After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 42: She Cheated on Herself

Yu Li had guessed correctly—Bo Jingmo couldn’t appear during the day.

It wasn’t until around six or seven in the evening, when the sun had set, that the male ghost suddenly appeared in the living room.

At that moment, Yu Li was lying on the sofa, dozing off to the sound of the television. The folder she had taken from Jiang Xi was resting on the coffee table.

Her head was cushioned against the sofa’s armrest, with only a thin blanket draped over her body. Her slightly wavy chestnut hair cascaded behind her like a waterfall, and her sleeping expression was serene and lazy.

But halfway through her nap, a sudden chill crept over her, stirring her awake. Slowly, she opened her eyes, still drowsy and unfocused.

Yet her body reacted instinctively. She raised a hand, pressing it against the back of the man’s head, her pale fingertips sinking into his soft hair as she gave it a gentle rub.

Her tone was laced with helplessness, still carrying the softness of just waking up.

“Bo Jingmo, you’re freezing.”

The man stiffened at her words. He lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes slightly downturned, filled with a mix of frustration and guilt. Still, he obediently straightened up. “Lili, go back to sleep.”

Yu Li wasn’t upset with him. Instead, she hooked her arms around his neck, pulling the ghost closer and giving him a casual kiss before murmuring lazily, “I’m not blaming you. I was just waiting for you to fall asleep. Help me up.”

She had been napping since the afternoon. Last night, she had tangled with Bo Jingmo for too long, and since she had to go out again tonight, this was her only chance to catch up on sleep.

Bo Jingmo’s eyes brightened instantly. He eagerly pulled her up and into his arms, nuzzling against her like a puppy, sniffing here and there as if Yu Li were some delicious, fragrant treat.

Yu Li had long since gotten used to his odd behavior in her past life, so she didn’t push him away. Instead, she picked up the file from the table with her fingers.

The forum had thousands of posts. Reading through it all would take some time. She patted Bo Jingmo’s arm and tilted her chin at him. “Do you remember this forum?”

Bo Jingmo glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, lowering his head to rub against her again. “I do. I made it.”

“......You made it?” Yu Li turned to him, a little surprised.

“Mhm.” Bo Jingmo might have a twisted mind, but his powerful brain still retained memories of this film set, his identity in this body, and his assigned mission.

His lips brushed lightly against the curve of her ear, his gaze idly falling on the document as his tone remained soft and casual:

“It doesn’t matter, Lili.”

After all, you’re not her, are you?

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As if sensing his thoughts, Yu Li arched a brow, set the file down, and reached out to lift his chin with a fingertip, narrowing her eyes. “Bo Jingmo, who do you think I am?”

Bo Jingmo obediently tilted his head up. Under the bright white light, his once cold and aloof features were now filled with an unguarded, fervent love—like a devoted worshiper gazing at his goddess.

All of his previous indifference and distance had vanished.

He pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips and simply whispered three words: “I don’t know.”

Before Yu Li could respond, his hands had already slid around her waist. His gentle kisses trailed downward, leaving faint marks along her neck and collarbone.

“Filia? Qing Li? You could be any of them, or none at all. I will always recognize you.”

His voice was thick with possessiveness. “But you can only be here for me.”

Just like how the deranged Bo Jingmo only recognized Yu Li’s scent, a puppy would only allow its owner to love itself.

Hearing the name “Filia,” Yu Li raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “You’re just telling me outright?”

If the system were here to hear Bo Jingmo’s words, it would definitely be screaming in protest—No! No! You’re breaking character!

Yu Li twirled a strand of his hair between her fingers, her gaze flickering as she suddenly spoke slowly:

“You can think of me as an NPC with independent consciousness. I only recently awakened in the film set system, and the first role I played was alongside you.”

She had no intention of telling Bo Jingmo her true identity.

Not for any grand reason—just pure pettiness and amusement.

Since someone had claimed that his past memories didn’t matter after losing his memory, she would grant his wish.

She wanted the sane Bo Jingmo to one day realize that his insane self had fallen for an NPC in the game, while his real self was still curious about his junior in reality.

In any case, the game’s deranged Bo Jingmo was easy to fool and coax.

As for the real Bo Jingmo… she’d keep him on the hook.

Thinking of this, Yu Li’s smile grew even brighter.

She was cheating on herself—how amusing.

Bo Jingmo, on the other hand, had no doubts whatsoever. In fact, he had already suspected as much.

