After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 39: Boyfriend, This Is Your Reward

Yu Li hadn’t expected Bo Jingmo to ask that question.

No—actually, it was within expectations.

With Bo Jingmo’s level of perception, there was no way he hadn’t sensed it.

Even though this wasn’t exactly how she had planned things to go, it wasn’t necessarily a bad outcome either.

Looking at the man's blood-red eyes, his rationality seemingly gone, Yu Li raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she reached out and cupped the side of his face, her fingertips trailing along the corner of his eye.

The contrast between his icy skin and her warmth was stark.

But…it felt quite nice.

Yu Li deliberately exposed her neck without letting him bite. For a disobedient little dog, there was no need to be too kind.

Her voice was soft. "You want to bite me?"

The only response she got was the man lowering his head again, nuzzling closer.

But Yu Li merely tugged lightly at his hair, her gaze dropping coldly as she ordered, enunciating each word clearly—

"No."

His movements froze instantly.

Seeing the grievance in his eyes, Yu Li felt no pity at all. She knew—this wasn’t enough.

If she wanted Bo Jingmo to completely snap, she needed to push him further.

With that thought, a sudden smile curled her lips, her eyes shimmering like stardust—soft and full of emotion.

"Be good, I haven’t answered your question yet."

She gestured toward the table where their hands were still holding the pencil together.

"Now, I’ll give you an answer."

The pencil scratched softly against the paper, producing a faint rustling sound.

Bo Jingmo's gaze was locked onto Yu Li’s hand, unmoving.

Seconds later, the pencil slowly came to a stop.

And when he saw the answer written down, the air seemed to freeze.

Bo Jingmo’s pupils contracted in disbelief. His breathing turned erratic, a rush of ice-cold blood surging straight to his head.

For a split second, he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination—but it felt as if his long-dead heart had suddenly beaten again.

There, beneath their fingertips, was a single word—

"Fake."

——Are you Qing Li?

——Fake.

Even though he had already suspected the truth, seeing it confirmed in front of him still sent a jolt through his system.

Bo Jingmo’s eyes remained fixed on the word, burning with a fiery intensity, as if he wanted to scorch it into nothingness.

He tried to turn his head, but the woman’s warm palm pressed against his face, stopping him.

A soft breath tickled his ear, her voice laced with amusement and lazy mischief.

"Do you like this answer?"

His gaze fell on the way her throat bobbed slightly as she spoke. His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"I like it."

Satisfied, she finally let go of his face and allowed him to look at her.

Their eyes met.

His gaze was dark. Inky, bottomless—so intense it felt like he wanted to swallow her whole.

Yu Li couldn’t help but laugh.

Alright, she couldn’t tease him any further.

She let go of the pencil, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tilted her head up, drawing closer inch by inch. Her fox-like eyes curved mischievously, deliberate in her provocation.

"Come here."

Bo Jingmo took the bait instantly, his arms tightening around her waist as he leaned in.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Yu Li suddenly smirked, her movements pausing. She narrowed her eyes slightly and pressed a fingertip against his lips.

"Wait a second."

Before Bo Jingmo could react, she abruptly lowered her head—

And bit down on his Adam’s apple.

Her tongue even flicked against it.

Bo Jingmo’s body stiffened violently, his arms instinctively tightening around her.

His mind blanked.

For a moment, he could hear nothing but a deafening ringing in his ears. The world blurred, his surroundings fading away into nothingness—only the warmth at his throat felt undeniably real.

The soft, fragrant woman in his arms was like a deadly drug.

Every move she made, every breath from her lips, every fleeting expression in her eyes—all of it struck Bo Jingmo’s already delirious nerves like an electric current.

At this moment, even his hunger for her blood was overshadowed by something deeper.

His eyes turned a shade of crimson so dark it looked like spilled ink.

Excitement. Frenzy.

Arousal.

A desperate, restless thirst—one that had absolutely nothing to do with blood.

His throat let out an uncontrolled, ragged breath. That usual pretense of cold detachment had long since shattered, leaving behind nothing but raw desire and uncontrollable madness.

Like a rabid dog on a leash, struggling against its chains, just wanting to get closer—to lick, bite, devour his favorite master.

His lips hovered over hers, just a breath away, ready to claim her.

But suddenly—

A soft palm covered his eyes, plunging him into darkness.

A mad dog will always submit unconditionally to its master.

And right now, his supreme master was gently stroking his cheek, her voice commanding, leaving no room for refusal.

"I don’t want it in a dream. Come to the real world."

In the pitch-black room, on a large, spacious bed, the man had somehow crawled on top of it.

