After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 74: As Long As You Obey, I’ll Let You Do Whatever You Want

Why exactly Bo Jingmo was acting this way—none of the doctors could figure out. They’d practically torn their hair out thinking about it. In the end, all they could do was pin their hopes on Yu Li.

On another patient.

But as it turned out, they’d found the right person.

Because the reason Bo Jingmo became like this… was Yu Li.

When the doctors came to find her, she was watering the plants by the window.

She wore the striped blue hospital uniform designated for special patients. The deep blue stripes only made her pale skin look even more porcelain-like. The wide sleeves fell back slightly, revealing a slender wrist.

The fading sunlight spilled across her hair, casting a golden sheen over each strand. Even the tips shimmered with a soft glow, making her look like a Western goddess stepped out of a painting.

When she heard them approach, the woman turned her head slightly. Her stunning features were so breathtaking they made people momentarily forget to breathe. Her fox-like eyes tilted upward with interest, red lips curled into a smile.

“Let me guess… you need something from me?”

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The doctors exchanged glances. In the end, one stepped forward to speak on behalf of the rest, keeping his tone calm and professional.

“Yu Li, Bo Jingmo’s condition right now... seems a bit off. We heard you’ve interacted with him quite a bit. Can you provide any useful information?”

Even though this woman was also a special patient, the doctors had to admit—she was much easier to communicate with than the others. Yu Li was clever, and among all the patients, she was the most cooperative.

But it was exactly because she was too clever… that she also made them uneasy.

Yu Li put down the watering can and leaned lazily against the windowsill. One hand propped up her chin, her head tilted as her gaze swept over every single one of them.

“Information, huh… I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

As expected.

Disappointment immediately showed on all their faces—until the woman suddenly added in a leisurely tone, “But I can help you in person. Of course… there’s a condition.”

The doctors all stiffened. “What condition?”

Yu Li reached out and gently caressed a leaf beside her. Catching their tense expressions, she smiled and spoke slowly, “Relax, it’s nothing complicated.”

She plucked a leaf, placed it in her palm, then walked to the door. Through the glass, she looked at them, head tilted, smiling faintly.

“I want the surveillance cameras turned off. The room can only have me and Bo Jingmo.”

That one sentence plunged the doctors into silence again. They looked at each other with grave expressions.

For them, this was an incredibly risky request.

Maybe sensing their hesitation, the woman twirled the leaf between her fingers and raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you want to know why I was able to calm him down last time? Let me go in, and I’ll tell you.”

Her words hit like a thunderclap, sparking a storm of whispers among the group.

A few minutes later, a doctor of relatively high status stepped forward. His face was stern, and after a long pause, he said with careful weight:

“Yu Li, we’re placing our trust in you. I hope… you won’t let us down.”

The woman smiled, eyes curving. “Of course, Doctor.”

“You know I’ve never started any trouble.”

As for those other incidents—well, they were the ones who messed with her first.

—

Click—

The door handle turned gently, and a soft unlocking sound echoed in the silence.

In the corner, the red light on the surveillance camera quietly dimmed. As the door clicked shut behind her, the blinds slowly closed via remote control, only allowing a few golden rays to filter through the cracks.

In the dim room, Yu Li’s footsteps were light. She had just taken a step toward the bed when the man’s voice suddenly stopped her.

“Don’t move.”

Yu Li crossed her arms and stood where she was, watching as the man slowly put something down and stood up.

Clink—

As he rose, the metal chain around his wrist slipped to the ground, hitting the floor with a sharp, cold sound.

Those doctors might never know—the chain never actually restrained Bo Jingmo.

The only reason he wore it willingly… was to draw that person in.

And it worked.

He stepped over the broken glass with long strides, then suddenly lifted her and pinned her against the wall, his chin gently resting on her shoulder.

His gaze lowered nonchalantly, his expression cold and composed. Even his pitch-black pupils seemed devoid of emotion.

But deep in those eyes, waves of restrained chaos churned restlessly.

He tilted his head, warm lips brushing faintly against her earlobe. His tone was soft and lingering, yet carried a dangerous edge.

“Why didn’t you come see me anymore? Why were you talking to other men?”

Yu Li had her legs wrapped around his firm waist, back pressed against his warm arm, completely enveloped in his presence.

She curved her eyes into a smile, arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair. Her posture was relaxed, and her tone casual.

“You weren’t having an episode. Why would I come see you?”

Bo Jingmo paused. He didn’t say anything—just lowered his head and brushed his nose along her soft cheek. His breath fanned across her face, filled with reluctant intimacy and ambiguous intent.

Just as his lips neared hers, she suddenly reached out and stopped him.

Her pale, flushed fingertips pressed lightly against his lips—refusing him.

“No kissing.”

