After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 117: I’m Only Teaming with You
Yu Li paused, her eyes narrowing as she leaned lazily against the man’s shoulder and spoke, “Bo Jingmo, Jiang Xi sent you a message.”
The man opened the door while holding her. Hearing that, he merely glanced over casually, took the phone from her hand, and tossed it onto the soft leather sofa. “Not important.”
He set her down on the bed. The soft quilt immediately sank in a little, and her jet-black, waterfall-like hair spread over the sheets, further highlighting her fair, delicate skin—like it was inviting someone to lean in and kiss her.
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Yu Li propped herself up slightly with one hand on the bed. She raised her eyebrows a bit and teased deliberately, “Sure you don’t want to see what it says? I caught a glimpse—it seems to be about an instance.”
Bo Jingmo chuckled softly, knelt on one knee on the bed, his tall frame casting a shadow as he braced himself on either side of the girl, lowering his head to kiss her eyelids, then slowly trailed kisses down her cheek.
“That’s not urgent. I can read it later.”
His breath was hot, and every motion carried a gentle tenderness. He hooked a strand of hair behind her ear with his fingertips and leaned in to kiss her lightly. “And right now, no one can interrupt us anymore.”
Yu Li’s eyes curved as she met those deep, pitch-black eyes. She reached out and touched his cheek, her voice soft in the room. “Bo Jingmo, this is the last reward. I’m giving it to you now.”
A trace of excitement—tinged with red—flashed in the man’s eyes. He straightened up, his long fingers unbuttoning his shirt, then reached toward the head of the bed.
With a soft click, the room suddenly plunged into darkness. Moonlight slipped in through a gap, as if trying to sneak a peek at the heart-racing scene within.
Yu Li squinted, not yet adjusted to the dark, when she felt someone press down over her. That familiar cool scent lingered at the tip of her nose, mixed with the man’s scorching breath as it enveloped her.
His touch seemed gentle but was laced with an overwhelming possessiveness, stealing her breath away bit by bit.
Her hand gripping the bedsheet was pried open by his long fingers. His palm was warm as he slowly and dominantly laced their fingers together, locking them tightly.
Unlike the unrestrained madness within the instance, the real Bo Jingmo leaned more toward a facade of gentleness, yet his actions still silently claimed everything as his own.
At some point, the moonlight faded from between the curtains, as if even it felt embarrassed by the scene.
The air in the room rapidly warmed, filled with a hazy, unspoken intimacy. A faint whimper hadn’t even escaped before being swallowed down.
Who knew how much time had passed before the phone, left cold and alone on the sofa, was finally picked up again.
The man lowered his head to look at the phone, satisfaction and laziness written across his features. His body still carried the dampness of a post-shower scent—long legs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, with taut, defined muscles emanating pure masculinity.
His shoulder still bore a faint bite mark. Droplets of water gathered at the tips of his hair and dripped down—landing precisely on that spot—adding an inexplicable touch of sensual ambiguity.
After reading the messages, he walked step by step to the bedside, looked at the woman resting there, and a soft smile flickered in his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her. “Lili, want to read the messages now?”
The woman lazily opened her eyes at his words. Her eye corners were still tinged with a flush from earlier, glistening with moisture, but every inch of her body was fresh and clean.
Yu Li yawned and stretched out a hand from under the covers. A few conspicuous red marks dotted the bit of exposed skin. “Let me see. Go dry your hair before coming back in.”
“Okay.” The man obediently handed her the phone and went off to dry his hair.
Yu Li nestled into the blanket, scrolling through the chat history with her fingertip.
Last night, Jiang Xi came to find Bo Jingmo. She was talking about meeting with peace that evening.
[Jiang Xi: Last night, Hou Liang and I had dinner with members of peace. They invited us to join. I checked into them—they usually work together to get through instances. After discussing with Hou Liang, we decided to accept.]
[Jiang Xi: I was going to ask you first, but I heard from Cen Xiu that you’d already turned them down. Peace still wants to build a connection and possibly team up in the future. I also just found out that high-level players in instances have different permissions than we do. They can even invite others to team up and run instances together, like with newbie instances.]
[Jiang Xi: So, Bo Jingmo… um… Hou Liang and I will be teaming up with peace from now on. If you change your mind, you can always reach out.]
After reading, Yu Li closed the phone and shut her eyes.
She wasn’t surprised that Jiang Xi got into peace.
Even though peace still seemed weak for now, in most plots, teams that promoted justice and unity like this would eventually grow stronger.
As the protagonist, Jiang Xi and Hou Liang were bound to follow a growth path. Joining peace would quickly boost their audience popularity and deepen their connections in the instance world—a solid move for newbie players.
But Bo Jingmo didn’t join… just because… he’s the villain?
Thinking of this, Yu Li slowly opened her eyes, her expression calm.
The protagonist always has to walk a different path from the villain—only then would there be conflict.
If Jiang Xi joined peace…
Then Bo Jingmo was most likely to join—
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The hum of the blow dryer had stopped at some point. Click. The room fell back into darkness.
Yu Li kept her eyes closed as she felt a warm chest press up behind her. Her waist was gently wrapped in a hug, and the man’s warm palm instinctively massaged her lower back. His voice was extra tender in the night. “Sleep.”
She turned over, found a comfortable spot, and casually asked, “Did you read Jiang Xi’s message?”
“Mm, I did.” Bo Jingmo’s voice was just as usual—no emotion to be read.
Yu Li reached out and took his wrist. “Do you want to join a team? I saw what Jiang Xi said. Joining might come with more benefits, and we’d meet more people.”
Jiang Xi’s messages contained quite a bit of info.
Those high-level players could do far more than they’d imagined—like pulling others into group instances. They’d never even known that was possible.
Looking at the instance system from a newbie’s perspective, they were basically frogs at the bottom of a well.
The capabilities of those players might be beyond comprehension.
And now that the protagonist had moved on from the newbie instance and joined a team with high-level players, it meant that from now on, they would definitely encounter stronger players in future instances.
Yu Li looked up in the dark and spoke softly, “Bo Jingmo, I want to know what you’re thinking.”
As soon as she finished, the sound of rustling filled the air.
The man pulled her into his arms more tightly under the covers, resting his chin atop her head, his voice low and especially gentle in the night.
“Lili, I’m only teaming with you.”
