Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

Xiao Huaiyan found her really interesting.

Ordinary palace maids would either avoid him like the plague or harbor a glimmer of hope and try to curry favor with him when they saw this deposed crown prince, but this little palace maid in front of them was different.

She was obedient and docile, yet innocent and adorable, and worked in the greenhouse because she knew how to grow orchids.

Thankfully, it only deals with flowers and plants; if it were dealing with people, it would have been devoured whole, bones and all, long ago, because it was so innocent and harmless.

However, he felt that the more she acted like this, the more it aroused his heart.

Does he actually like this kind of thing?

That's probably it. He's seen too many sycophants and scheming people, so he probably prefers things that are clean and pure.

It's not easy for someone to stir up an unprecedented possessiveness in his heart, which has been dormant for many years. He has only met one person like this before.

Yes, we can't let it go.

He picked up his chopsticks and slowly and deliberately ate, his movements elegant and refined.

Jiang Rangrang also started eating. She had the normal appetite of a girl, and one bowl of rice was enough to fill her up.

"You should drink this."

Xiao Huaiyan pushed the bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall towards her.

Jiang Rangrang was pleasantly surprised; she really loved this. "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Let her taste it and see how it differs from the modern version!

Looking into her bright eyes, Xiao Huaiyan thought to himself that she was still a little glutton.

Jiang Rangrang: Yes, she is. She's lazy and greedy, and she doesn't have any of the admirable qualities of hard work and perseverance.

Across from him, Xiao Huaiyan appeared to be having a meal, but all his attention was focused on the young girl opposite him. His gaze was subtle and deep, meticulously tracing her features.

She eats with great relish; she doesn't touch the food she doesn't like, but she chews her food slowly and takes several bites of the food she likes.

She's so cute; even with freckles and age spots on her face, her cuteness is undeniable.

He was itching to see them, but those pieces were ultimately an eyesore.

So after the meal, he said, "Take off the disguise on your face."

Jiang Rangrang looked extremely nervous: "Your Highness...you...I didn't..."

Seeing her flustered little face, he felt helpless; everything was written all over her face.

"Don't worry, I won't punish you. Take off your disguise." His tone was reassuring.

Jiang Rangrang sat there, glancing up at his face repeatedly: "You really won't punish me?"

Xiao Huaiyan said meaningfully, "Don't worry, I guarantee it."

Jiang Rangrang went back to her room and returned shortly afterward with a clean-cut face.

Xiao Huaiyan's eyes darkened, and he called out to her in a deep voice, "Come here."

Jiang Rangrang hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

Why pretend to be someone you're not?

Xiao Huaiyan asked the question knowing the answer already.

Jiang Rangrang pursed her lips: "Palace maids can leave the palace at the age of twenty-five. I want to leave the palace."

I'm afraid... I'm afraid of being taken as a concubine by a powerful man.

Xiao Huaiyan sighed inwardly; her worries were justified.

"You don't need to bring me food anymore. Just stay by my side."

Jiang Rangrang nodded blankly: "Mm."

Xiao Huaiyan could tell at a glance that she didn't understand what he meant, but he wasn't in a hurry.

"Can you read?"

Jiang Rangrang left a tiny gap between his index finger and thumb: "Just a little bit."

I recognize some traditional Chinese characters, but not all of them.

"I'll teach you."

Xiao Huaiyan found it truly amazing. In the past, he had found life, his opponents, and the world itself to be boring.

But now he feels that as long as she is by his side, he finds everything interesting.

Jiang Rangrang nodded. She didn't know how to write calligraphy, so this was a good opportunity for her to learn.

She decided to learn one skill in each world, and in this world, she would learn calligraphy and master the brush pen.

I actually learned something from the first mission world: how to enjoy life and how to be a rich person.

How can this not be considered a skill? You can't even pretend to be rich if you've never experienced their life. This is all knowledge.

On the table were fine Xuan paper, wolf-hair brushes, pine soot ink, and Duan inkstones.

"Sit down." Xiao Huaiyan gestured with his eyes for her to sit next to him.

Jiang Rangrang sat down, maintaining a respectful distance from him.

Xiao Huaiyan raised an eyebrow, his narrow eyes falling on her: "Learn the character 'Xiao' first."

Jiang Rangrang turned to look at her: "Is it Xiao, the surname you use?"

"Yes, the Xiao whose surname is Guo."

Xiao Huaiyan picked up his brush and wrote the character "Xiao": "Try writing it like this."

Jiang Rangrang stared in disbelief at the densely packed characters, her little hands gripping the calligraphy brush.

Thank you to the experts for researching simplified Chinese characters! Thank you!

She felt that although her IQ was average, if she calmed down and worked hard, writing wouldn't be a big problem, right?

Well, I overestimated myself. The strokes are uneven and the lines are crooked. When I finished writing the character "萧" (Xiao), it was just a blob of ink, and I couldn't even tell the arms and legs apart.

She pouted and looked at Xiao Huaiyan with a slightly aggrieved expression: "Your Highness, I don't think I can do it."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes and looked dejected.

Xiao Huaiyan's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze lingering on her profile, his voice low and gentle: "It's alright, I'll help you write."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shifted slightly, reached out his long arm, and pulled the petite woman into his embrace.

Jiang Rangrang was caught off guard and sat on someone's lap. Her whole body froze instantly, and her heart pounded wildly.

Wait, why isn't the male lead pretending? He just exposed his purpose like that.

Sensing her stiffness, Xiao Huaiyan smiled and placed his warm palm on the back of her delicate hand, his fingertips enveloping her fingertips, as he held the pen with her.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist and abdomen, his chest pressed against her back, his warm breath hitting her neck with each breath.

Every word he uttered was scorching: "Hold the pen firmly, keep your wrist level."

This intimacy, which went a little too far, made Jiang Rangrang unable to relax at all, and her cheeks uncontrollably flushed red.

How could she possibly learn calligraphy? My goodness, this is the first day we've met, why isn't this male lead playing by the rules?

Xiao Huaiyan helped her write the character "Xiao" beautifully.

Yes, Jiang Rangrang didn't exert any force at all.

Xiao Huaiyan was clearly aware of her nervousness, but since he had already made his move, there was no going back.

He released his hand from the back of her hand, instead gripping her slender waist, and with a slight effort, flipped her over and placed her on the rosewood desk.

Jiang Rangrang exclaimed in surprise, her little face filled with panic.

Xiao Huaiyan leaned down directly, his deep eyes filled with an intense, unyielding desire.

Jiang Rangrang was frightened by that look and began to struggle.

This isn't about lying down and cooperating; we just met, there hasn't even been a process yet.

As it turns out, no.

His initial kisses were somewhat slow and tentative, as if giving her a chance to accept them.

It quickly turned into a deep, lingering kiss. As their lips and teeth intertwined, Xiao Huaiyan suddenly pressed her down onto the table and swept the table with his hand, causing everything on the table to fall to the floor with a clatter.

This chaotic scene seemed to add an extra touch of eroticism to the already ambiguous atmosphere.

Jiang Rangrang was pinned down, her limbs went weak, and she tried to push him away by placing her hands on his chest, but her strength was weak and powerless.

He held her close at hand, indulging in passionate kisses, his long, drawn-out kisses stealing her breath.

The only sounds in the air were the rapid, intertwined breaths and the ambiguous wet sounds between lips and teeth.

Suddenly, Jiang Rangrang's eyes widened, and she abruptly turned her head: "No!"