After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 85 Suspected Missed Bo Jingmo’s Bed Scene With Someone

Chapter 85 Suspected Missed Bo Jingmo’s Bed Scene With Someone

Yi Xian pulled Ji Xun aside the moment he arrived late, quickly asking, “Did you hear anything last night?”

Ji Xun’s skill let him hear all movements around him.

But it came with a cooldown, and after one use, he had to wait a long time before using it again—so it was rare to activate it twice in one instance.

Hearing her question, Ji Xun’s already dark expression grew even gloomier. He ruffled his hair in frustration and gritted out, “No idea. I didn’t hear anything.”

Ji Xun was about to die of frustration. He’d actually used his skill last night because he felt like something was definitely going to happen.

At first, he’d heard Li Li unzip his tent, and got excited. Just as he was about to keep listening, something felt off.

Because he heard the zipper being opened a second time.

It couldn’t have been Li Li coming back to zip it up again—he’d already heard Li Li’s footsteps walking away.

So whose tent was it?

Someone else had come out?

While Ji Xun was trying to figure out which tent it was, the sound suddenly stopped. And then he…

Actually fcking fell asleep!!

Slept like the dead. Slept through everything.

Absolutely ridiculous!

Ji Xun had never fallen asleep while using his skill. And he wasn’t even tired at the time! How could he have just passed out?

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. That second zipper sound—whose tent had it come from?

Hearing a woman nearby yawning groggily, he turned instinctively to glance over—then suddenly had a flash of insight.

Right! It sounded like it came from Bo Jingmo’s side!!

Ji Xun had absolute confidence in his directional hearing. So it was either Bo Jingmo, or the one next to him… Du Yanhan?

Thinking of how obsessed that NPC was with Bo Jingmo, he pushed away the thoughts in his eyes, shoved his hands into his pockets, and strolled over with a sly little smile, voice gentle: “Sister Du, did you hit a home run last night?”

Du Yanhan looked like she hadn’t fully woken up. Hearing Ji Xun’s question, she rolled her eyes, curled her lip, and snapped impatiently, “Get lost. Kids shouldn’t ask about grown-up business.”

What home run? She didn’t even make it to first base.

Du Yanhan had been all fired up last night—but the moment she lay down in the tent, she fell asleep.

And she kept having nightmares. Chased around by a bunch of female ghosts.

Unbelievable.

She frowned and looked at the corpse floating in the middle of the lake. A hint of unease flickered in her eyes as she muttered, “There really better not be ghosts…”

She was about to go grab her phone from the tent when she spotted Bo Jingmo standing not far away.

The man had changed clothes—now in a short-sleeved shirt with a black jacket thrown on top. The sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing strong arms. His messy bangs fell casually over his forehead, hands casually tucked into his pockets, expression as cold as ever.

But something felt… off.

With her years of experience, Du Yanhan felt like Bo Jingmo’s current state was oddly familiar—just like those men she’d slept with before. That satisfied, lazy post-sex vibe.

Sex…!?

The word exploded in her brain. Du Yanhan froze on the spot, eyes darting to his face—

And sure enough—she saw a fresh hickey on his neck, along with the faint curve of his lips. Her pupils shrank sharply.

Who was it!???

Who had been with Bo Jingmo last night??

She looked around at everyone present, but none of them matched.

Yi Xian? Guangran? That Zhao Meng chick they just met half a day ago?

No way.

Du Yanhan stood like a puppet whose soul had been sucked out. Totally blank—until Ji Xun patted her shoulder. “Sister Du, you good?”

She turned and glanced at him, eyes flickering, expression unreadable as she asked, “Ji Xun, the way you asked me earlier… was it because you heard something last night?”

She looked around, then leaned in slightly, lowering her voice: “I didn’t make it to Bo Jingmo’s tent last night, but I think someone else did.”

And they even slept together!!

Just thinking about it made Du Yanhan clutch her chest in despair.

But Ji Xun’s focus was totally different.

If Du Yanhan had fallen asleep, then the sounds from last night must’ve come from Bo Jingmo’s side—he was the one who left?

Or… someone went in?

Meanwhile, the livestream comments exploded over their hushed conversation.

【???????? Damn it, camera director, I’ll hate you forever!! What did you make me miss??】

【Reply above: Apparently missed Bo Jingmo’s bed scene with someone.】

【AAAAHHHHHH!!! I NEED HEALING!! Can we rewind somehow?!】

【I’m so mad, so mad, SO MAD! Why would you do this to me! I saw the hickey too! It was intense!! Who was it?!】

【What a slap in the face. Just yesterday y’all said Bo Jingmo would never get involved with anyone, and now he’s outpacing everyone.】

【Fck these NPC plots, I don’t care! I just want the bed scene!!】

【Chen Chang and Zhao Xu, right? I’ve got your names down. I swear I wanna jump through the screen and tell the players: everyone in this village is evil. Kill them all.】

【From what they said last night, I’m guessing something weird’s going on in the village—like they need human sacrifices?】

【And only the men? Leaving the women for some creepy old bachelors? Disgusting.】

【Sounds like trafficking women to me. KILL KILL KILL. I’m all for wiping them out.】

【So that woman from before, Zhao Xu’s wife… was she killed by them too?】

【Which means… this instance has no ghosts? The real horror is the people?】

【Tsk tsk, people can be scarier than ghosts.】

【So… who the hll slept with Bo Jingmo last night…】

【Camera director!! I HATE YOU!! Unless you tell me it was—】

Li Li’s death didn’t cause much of a stir. The players had pretty much expected it.

But what Du Yanhan wanted to know most… was who had been with Bo Jingmo last night.

The group silently set off toward the village. Along the way, Du Yanhan tried multiple times to approach Bo Jingmo, but never found the chance to speak. She glanced around too—still couldn’t figure out who the culprit was.

D**n it! Who the hll was it?!

And then she noticed something that made her even angrier—there were scratch marks on Bo Jingmo’s arm from fingernails!!

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The veins on his arm were faintly bulging. The scratches were jarring but also somehow added a lewd, sensual air—he looked stupidly sexy.

No doubt about it. Things got wild last night.

AAAAHHHH!!

Du Yanhan was on the verge of a breakdown, clawing at her hair in pure rage.

She didn’t get to sleep with him—so who the hll did?!

Yi Xian noticed and walked over curiously, raising a brow. “What’s wrong with you? Why so pissed?”

Du Yanhan squinted at her, then suddenly blurted, “It was you?”

Yi Xian: ?

What the hell.

Yi Xian turned and walked away.

She had hoped to squeeze some info out of this NPC. Clearly not worth it. Never mind.

But Du Yanhan saw her reaction and assumed she was guilty. She grabbed Yi Xian’s wrist, voice icy and shrill, seething with rage: “Was it you in Bo Jingmo’s tent last night?!”

She didn’t even bother lowering her voice.

Instantly, everyone turned to stare.

Yi Xian: “……….”

Oh sweet merciful god, she should’ve never walked over here.

At the sound of Bo Jingmo’s name, she instinctively glanced his way—

But the moment she met those deep, ice-cold eyes, she shrank back in terror, cold sweat forming on her forehead.

Are you f**ing serious, Du Yanhan?! You think everyone’s as wild as you??

Who the h*ll would dare go into his tent!