuan Huan had given him.

He turned to the side, straightened his clothes, glanced at Yuan Huan, and then walked towards the hot spring on the other side of the bedroom.

Yuan Huan felt his spine go numb from that one look.

He cursed him inwardly as a madman, and finally couldn't help but raise his hand and haphazardly tug at his collar, his brows and eyes filled with unsatisfied anxiety.

"Your Majesty," Yuan Huan followed without expression, gritting his teeth as he said, "I will serve you."

"I don't want to," Jiang Xiyu refused.

After Yuan Huan touched his hand, he didn't really want Yuan Huan to touch it again.

So when he was taking a bath, he summoned someone and ordered the eunuch to keep Yuan Huan outside.

Yuan Huan gave a barely perceptible sneer. These people? Could they possibly stop him?

Jiang Xiyu noticed his thoughts and turned around to give him a warning glare.

Those eyes were truly like a deer's, bright and gleaming. Even when feigning ferocity, the powerful bird would only perceive it as pleading and fawning.

Yuan Huan felt a tightness in his throat and laughed inexplicably, his gaze toward Jiang Xiyu filled with a hunting ferocity.

The eunuchs had their backs to the hot spring, and those blocking his way were all oppressed and unable to raise their heads.

Separated only by a veil that hung like clouds, Jiang Xiyu removed the last piece of clothing covering her body.

Behind the gauze curtain, a vague and ambiguous silhouette slowly emerged. As he stepped down from the hot spring, the curves of his waist and hips, and his shapely and slender legs were all on full display for Yuan Huan.

In such a hazy and provocative atmosphere, Yuan Huan looked at the beautiful lines on the male body, but subconsciously thought that Jiang Xiyu was too thin.

Even though he thought the young emperor was very thin when he first met him, he always wore a cloak and was wrapped up tightly when he visited him. Now, seeing his frail body so openly, Yuan Huan's agitated and restless emotions seemed to dissipate in an instant.

This was the punishment the young emperor inflicted on him, a painful torment that he could see but not touch.

But within this punishment, something else secretly grew, something inconspicuous, yet it bound my heart silently like a drizzle.