After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 177: Bo Jingmo, I Suddenly Feel a Little Sad

After hanging up, Yu Li set down her phone, stretched lazily, and stood up from the sofa, then walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe, watching the man’s back.

The man wore a white shirt on top and had a black apron tied around his lean waist. The sharp definition of his muscles highlighted his strong, perfect figure.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around and curved his eyes into a smile. “Done with the call?”

“Mm.” Yu Li walked over, lifted her hand to hold his face and gave him a kiss, smiling. “So domestic, President Bo.”

The man lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against hers, his voice gentle. “Not sure if it’s to your taste.”

Yu Li glanced over, then raised her eyebrows slightly, a bit surprised.

It was pork rib soup.

She remembered the first time Bo Jingmo tried cooking for her, he had started with pork rib soup too.

Not only that...

Something suddenly came to mind. Yu Li pulled her gaze away and looked at the man across from her who seemed nervous. She didn’t say anything, just reached out and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.

Bo Jingmo froze, instinctively circling his arms around the girl’s waist.

But the next moment, her hand suddenly flipped and pinned his wrist. Before he could react, she gently brushed the wound on his fingertip with her fingertip.

“Cut yourself by accident?”

Yu Li leaned in Bo Jingmo’s arms, lowering her head to look at the wound on his finger.

Just like before—he’d cut himself the first time too.

Bo Jingmo didn’t know how she noticed, so he simply didn’t bother hiding it anymore. He reached out his other hand to touch her face. “It’s fine. It heals fast.”

Yu Li didn’t respond. She just lowered her head and kissed his fingertip, then looked up and smiled with curved eyes. “This will make it heal faster.”

She clung to his shoulder, slowly leaning in. Her breath was warm as she stared straight into his eyes and said softly, “I thought President Bo would use this to make me feel sorry for you.”

The look in the man’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice was hoarse. “Would Lili feel sorry for me?”

“I would.”

She leaned even closer, her lips barely brushing his, breaths gradually intertwining. She gently kissed the corner of his lips, her flirtatious words sounding like a bewitching spell. freewёbnoνel.com

“I love my boyfriend so much. Of course I’d feel sorry for him.”

Then she suddenly changed the tone. “But if someone won’t say anything, what can I do?”

Bo Jingmo’s gaze grew increasingly dark, his voice already raspy beyond recognition. “What if I say it now?”

Yu Li blinked, playing dumb. “Say what?”

As soon as the words left her lips, the man’s tall figure suddenly leaned down. By the time Yu Li reacted, she had already been lifted and set onto the counter.

The man in front of her lowered his head to look at her. His handsome features cast shadows under the light, his expression gentle as he asked softly, “Lili, can you feel sorry for me now?”

Yu Li smiled with curved eyes. “If it’s about the cut on your hand, I already felt sorry just now.”

The implication being—no, she couldn’t.

Seeing the grievance in his eyes, she didn’t stop him from lowering his head to nuzzle her. Instead, she reached out and stroked his hair, speaking softly. “Bo Jingmo, when I was talking to Mu Chengsi, you were outside, weren’t you?”

Her voice was calm, but her tone was full of certainty.

“When she said you were sick, you heard it.”

Hearing this, the man paused. After a long moment, he finally gave a soft “Mm.”

“I heard it.”

At that moment, Bo Jingmo had been about to open the door, but when he heard the conversation inside the private room, his steps froze.

“Aren’t you afraid of him?”

“Because Bo Jingmo is like a ticking time bomb. If one day he suddenly has an episode, he’ll lose all control. At that point, he might hurt the people around him.”

Mu Chengsi’s voice came from inside, but also seemed to echo from far away.

In an instant, Bo Jingmo blanked out. His heart felt like it was about to collapse. He stared at the floor, his grip slowly tightening.

The bright light above shone down, but it seemed as though a shadow always lingered over him.

He just stood there at the doorway, silent and still, listening to Mu Chengsi expose his unstable, broken side to Yu Li, listening to her urge Yu Li to stay away from him.

If it had been before, he would’ve gotten angry—furious even—bursting in without a second thought to stop them from saying more.

But at that moment, it felt like all his strength had drained away, and a deep sense of helplessness surged in his heart.

Because Mu Chengsi wasn’t wrong.

That was exactly what he was—someone who couldn’t control his emotions and who, because of his own issues, dragged Yu Li down with him.

In the kitchen, the man slowly lifted his head. His eyes were like deep wells, impossible to read.

Yet he slowly smiled and said softly:

“Lili, I wasn’t angry at her. Does that count as progress?”

Yu Li didn’t respond, only lowered her head slightly until their foreheads rested together. She gazed into his eyes and finally spoke:

“It’s progress.”

“But there’s no reward.”

Because what she felt more than anything… was heartache.

Back on the rooftop, Yu Li had already noticed his off mood. But Mu Chengsi was there, so she hadn’t said much—only soothed him with a reward for the time being.

Then in the private room, Mu Chengsi’s words had triggered the deepest part of his insecurity.

Her little boyfriend was always afraid of being a burden.

It was the same in their past life. Even after crossing over, he still couldn’t change that insecure and anxious heart of his.

Other people had begged Yu Li for help and gotten nothing. But for her little boyfriend, she gave everything without hesitation.

Yu Li didn’t mind how much she gave. To her, it was all natural.

But Bo Jingmo didn’t see it that way.

He was afraid of causing her trouble—afraid that one day she’d think he was too much and leave him.

So he wanted to be strong.

But the truth was, her little boyfriend was already very strong. It was just the world that limited him.

Because he was a villain, his power could never surpass the protagonist. No matter what, the protagonist’s plot armor would always overshadow him.

Yu Li’s lips curved slightly. “Bo Jingmo, I suddenly feel a little sad.”

Bo Jingmo was stunned at first. Then, when he heard Yu Li say she was sad, his pupils trembled and panic instantly overtook his face.

He hurriedly touched her face, voice filled with concern and a trace of panic he couldn’t hide. “Hm? Why are you sad? Did I mess up? Are you feeling unwell? Lili, can you tell me?”

Thinking of how Yu Li said earlier there was no reward, his lashes fluttered. His eyes lowered, and his lips gently brushed the corner of hers. When he felt no resistance, his heart finally settled.

His lips trembled, and even his voice shook.

“Lili… are you mad I didn’t tell you? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

“This is my own issue. I was the one who messed up. I dragged you into this. Mu Chengsi wasn’t wrong.”

“So look, I didn’t get angry. I controlled my emotions. Aren’t you happy?”

Every word he said made Yu Li’s heart feel heavier. Her eyes began to sting. She shook her head, looking into his eyes. Her voice, rare with a trace of choking emotion:

“Bo Jingmo, I’m sad because I feel sorry for you.”

“You were really hurting outside that door too, weren’t you?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”