Two figures entwined in the darkness.

The moment Yu Li opened her eyes, she felt a cool breath against her neck.

Her chin tingled as soft strands of hair brushed against her skin.

She shut her eyes again, turned her face away, and sighed. Her fingers buried into the man’s hair, gently tugging to signal him to stop.

"Bo Jingmo, are you a dog?"

Sniffing at her neck over and over again—occasionally even nibbling.

The man's movements halted.

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He lifted his head.

In the dark, his eyes glowed ominously, tinged with a strange, eerie red.

Licking his slightly dry lips, he lowered his head and pressed a series of kisses along her jaw. His voice came out hoarse and low.

"Can I kiss you, Lili?"

…Now he was calling her Lili?

Yu Li shot him a glance, arching an eyebrow, smirking with playful amusement. "Aren’t you already kissing me?"

He nudged his lips against the corner of her mouth, his voice thick with unmistakable longing.

"You know where I mean. Can I?"

As expected.

This version of Bo Jingmo was much more obedient.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Reaching out, she traced a fingertip from the corner of his eye, down along his cheek, skimming past his lips, his chin—until she reached his throat.

Then, she pressed down lightly against his Adam’s apple.

A deliberate, seductive movement.

Feeling it shift under her touch, Yu Li let out a soft laugh.

"Hmm?" Her voice feigned innocence. "And who am I to you?"

Bo Jingmo propped himself up, lowering his head.

His dark ink-colored hair fell over his face, barely concealing the madness burning in his blood-red eyes.

Whatever restraint he once had—it was completely shattered.

His throat bobbed. That fire inside him had nowhere to go, suffocating him from the inside out. His voice came out husky, desperate.

"Girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend."

Yu Li’s mood immediately improved.

Now that’s more like it.

Her eyes curved in delight as she patted the man’s head, then tilted her chin up and kissed him. Just as she was about to pull away, she playfully bit his lips.

"Boyfriend, this is your reward."

The night was long and unending.

Some indulged in reckless abandon.

Others stood alone in the cold, waiting for news that would never come.

—

Inside the teaching building of Holy Wings High School, a lone figure stood silently beside Ke Yulong’s corpse.

His silhouette blended into the night, gaze lowered, wordless as he stared at the body. Around him, several shadowy figures crouched in silence.

Bathed in moonlight, those figures wore tattered, filthy school uniforms. Their unnaturally pale skin was mottled with dense, rotting corpse spots.

No one spoke.

After a long while, the standing man finally broke the silence. His voice was old, worn—but carried an authoritative calm that demanded no anger to instill fear.

"How did Bo Jingmo leave?"

One of the crouching students trembled violently and stammered out an answer.

"He… he left with Qing Li. That woman took Bo Jingmo’s photo with her."

Qing Li…

A name all too familiar.

The man cast a cold glance at the student who had spoken.

The next second, the ghostly student dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground in terror. His voice was full of panic.

"I tried to stop them! But it was useless… And Bo Jingmo didn’t even fight back!"

The man suddenly crouched down and reached out a hand.

His skin was marred with grotesque burn scars, the flesh twisted and ruined. That hand came to rest lightly on the ghost student’s head.

His tone remained gentle—yet sent chills down the spine.

"It’s alright… good child, the teacher won’t blame you."

Lowering his eyes, he let out a hoarse chuckle.

"Qing Li used to be my student, too… Looks like Bo Jingmo just went to reunite with an old classmate."

"After all, he’s such a good student… He’ll come back sooner or later."

Despite his reassuring words, his grip tightened.

Tighter.

As if he was about to crush the skull beneath his palm.

The barely concealed rage in his eyes flickered like a storm barely held back.

After a long silence, his expression slowly returned to calm.

He withdrew his hand, lightly ruffled the student’s hair, and chuckled softly.

"Forgive me, the teacher got a little carried away again…"

The ghost student frantically shook his head. "No, no, not at all! Being used to relieve your anger is an honor, Teacher!"

The man’s lips curled faintly, his gaze indifferent as he stood up and began walking toward the teaching building.

"Come. Class is starting. We have new students—we should give them a proper welcome."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head, flashing a sinister grin at the last girl in the group.

"Oh, and don’t forget to write an absence slip for Bo Jingmo, won’t you?"

"Our dear class monitor, Hu Ling."

At the very back, Hu Ling’s entire body stiffened.

Her face—already pale beneath the moonlight—drained of all color.

She instinctively shrunk her neck, shifting her posture to hide the red marks on her throat.

Her vacant eyes were filled with fear and helplessness.

"…Yes, Teacher."