After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 97: I Don’t Care

Seeing her little boyfriend looking so pitiful, Yu Li let out a silent sigh.

Compared to when he had an episode, a clear-headed Bo Jingmo had another trait that gave her a headache—he liked to keep things to himself.

When he lost control, his rationality might go offline, but at least he’d say it when he was upset or express what he wanted.

But when he was sober, it was a different story.

Especially back when they first started dating, he was always anxious, always afraid of losing her. Even if something bothered him, he wouldn’t say it—just bottled it up until it became something huge by the time Yu Li noticed.

He was always scared she wouldn’t like him.

After all, he was her little boyfriend. Seeing him like this, all she felt was heartache.

In this world, they’d spent even less time together than in their previous life. She knew Bo Jingmo, but Bo Jingmo didn’t know her—not even remembering who she was.

Thinking of this, she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, her voice soft: “Bo Jingmo, do you like me?”

The man’s voice was muffled: “I do.”

Yu Li chuckled and asked, “Even if I lie through my teeth, go around killing people, and even killed you with my own hands… you’d still like me?”

Bo Jingmo’s body froze.

He wanted to say, that wasn’t something you did willingly.

But when the words reached his lips, they turned into: “I still like you.”

Even if Yu Li really was that kind of person, he still liked her.

The woman gave a soft laugh when she heard that and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Me too.”

She gently cupped his face and looked him straight in the eyes: “Did you forget? The first time we met, you were a terrifying ghost, and I never once disliked you.”

After saying that, Yu Li slowly kissed him, her voice laced with amusement: “That night, I let you in on purpose.”

Those words made Bo Jingmo’s expression freeze.

Memories surged like a flood. Scenes that had faded into the background suddenly grew vivid again, replaying clearly before his eyes.

Their first meeting had been in the haunted villa instance.

That night, he had been drawn by the scent of her soul, and in a fit of madness, snuck into her villa and did all sorts of crazy things.

And now Yu Li said—it was all part of her plan.

The woman lifted her gaze and glanced at him, her fair fingertips tracing gently from his wrist down to the back of his hand, then slowly over his slender knuckles.

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Finally, their fingers interlaced tightly.

“Bo Jingmo, if I noticed you at first glance in that haunted villa, it means the aura on you drew me in too.”

She leaned in and nipped at his neck, her voice gentle yet dangerous: “If you ever change… I won’t want you anymore.”

The chill of his skin passed into her, laced with coldness. Bo Jingmo instinctively tightened his hold on her soft hands.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. At this moment, he couldn’t even name the emotion in his heart.

Relief? Joy? Or perhaps secret delight?

After learning this hidden side of Yu Li, Bo Jingmo actually felt relieved.

If that was the case, didn’t it mean she was like him? That neither of them were normal?

Then that’s…

Perfect.

His tense lips finally relaxed. The gloom in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a spark of excitement.

He bowed his head gently, resting his forehead against her shoulder, his voice soft: “Let me help you, okay?”

Yu Li raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know what I’m planning to do?”

“You want to kill them.”

Bo Jingmo chuckled lowly, “Whether it’s the villagers or the players, if you want to kill them, go ahead.”

Yu Li’s eyes curved into a smile, but she spoke with feigned hesitation: “Isn’t that bad? They’re your teammates. If they find out you’re with a ghost, they’ll all team up to go after you.”

Bo Jingmo lifted his head and kissed her eyelids, his kisses light and full of restrained affection.

“I don’t care.”

Bo Jingmo didn’t care about teammates. In the instance, the only one he cared about was Yu Li. Even if those people turned on him, he wouldn’t regret his choice.

He would always be on Yu Li’s team.

Zhao Xu had once said—if Bo Jingmo became him, he would’ve made the same choice.

But Zhao Xu was wrong—completely wrong.

Because Bo Jingmo would never leave Yu Li.

He would even willingly give his life for her.

That’s what made them different.

The woman’s fingertip gently touched his chest. She narrowed her eyes, her voice laced with enchantment: “Bo Jingmo, killing players without cause… will cost you points.”

Bo Jingmo caught her wrist and lowered his head to kiss her fingertips. Looking up with a curved smile, his deep voice indulgent: “Then let it cost me.”

Yu Li raised an eyebrow: “That won’t do.”

She swayed her legs slightly, then wrapped her arms around her little boyfriend’s neck, grinning:

“It’s simple. If they all become accomplices, then no one will blame you.”

She was going to kill them, and she wanted the points too.

And to have both—she just needed to make use of those ‘kind-hearted’ teammates.

As footsteps drew nearer, Yu Li handed the red veil to Bo Jingmo, then pulled a small knife from her sleeve.

Her eyes curved as she said, “Bo Jingmo, if you’re going to die, it’ll only be by my hand.”

The man chuckled lowly at her words, then raised a hand to gently cover her with the red veil:

“My honor.”

–

Meanwhile.

After Old Wei and the others reached Chen Daxie’s home, they saw flames roaring on the rooftop. The blaze lit up the pitch-black sky, and thick smoke billowed out, stinging their eyes with tears.

Covering his nose, Old Wei frowned: “The door still won’t open?”

Someone replied, “No! We all tried breaking it down, but it won’t budge!”

Hearing that, Old Wei’s eyes darkened with concern: “Everyone’s still inside?”

If they died here, he’d collect their souls right away.

He was just about to send someone to fetch something when a shout came from not far off: “Old Wei!! The back door opened!!”

Old Wei paused slightly, squinting in that direction: “The back door opened?”

It just had to open after he arrived?

He walked to the rear and sure enough, the door was wide open.

“We already have people inside putting out the fire,” the person explained. “When we first arrived, the door wouldn’t budge, but it suddenly opened just now.”

Hearing this, Old Wei’s eyes narrowed.

Just what was that female ghost planning?

Before long, Guangran’s group was brought out, along with Chen Chang.

Their faces were blackened with smoke, their bodies carrying new injuries. But one had to admit—Qi Mai’s physical endurance was truly impressive. Even after all that, he could still walk on his own.

Ji Xun wasn’t so lucky.

Already injured, his eyes had been seared by the heat and the pain was unbearable—he passed out on the spot and had to be carried out by the others.

Yi Xian, watching from the side, clicked her tongue almost imperceptibly, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes.

Guangran asked Qi Mai softly, “Brother Qi, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I can manage.” Qi Mai gave her a reassuring smile.

But Old Wei didn’t relax upon seeing them alive. In fact, his face grew even more serious.

If the ghost wasn’t targeting them… then who was it?

A name suddenly flashed in his mind, and his expression changed.

—Where’s Zhao Xu?!