He froze instantly. His gaze lowered, voice thick and rough. “So you only like me when I’m sick? Is that it?”

There was hurt in his eyes. A flicker of confusion and vulnerability surfaced. What little reason he had left in his mind stretched tight—ready to snap at any second.

But Bo Jingmo still forced himself to stay clear-headed. He didn’t understand—didn’t understand why she only wanted to kiss him, comfort him, when he was having an episode.

Yet the moment he was sober, she would turn away without hesitation.

She’d rather talk to other people than even spare him a glance.

But it was still him.

Why did she like the unstable version of him more? He was clearly doing better when he was lucid, clearly acting like the version of himself that everyone else liked.

—Everyone but her.

Bo Jingmo lifted his head, the fringe over his forehead casting shadows over his eyes. For the first time, his expression showed genuine confusion and loss. His pale lips were pressed together helplessly, and his whole aura was pitiful and fragile.

Yu Li glanced at him from beneath lowered lashes. Her fingers traced from the back of his neck to the front, idly playing with the buttons at his collar. Her voice came out slowly, calmly.

“Yeah, I don’t like it.”

As her words fell, the man’s body froze completely. His face turned ghostly pale, as if she’d just sentenced him to death. A crimson madness crept into his eyes again.

“Why…” His voice was hoarse, full of despair.

Yu Li slowly undid another button, raising her eyes to meet his expression.

She chuckled and touched his lips, her fingertip lightly brushing the corner of his mouth. Her gaze lifted slightly, full of cool arrogance.

“Bo Jingmo, you know I’ve always liked your face. That’s why I said I was going to chase you. And since I did chase you, kissed you, and we ended up together… you showing me that fake version of yourself when you’re sober—do you think I have endless patience for that?”

He was sweet when he was calm, yes. But too polite, too courteous.

She always had to take the initiative just to get a kiss out of him. Even when he was desperate for her, he wouldn’t say a word. Just quietly reached out to hold her hand like it was some big deal.

Even when he saw other men talking to her, he’d still act like the understanding, generous boyfriend.

He’d just sit to the side, saying nothing. Obviously dying of jealousy, but when she asked, he’d still say, “It’s nothing.”

Where the h*ll did he pick up that stupid habit?

She pressed her fingertip to his chest, narrowed her eyes, and said each word clearly:

“Did you really think I didn’t notice? That there’s no difference between you when you’re ‘sane’ and when you’re having an episode?”

All the doctors thought Bo Jingmo had two personalities.

Sane, he was calm and controlled. During an episode, he turned utterly unhinged.

But Yu Li had seen through him long ago—this man had always been a lunatic from the very beginning.

His so-called clarity was just a thin mask of rationality.

That cold, calm facade—nothing but his subconscious pretending to be normal.

Bo Jingmo’s eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion.

After a few seconds of silence, he said quietly, “So you don’t like it? Even though this is what’s considered normal…”

Yu Li laughed out loud.

“Like it?”

Her fingertip ran from his collarbone downward, then she leaned in and bit him right there—sharp enough to draw blood. The next second, she licked it with her tongue.

She lifted her head. Blood still lingered on the corner of her lips.

Her eyes half-lidded in lazy delight, tongue slowly curling over the red stain, she looked just like some ancient vampire reveling in her feast.

“Bo Jingmo, this is a psychiatric hospital. You and I are both patients.”

She took out the leaf she’d picked earlier. What was once soft and pliant now became a blade in her hand.

The edge sliced her fingertip, and she cheerfully smeared her own blood onto the fresh wound on his skin, her voice soft as velvet.

“So, of course I like seeing the real you.”

She laughed lightly and kissed him.

“Got it?”

Whether it was his paranoia, his twisted darkness, or that overwhelming, suffocating possessiveness—Yu Li liked it all.

Her fingers slipped beneath his clothes, stroking the chiseled lines of muscle beneath. She lowered her head and licked the blood from his wound again.

Every movement was elegant and languid, like a seductive demon designed to tempt.

Yu Li lifted her eyes and glanced at the man, whose breathing had grown heavier. Her lips curled in a faint, soundless smile.

After everything, she leaned close to his ear.

“There are no cameras now. As long as you obey—whatever you want to do, I’ll allow it.”

Her voice was soft as water, yet dripping with enchantment. Every word like a net, carefully woven to pull him into her trap willingly, eagerly.

The man’s breathing quickened. His eyes darkened to an almost terrifying degree, burning with desire. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her, hard—their tongues instantly tangling.

His kiss was no different from when he was “having an episode”—just as deep, just as consuming. But tonight, it also carried a fierce, uncontainable excitement.

No one knew how long it lasted before his low, raspy voice finally broke the silence.

“…Okay.”

A fervent believer would one day shed all his disguises and give himself fully to his faith—

Then taint his god with the dirtiest love the world had to offer.