After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 182: You Don’t Like This?

In her past life, when she lived in the orphanage, Yu Li had already discovered that her body could produce this black mist.

This black mist obeyed her commands and could basically do anything.

Not only that, but she was unusually adept at using it and never feared its presence—as if it had accompanied her for a very long time.

And it was also because of this black mist that she was locked away in the psychiatric hospital by those people.

Yu Li didn’t care about that. In fact, if she wanted to leave, she could do so anytime—she just didn’t want to.

A place that provided food, shelter, and had staff to care for her—what could be better?

Besides, she was too lazy to deal with people anyway.

Until Bo Jingmo appeared, and she set her sights on this “patient” who was just as dangerous as herself.

She couldn’t see through Bo Jingmo’s abilities, but she could sense a powerful force hidden inside him.

Only, Bo Jingmo wasn’t in a good state. He often couldn’t control his power, and the medical staff didn’t dare approach him. They thought Bo Jingmo was a monster.

But Yu Li knew that the reason normal people couldn’t get close was because that force was protecting him.

In their past lives, the energy inside the man’s body had been chaotic—all kinds of forces—but Yu Li was certain she had never seen black mist on Bo Jingmo.

Even if she had caught glimpses of it in the instances before, she never paid attention. She had thought it came with the ghosts in those scenarios. The ghosts’ black fog was different from her own black mist—one was ghostly energy, the other was the vessel of her power.

But now, the black mist pouring out of Bo Jingmo’s body was not like the one in the instances.

Yu Li could feel—it was very similar to her own power.

Bo Jingmo had learned her power?

Not only that—he could use it in the real world too?

At that thought, excitement surged in Yu Li’s eyes.

She grabbed his wrist in reverse, looked up, and asked, “Bo Jingmo, what’s going on with this?”

At this moment, the man’s eyes were blood-red, and his handsome face looked even more bewitchingly beautiful. The black mist emerging from him subconsciously wrapped around the girl, like a beast encircling its prey in its own territory—full of possessiveness.

Yu Li didn’t feel repulsed at all. Instead, she reached out her fingertip to touch the black mist.

But then, her wrist was gently held. The man’s palm was hot, and the rough pad of his finger lightly brushed against her wrist bone, slowly sliding downward until it wrapped around her entire hand.

Lowering his head and pulling her tightly into his arms, Bo Jingmo finally felt his heart settle.

Even though his eyes were blood-red, his thoughts weren’t as crazy as last night. Instead, he felt abnormally calm and at ease. In a hoarse voice, he explained, “Lili, this thing suddenly appeared last night. It seems like things have gotten worse. I still couldn’t control my emotions.”

But Yu Li raised an eyebrow slightly. “Worse? Really? I didn’t feel that at all.”

Her chin rested on his shoulder as she touched his forehead, quietly pulling back the trace of black mist she had left behind.

“So you went out in the middle of the night to stand in the cold wind just to suppress this?” she tilted her head and asked.

The man gave a muffled “mm,” “I didn’t want to disturb your rest.”

Although she had guessed that was the case, Yu Li still felt a bit helpless and wanted to laugh. She held back her smile, reached out to feel his forehead again, and only when she confirmed the temperature had gone down significantly did she ruffle his hair.

“Bo Jingmo, I’m not afraid of you disturbing me.” Her tone finally softened. “I like it when you cling to me.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She lifted her head and kissed his cheek. “And this isn’t something getting worse. It’s something getting better. You even know not to disturb me—that just means you’re already gaining control, doesn’t it?”

These words made Bo Jingmo’s eyes light up a bit, and the black mist around him seemed to sense its master’s emotions—it fluttered excitedly in the air, occasionally brushing against Yu Li’s hair.

Yu Li looked at the black mist beside her and reached out to touch it. “By the way, you don’t like this?”

“Hmm?”

Hearing her suddenly ask, the man lifted his head with a momentary look of confusion. He looked at the thing that had appeared out of nowhere. “Do you like it?”

“Me? Of course I do.”

She lifted her gaze to glance at him, lips curling into a smile.

“Because I have it too.”

In an instant, a thick wave of black mist surged from the girl’s body, carrying the same dangerous aura as Bo Jingmo’s.

The two black mists collided in the air and then blended together seamlessly—completely unresisting, as if they were born to be one.

Seeing this, Bo Jingmo’s pupils shrank slightly.

No wonder… he’d always found this thing so familiar.

It turned out it was because every time Lili released hers, it was this exact black mist.

This feeling of sharing the same power with someone he loved made Bo Jingmo’s body tremble with excitement. The red in his eyes deepened as he lowered his head and locked eyes with Yu Li.

He lowered his head and spoke in a soft tone, “Then I like it too.”

Truly loving someone means loving everything about them.

Yu Li chuckled lightly. She was still quite curious about how Bo Jingmo suddenly ended up possessing the same black mist as her. She had initially wanted to ask the System, but remembering its typical cluelessness, she gave up on that thought.

She glanced at the kitchen now shrouded in black fog and patted Bo Jingmo’s shoulder. “Now let’s get it clea—”

She suddenly remembered how the man had used cold wind in the middle of the night to suppress the mist, and the words got stuck in her throat.

She paused for a moment, then raised her hand to brush past those blood-red eyes. “Bo Jingmo, I really do hope you can gain control soon. But this isn’t something that can be rushed. Let’s take it slowly, okay?”

If it were really that easy, Bo Jingmo wouldn’t have ended up in a psychiatric hospital in their past life.

She lifted her head and gently planted a kiss on his face. “Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. You’re already doing great. But next time, don’t use methods that harm your body to suppress it. I’ll be really mad, okay?”

Bo Jingmo pursed his lips and said softly, “But that method is kind of effective. If I lose control again…”

Before he could finish, Yu Li interrupted him.

“That method isn’t good.”

The girl reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, curved her eyes and whispered in his ear, “Come to me. I have a better way to help you.”

Her tone was filled with suggestive intimacy, impossible not to imagine.

When it came to the classic “hit then offer candy” routine, Yu Li had clearly mastered it.

And one had to admit—the effect was immediate.

Bo Jingmo’s blood-red eyes gradually faded. He lowered his gaze, dark lashes trembling lightly as his bangs obscured the emotions in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, they suddenly heard him speak in a quiet voice:

“Lili, the reason I lost control last night… was because I got a call from home.”

Hearing Bo Jingmo bring up last night, Yu Li paused slightly, a flicker of light in her eyes.

Feeling the tension and stiffness in his body, she was just about to say something when the doorbell at the front suddenly rang.

“Ding-dong.” The sound completely shattered the quiet atmosphere in the kitchen.

In an instant, both of them looked up toward the door at the same time.

At this time of day… who could it be?