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

Chapter 12 Violent Aesthetics: Yandere Male Ghost Top VS Arrogant, Sharp-tongued, Wealthy Human Bott

Jiang Xiyu felt a chill run down her spine after hearing what he said. As if realizing something, she reached out her long, slender hand to the back of her neck, where there was no longer any obstruction to her glands.

Damn it, he had just taken it off while showering and hadn't even had a chance to put it back on when Shang Shi knocked on the door. Then, he was so focused on Shang Shi that he forgot all about it.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was feeling annoyed and about to turn around to find the barrier patch, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Shang Shi looked at him, her eyes squinting upwards: "If you don't mind, brother, use mine."

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, the words of refusal just about to come out of her mouth.

The next second, I felt something cool brush against the side of my neck, and then something firmly stuck to the back of my neck.

The sensation of slightly rough fingers brushing against the glands almost instantly made Jiang Xiyu's eyes turn red.

Shang Shi's eyes trembled slightly as he felt the incredibly delicate skin beneath his fingertips and the warmth flowing through it. A deep, unfathomable look flashed across his eyes.

With the Alpha holding the back of her neck, the difference in height made the position seem inexplicably alluring and ambiguous.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Xiyu coldly raised her arm and swatted his hand away. When she met his gaze, her tone was completely emotionless: "If you don't want to go to the hospital, then don't come near me."

Alpha pheromones are mutually antagonistic. It's already a good thing that the two of them didn't fight because of the high pheromone concentration just now.

The hand that Shang Shi had been pushed away still carried a tingling sensation.

He unconsciously curled his fingertips, where the warmth of their recent contact seemed to linger.

Although Jiang Xiyu's voice sounded calm, Shang Shi was still perceptive and caught a hint of trembling in it.

His pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, then he obediently replied, "Oh."

Jiang Xi's patience ran out, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Turn around, finish treating your wound, and get out of here immediately."

This time, Shang Shi obediently turned his back, revealing the horrific marks on his shoulders and back—large patches of bruises, some of which had even turned a dark purple.

Jiang Xiyu was about to step forward to help him apply the patch, but Shang Shi took the initiative and found a comfortable position first.

He braced his hands on the edge of the bed, one leg bent at the knee, kneeling on it, his back to him in an extremely submissive posture, his tone even as if he were going to his death: "Brother, come on."

The bulging back muscles were incredibly powerful, flowing down the sunken waist...

The stark contrast between the black sheets and pale skin creates an overwhelming sexual tension that is impossible to ignore.

Jiang Xiyu's hand holding the item trembled slightly, and her expression immediately became complicated.

He felt that this posture wasn't quite right...

Ah, no, why is this kid using this posture?

It's still in his bed!!!

Jiang Xiyu wanted to kick him in the butt, but she didn't want to get entangled with him any longer, so she forced herself to walk over.

A moment later, the sound of an Alpha shouting in protest echoed from the room.

"Ouch, brother, be gentle!"

Jiang Xiyu listened, wishing she could sew Shang Shi's mouth shut with a needle.

Finally, after all the accusations were combined, he could no longer tolerate it and, looking at the bruises, slapped her mercilessly: "You fucking try yelling again?"

That tone was no different from saying "You're asking for it."

Shang Shi gasped in pain.

(?﹏?)

After applying the medicine, Shang Shi sat down on the edge of the bed and put on his clothes.

Jiang Xiyu stood quietly to the side, watching him.

In fact, if you look closely behind the business, you can easily find some old scars.

He had already noticed it when he applied the plaster to Shang Shi.

Jiang Xiyu's anger came and went quickly, and now, looking at those wounds, he surprisingly felt a little pity.

"How did you get the other injuries on your back?"

Shang Shi paused in his movements, a certain unfathomable look flashing in his eyes. After a long while, he avoided speaking, saying, "It's just playing ball. You always get injured during training."

Jiang Xiyu exposed the truth, saying, "That's a knife wound."

Shang Shi's pupils contracted, and in that instant, his eyes became bloodshot, his gaze suddenly turning desolate and cold, a fleeting moment.

He looked up, staring intently into Jiang Xiyu's eyes. After a long while, he smiled, a smile that seemed both troubled and relieved: "I thought that after so much time, the marks would have faded away."

The emotion in his eyes was hard to describe. In the end, he could only say, somewhat unhappily, "Those marks must look ugly."

Oh shit.

Jiang Xiyu could tell he didn't want to talk, and her brows furrowed.

While in the orphanage, Shang Shi was often bullied and isolated by other children his age because of his face, which was even more outstanding than that of an omega. Therefore, before he fully differentiated into an Alpha, he must have suffered a lot because of this.

Jiang Xiyu recalled the several Alphas who had followed him after he left the bar last time. He guessed that such harassment was probably nothing new for Shang Shi.

Therefore, fighting is probably understandable.

Jiang Xiyu thought to himself, and once again felt disgusted by the original owner's act of stealing someone else's life.

When his gaze fell upon the unusual red marks on Shang Shi's forearm, he changed the dressing and approached her again.

The merchant looked up in confusion.

Jiang Xiyu slightly raised her chin, gesturing to him.

"Hand out."

Shang Shi obediently did as instructed, and after noticing the marks, he murmured, "I didn't even notice."

Of course, you were busy performing, how could you possibly notice?

Jiang Xiyu rolled her eyes silently, and after a long while, a cold snort escaped from her nose: "I really owe you something."

Shang Shi lowered his eyelids, staring blankly at his movements.

Suddenly, I heard the words "I owe you," and the corners of my lips, which were always naturally upturned, were pressed down by indifference.

He suddenly raised his head and looked intently at Jiang Xiyu, the shadow cast by his eyelashes slowly covering the last glimmer of light in his pupils. His tone was soft, tinged with sarcasm, as he asked, "What does brother owe me?"

Jiang Xiyu stood there. Although Shang Shi's expression was not much different from usual, he could still strongly feel the coldness and gloom in his gaze, like a silver thread quenched in ice water, pulling him tighter and tighter, until Jiang Xiyu felt his heart suffocating.

What do we owe each other? We both know perfectly well.

But when the words reached her lips, Jiang Xiyu found herself unable to say them.

Because that would make him feel that it was a bit pretentious.

Are you suggesting I should weep and confess my mistakes in front of this kid?

Jiang Xiyu scoffed: "Don't you remember what I owe you? You probably ate too many lollipops and got Alpine syndrome."

That's why I'm so forgetful.

Shang Shi: "."