After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 178: Drink It Later
Yu Li rarely cried—she had never cried in front of others—because she didn’t want to waste tears on pointless things. Besides, crying never solved anything.
The few times she did cry were all because of her pitifully sweet boyfriend.
The man lifted his hand to protect the back of her head. His palm was warm. His other hand gently hooked under her chin, and he lowered his head to softly kiss away the tears at the corner of her eyes, then affectionately kissed her eyes.
His voice was hoarse, laced with tender coaxing: “It’s my fault, baby, don’t cry.”
After hearing what Yu Li said, Bo Jingmo’s heart felt like it was soaking in warm sour water—tingly and numb, but also aching.
How could someone like her exist?
She didn’t even need him to speak to know how he felt, to know what was on his mind.
Bo Jingmo thought, there was no way he would ever let Yu Li go.
Even in death, he wouldn’t.
Call it selfish or despicable.
Because he really couldn’t accept a world without her—and he couldn’t bear to see her choose someone else.
He lowered his head and kissed her face bit by bit, each movement tender and light, as if handling a fragile porcelain doll.
“I’m not upset.”
“I’ve got such an amazing girlfriend—I’m really happy. I just want to catch up to you.”
When he saw everything Yu Li did to Mu Chengsi in the private room, Bo Jingmo hadn’t been shocked. Instead, he had felt like—yeah, that tracks.
His girlfriend was incredible. He had always known that.
He rubbed his face against hers and gently wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye with his fingertip. Smiling faintly with his eyes, he said, “I don’t want you feeling bad for me because of this. Once I catch up to you, I’ll trade this in for a reward, okay?”
Yu Li looked up at him. Her eye corners were still tinged red, and her eyes were misty. She just looked at him quietly without saying a word.
“That’s all you want? Just a reward?” She tilted her head. “Can’t I have both?”
Bo Jingmo’s eyes froze for a second, then he let out a low laugh. “Whatever you say.”
He lowered his head and kissed her hair. “I’ll listen to you, always.”
Yu Li looked at him with red-rimmed eyes: “Then next time you’re upset, will you tell me?”
His fingertip brushed the corner of her eye.
“I will.”
With that answer, Yu Li said nothing more. She just grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed her lips to his.
The next second, she was pulled tightly into his arms—he had completely taken over.
Yu Li didn’t resist. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she tilted her head back, giving in to his demands.
Beside them, the soup pot was bubbling. The temperature in the kitchen steadily rose. Steamy humidity built in the air, and it was hard to tell whether the heat was from the boiling pot or the burning passion between them.
In her ear was the man’s heavy breathing. Yu Li slowly closed her eyes, the tears at her lashes glimmering under the light.
Crying might not solve anything with other people, but with Bo Jingmo, it solved ninety-nine percent of her problems.
And the other one percent—
Was in bed.
Even if she cried, the man wouldn’t stop.
Click— The stove was turned off. Then, she was suddenly lifted into his arms.
Yu Li instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, legs hooked around his waist. Her body was securely held in his embrace.
She tilted her head and softly asked, “We’re not drinking the soup?”
“Later.”
His voice was hoarse with an unreadable undertone. “It’s not done simmering yet.”
From the kitchen to the living room, then step by step up the stairs, and finally to the most familiar room—his steps never wavered, like he wasn’t carrying anyone at all.
Click. The bedroom door shut.
In the dim room, only the bedside lamp gave off a faint glow. In the silence, the sound of clothing slipping off became especially clear—and especially suggestive.
Yu Li had been lying on the bed. She propped herself up slightly, narrowing her eyes at the scene before her, one brow quietly raising.
Soon after, the man’s tall frame loomed over her, casting a shadow across her. His voice was hoarse, laced with desire. “Lili.”
His body carried a thick, dominant aura, laced with a faint trace of pine—it came crashing down around her.
It was Yu Li’s most familiar, most beloved scent.
Her brows relaxed as she slowly lifted her hand.
The man instantly understood. He grabbed her arm, then bent down so she could wrap it around his neck. He lowered his head, and their scents merged completely.
Night deepened. Outside, a light rain had started to fall at some point, pattering against the window.
Inside, the room was filled with warmth and intimacy.
Falling leaves swirled through the air like the tears that had dropped from the corner of her eyes.
In a daze, Yu Li recalled the last question she had asked.
Something Bo Jingmo didn’t know.
She had asked: “Is there any requirement to be chosen for an instance?”
The system couldn’t just randomly pick people to participate in an instance.
At the time, Mu Chengsi had been stunned. Then she said, “There are many prerequisites—like being desperate, or on the verge of death.”
“But the most common one is this: the system sees the desire in our hearts.”
“It tells us, as long as we earn enough points, it’ll help us fulfill our wish.”
Once a person has desire, once they want something badly enough, they become easy to use.
Looking at the man’s profile, Yu Li slowly tightened her arms around his neck, deep in thought.
Bo Jingmo must have something he wanted too...
What was it?
—
In the end, Yu Li really couldn’t get up to drink the soup. She lay sprawled on the pillow, feeling the man beside her get up quietly. Eyes still closed, she reached out to touch his arm and murmured groggily, “Save the soup, don’t throw it out. I’ll drink it when I wake up.”
Bo Jingmo saw how sleepy she was and how she still remembered the soup. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle and bent down to kiss the top of her head.
“Okay, I’ll put it in the fridge. You sleep, I’ll be right back.”
He threw on a jacket and went downstairs. The soup in the pot had already gone cold. He picked up the phone that had been left on the stove for a long time, turned on the screen, thanked Auntie for the soup recipe, then saved the soup in the fridge just as Yu Li asked.
He walked to the living room and picked up Yu Li’s phone, planning to bring it upstairs for her.
Today, Aunt Lina and Mu Hehe weren’t home, so downstairs felt especially quiet.
But that didn’t matter much—someone was still waiting for him upstairs.
Thinking of that, the softness returned to Bo Jingmo’s gaze.
Just as he was about to head back up, he felt the phone in his hand vibrate slightly.
He looked down—and only then realized it was his own phone.
When he saw the name on the caller ID, the warmth on Bo Jingmo’s face instantly froze.
His expression slowly turned cold.
