After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 83 Bo Jingmo, Do You Want to See Me?

Chapter 83 Bo Jingmo, Do You Want to See Me?

The woman’s eyes flickered slightly when she saw the man inside.

The man was lying with his back facing her, covered by a thin blanket. Even when the tent flap opened, he didn’t turn around. It looked like he was sound asleep.

As the zipper was pulled closed again, the moonlight from outside was shut out, and a beautiful figure joined the dark space.

The tent wasn’t big—just enough for two people to lie down.

The woman lay behind the man, her long, jet-black hair cascading like a waterfall behind her. She slowly moved closer, pressing her face against the man’s broad back, while her hand slipped quietly under the blanket.

Her fingertips traced lightly over the fabric, outlining the contours of his waist and abs. Feeling the sudden tension in the muscles beneath her hand, she let out a soft chuckle.

But her hand didn’t stop. Her fair arm wrapped around him from the front, fingers undoing his shirt buttons one by one.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch warm skin, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The man's palm was warm and broad, but the grip carried an unmistakable warning. His voice was hoarse, “That’s enough.”

Yu Li blinked and lifted her chin onto his shoulder, like an enchanting little demon, laughing softly, “Bo-ge, you’re finally paying attention to me.”

She deliberately mimicked Du Yanhan’s tone, but her voice still carried that usual lazy drawl—it sounded more like she was acting spoiled.

Hearing that name, Bo Jingmo instinctively tightened his grip. His eyes darkened suddenly, an itchy restlessness rising from the tip of his heart. His throat went dry, and a strange heat welled up inside.

When Bo Jingmo didn’t respond, the woman tilted her head, her lips brushing lightly against his ear in a teasing motion, “Why won’t you look at me?”

She narrowed her eyes, voice gentle but dangerous, “Are you waiting for that woman in the next tent? Should I bring her in for you?”

After speaking, she sat up, trying slightly to free her wrist—but didn’t expect his grip to tighten even more.

The man replied calmly, “If it were her, she wouldn’t even be able to enter this tent.”

Which meant—he already knew Yu Li’s identity. He had been waiting for her.

The sound of fabric shifting came through the darkness as the man sat up, narrowing his eyes at the silhouette in front of him.

Inside the dim tent, the woman’s figure was completely shadowed, her face hidden.

But Bo Jingmo had already confirmed her identity—the conscious NPC.

So it really was her.

An unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes.

The woman let out a silent smile at his words. Taking advantage of his inability to see her, she played the victim, “Fine, but you’re hurting me.”

Bo Jingmo instinctively loosened his hand.

But the woman took the chance to slip into the blanket, hands on his shoulders as she smoothly straddled his lap—an incredibly suggestive position.

Bo Jingmo’s mind hadn’t caught up, but his body reacted immediately, holding her as she came toward him. His arm wrapped around her slim waist, and his palm could even feel her soft skin. Her dark hair draped over the back of his hand, tickling faintly.

In an instant, the sweet scent on her body surged toward him like waves—every breath filled with her fragrance.

Bo Jingmo’s breath hitched, his eyes dazed. He knew he should push this NPC away, but something in him stirred—satisfaction and desire.

He wanted to hold her tighter.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke hoarsely, “Get off.”

Yu Li tilted her head, gently grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand along her back so he could feel the fabric of her clothes.

She leaned close to his ear, whispering softly, “Bo Jingmo, do you know what my role is this time?”

Bo Jingmo instinctively turned toward her voice, but his lips brushed against cool, soft skin, and his body tensed up.

A few seconds passed before he spoke, “What role?”

Though he already had a guess.

A ghost.

The same identity—Zhao Xu’s dead wife.

At the thought, a trace of fierceness flashed in Bo Jingmo’s eyes. An unexplainable irritation bubbled up again.

Yu Li didn’t pull away after the kiss. Instead, she closed the distance between them. As she spoke, her breath mingled with his.

Her voice softened, tinged with grievance as she said, “I’m a ghost bride. It’s my first time being a ghost. It’s so noisy… voices everywhere… it hurts.”

Bo Jingmo froze, looking down at her, but everything was still pitch black. His lips met something soft again.

The woman tilted her head up and gave him a light kiss. The gesture felt like seeking comfort, like she was looking for someone to lean on. Her voice was small and pitiful, “They’re still talking, Bo Jingmo.”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds in the dark. In the end, he gave in to his instinct, gently covering her ears with his hands, his touch tender, trying to soothe her.

“Like this, it won’t be noisy anymore.”

His palms were warm—completely opposite from her ghostly cold skin. Yu Li narrowed her eyes and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, lips curving into a smile as she slowly said, “Bo Jingmo, do you still want to win this time? I can help you.”

That one sentence jolted Bo Jingmo back to reality. He suddenly remembered—he was still inside the instance, and the woman in his arms…

Was just an NPC.

It was like he was hugging a burning coal. The tenderness in his actions froze. His eyes dimmed with conflicting emotions.

“You’re helping me again?”

The woman giggled, “Of course.”

She kissed his cheek, her voice gentle, “Because I like you. Of course I’ll help you. Don’t you like me too?”

He liked her…?

Bo Jingmo kept his hands over her ears, eyes lowered and lips pressed tight, his whole expression betraying an inner storm of conflict.

The woman didn’t seem to notice his silence. Her fingers brushed across his chest, the movement light and suggestive. His buttons were unfastened one by one, making soft rustling sounds in the dark.

She chuckled, “This instance is easy. All you have to do is kill the villagers and avenge me—that counts as a win. Of course, I’ve already figured out the motive for you. You’re my boyfriend from the city. After I was kidnapped to the mountain village, you’ve been searching for me.”

Hearing that, Bo Jingmo fell silent. It took a while before he finally said:

“I won’t do it that way.”

He wouldn’t kill.

That was the clear-headed Bo Jingmo.

Calm and restrained—he would never do something so insane.

He turned his head to the side and said with an unreadable tone, “So, you’re trying to trigger one of my episodes again?”

Because if he lost control, he wouldn’t care about consequences anymore.

To his surprise, the woman wasn’t angry. She let out a soft laugh and said, “No. If you refuse, then forget it.”

She cupped his face, “Next time we meet, I’ll follow the NPC’s character setting. We won’t see each other like this again. I won’t come to you.”

Bo Jingmo pressed his lips together, silent. That should have been a relief, but instead, an anxious unease kept bubbling up inside, like vines wrapping tighter and tighter around his heart—it hurt.

Neither of them spoke again. The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

Then the woman suddenly said:

“Bo Jingmo, do you want to see me?”

He shouldn’t. One look, and everything would spiral out of control.

That’s what Bo Jingmo told himself—but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t say no. In the end, what came out was a hoarse, “How?”

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Then his eyes were gently covered. The darkness deepened, and he instinctively closed his eyes.

When he felt her move her hand away, his eyelids fluttered. He slowly opened them, and the first thing he saw was the vibrant red wedding gown. His expression froze.

It really was a ghost bride.

His gaze moved upward—until her impossibly beautiful face was fully revealed. When he met those smiling, seductive fox-like eyes, Bo Jingmo’s pupils contracted, his breath caught, and his mind went completely blank.

A soft question drifted past his ear, “Do you like it?”

His throat tightened. He couldn’t say a word. All he could do was instinctively hug her tighter, his thoughts a mess.

This NPC…

Why does she look so much like Yu Li…