Qing Li was human and lacked the player’s identifier, unlike him. That meant she could only be an NPC.

A faint red light flickered in his eyes as his gaze swept past the document on the coffee table. His brows furrowed, and he quickly looked away, fingers idly tracing along Yu Li’s waist.

“So none of that matters.”

As long as she stayed with him, he didn’t care about the storyline or character settings. He had never cared about such things.

Yu Li followed his gaze and smirked. “Oh? Aren’t you afraid of getting a low score? I remember players really care about that.”

But the man merely let out a low chuckle. “Dying would be even better. That way, I can stay in the film set with you forever, wouldn’t that be nice, Lili?”

There was even a hint of anticipation in his tone.

Yu Li: “.......”

Bo Jingmo, if you actually did that, she’d be the first to kill you.

Grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer, she narrowed her eyes, a dangerous smile in her gaze. “Dear, but if I fail my task and the system detects my character breaking, I’ll die.”

Bo Jingmo wanted to disregard the script but didn’t want his girlfriend to be punished either. In the end, he sulked in silence, his long lashes drooping as he pressed himself into the crook of her neck, lips pursed in frustration.

Yu Li ruffled his hair. “Just listen to me. I’ll come find you again next time, or you won’t get to see me anymore.”

She picked up the file again and flipped through it. She wasn’t entirely sure of this body’s full identity. While the system had given her more backstory than in the previous scenario, it was still incomplete.

The records only briefly mentioned that Qing Li went to Holy Wings High School to get rid of Bo Jingmo. The reason? Because he kept appearing in her dreams—each time brutally killing her.

It was completely different from Jiang Xi’s dreams.

And as for that shadow that bullied Hu Ling…

She tapped her chin in thought, then suddenly patted Bo Jingmo’s arm and asked, “Are there any other powerful ghosts in that school?”

Bo Jingmo blinked and answered, “They’re all weak. None are as strong as me.”

“......” Alright, alright. You’re the strongest.

But then, as if remembering something, Bo Jingmo stiffened slightly. A strange glint flashed through his eyes, his lips parting as if to speak—but he said nothing.

That ghost… he’d quietly eliminate it.

That way, Lili wouldn’t be in any danger.

Yu Li didn’t notice his shift in expression. She tapped the edge of the file with her fingers, lost in thought.

Her role here was probably to serve as a clue for the protagonist team.

Maybe, if the plot had progressed normally, by the time Jiang Xi came looking for Yu Li the next day, she would have already discovered that the woman who bullied Bo Jingmo had died at home.

As the mysteries surrounding her grew more tangled, everything would have inevitably drawn her back to Holy Wings High School.

First, Qing Li had bullied Bo Jingmo in the past. Then, Bo Jingmo had taken his own life. After turning into a ghost, he had killed Qing Li.

A terrifyingly powerful vengeful spirit had finally stepped out of Holy Wings High School, committing atrocities until the protagonist team uncovered the truth, leading to the real mastermind behind it all.

But now, thanks to her, Bo Jingmo had been dragged away and forcibly set off. His spree of evil had collapsed halfway.

And instead of dying, she was now even helping the protagonist find people.

Noticing the male ghost beside her constantly nuzzling against her, Yu Li glanced over and suddenly reached out, hooking her arm around his neck.

Her fingertip grazed along the man’s Adam’s apple as her gaze lowered, her tone casual. “Bo Jingmo, I know you’re hiding something from me. There’s a pretty powerful ghost at that school looking for you, isn’t there?”

A teacher? The principal? Or someone else?

It didn’t matter.

Since that ghost had managed to control Hu Ling, it meant they had an extreme desire for control. Unfortunately for them, Bo Jingmo was far too powerful—no matter how much they wanted to control him, it would be impossible.

Bo Jingmo had stayed around them for one reason only—because their way of killing people happened to amuse him.

Hearing her words, a bloodthirsty red light flashed in Bo Jingmo’s eyes. He caught Yu Li’s hand and lightly kissed it.

His lips curled into a gentle smile, but his tone carried undisguised killing intent.

“Lili, I’ll take care of him.”

“No.”

But Yu Li simply stroked his face, her eyes curved in a soft smile. Her gaze was gentle, but her tone was full of threat. “If you go on a killing spree, don’t bother touching me next time.”

Since she was still alive, she might as well make the plot more interesting.

Yu Li hadn’t forgotten her original goal.

She chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Boyfriend, listen to me. I’ll help you get a high score.”