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

Chapter 11 Violent Aesthetics: Yandere Male Ghost Top VS Arrogant, Sharp-tongued, Wealthy Human Bott

My tongue has become poisonous after just one meal.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xiyu went back to her room to take a shower, but just as she came out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the bedroom door from the outside.

The knocking was like a death knell, accompanied by a familiar, cute, affected voice: "Brother~ are you asleep? Can you help me?"

Jiang Xiyu rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, looking slightly annoyed.

He went to open the door, his face cold: "What?"

"I want..." Shang Shi looked up, but his voice trailed off.

Having grown accustomed to Jiang Xiyu's aloof and ascetic demeanor, seeing him emerge from the bath as a beautiful woman was a refreshing surprise.

The handsome face that was pulled out of the water had a gentle glow. If Shang Shi lowered his gaze slightly, he could see the blushing skin under his neck, the delicate collarbone, and the half-hidden, sexy chest that aroused endless imagination.

He may not have had time to block his pheromones yet; his whole being seemed to be permeated with jasmine, exuding a captivating and rich fragrance.

The two were very close at this moment. Shang Shi remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head, biting his lip as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Seeing his awkward and stiff demeanor, Jiang Xiyu remained expressionless: "What do you want?"

He sighed softly, "I'm going to die."

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

He instantly felt like he'd been tricked, gave a cold laugh, and was about to close the door.

Shang, quick-witted and agile, slipped through the crack.

When he looked up, the darkness that flashed across his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his beautiful eyes turned up, revealing a hint of budding spring: "Brother, I'm not lying to you, I really... my back is killing me."

Jiang Xiyu frowned and glanced at it.

After that meal, he forgot about it. But when he was teasing 00, the little turtle did tell him that Shang Shi had been injured while playing ball.

He had originally intended to show the same care as an elder, but during the meal, the boy kept talking non-stop, which made him completely forget about it.

Nowadays, when people come to him seeking his care, he actually wants to kick them out, but he's afraid that if he does, his own foot will hurt.

Jiang Xiyu rubbed his temples, turned around and told him to wait before heading to the first-aid kit.

Shang Shi watched his departing figure, her eyes flickering.

This was actually the first time he had ever entered Jiang Xiyu's bedroom.

The bedroom was exquisitely and elegantly furnished, as cool and aloof as its owner, but what he really wanted was the large black bed.

Shang Shi walked over and estimated that it was much bigger than his own bed. Sleeping alone was indeed a bit of a luxury, but he felt that it could easily accommodate two people.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, he heard footsteps outside.

When Jiang Xiyu came in, she saw him standing by her bed and casually said one word: "Take it off."

Shang Shi's eyes widened in surprise, and he covered his chest with his hands.

Jiang Xiyu's lips twitched, and he said sarcastically, "Isn't it a back injury?"

As he spoke, he put down the first-aid kit, carefully selected a liniment for sprains and bruises.

Jiang Xiyu was about to take it to him to apply it when she saw Shang Shi, who hadn't taken off his clothes but was reaching out as if asking for a hug. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and her tone became increasingly irritable: "Did you break your own hand? Can't you take off your clothes?"

Shang Shi pouted, looking a little aggrieved: "Brother, the injury might be too serious, and I can't lift him up."

"..."

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath, feeling that the whole concept of brotherly love and filial piety was about to be nipped in the bud.

He really wanted to slap this scoundrel on the head.

But calm down, calm down...

Weird.

Jiang Xiyu gritted her teeth and whispered, "Get over here."

Shang Shi chuckled softly for no apparent reason, and walked towards him with her arms half outstretched, looking from a distance like she was about to embrace her lover.

But what embraced him before his lover was a cold, deadly object.

Before Shang Shi got very close, he felt something sharp pressing against his waist and abdomen.

He looked down.

Oh, there's a pair of scissors pointed at him.

If I got any closer, I'd be stabbed to death.

A secret sense of pleasure welled up inside Shang Shi, and he tried to speak: "Brother..."

Before the last note could even reach its peak, the scissors pressed against his waist moved forward an inch.

The meaning of the threat is already very clear.

If you open your mouth again, I'll stab you to death.

Shang Shi smiled, and his outstretched hand slowly fell down, looking somewhat regretful.

Seeing that he obediently put his hands down, Jiang Xiyu indifferently threw away the scissors in her hand, grabbed his clothes with great disdain and pulled them up, saying impatiently, "Lower your head a little."

"Is this alright?" Shang Shi obediently bent down, aligning her gaze with his.

The two of them stood very close, their pupils reflecting each other's images.

When their eyes met, Shang Shi felt as if his heart was about to break again.

He attributed the cause to the fact that he was like a little bee that had fallen into a jar of jasmine, almost dying from the suffocating smell of Jiang Xiyu. Since he was an Alpha, his heart must have been allergic.

Otherwise, why would it always be thumping?

Shang Shi moved uncontrollably toward Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze turned cold, and she suddenly ripped the clothes off his head from top to bottom.

The movements were anything but gentle; in fact, they were rather rough.

Shang Shi immediately cried out in pain, "Ouch, that hurts!"

Jiang Xiyu said expressionlessly, "Try coming any closer?"

"Ok."

He straightened up and took a slight step forward.

Jiang Xiyu's unconventional actions nearly caused his nose to collide with his chest.

What comes into view is a body that perfectly combines muscularity and youthful athleticism. The slightly taut body makes the contours even sharper and more defined, and the extended V-line is sexy and alluring, subtly and ambiguously disappearing below, which is extremely beautiful.

If any omega saw this, they'd probably be so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of Alpha male hormones that their legs would go weak.

But Jiang Xiyu is an Alpha, and even the slightest trace of another Alpha's pheromones would immediately stimulate his nerves, almost causing him to subconsciously frown and take a few steps back.

The air suddenly became inexplicably hot, and jasmine blossoms covered the ground.

Jiang Xiyu was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to inhale or not. Finally, her voice was unusually low and hoarse: "Shang Shi, don't use your pheromones to test my patience."

Shang Shi watched as the redness on his skin, visibly spreading upwards from his neck, was a result of the stimulation. He slowly closed his eyes, inhaled the scent in the air, blinked, and softly said, "It's not my pheromones, brother."

“It’s yours,” he said, then murmured in a coquettish tone, “Can’t you smell it? It’s all over here… your scent.”

He only released a tiny bit, which was no different from a stone sinking into the sea.