After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 100
Chapter 100: Adorable Aggressiveness
If a fox isn’t charming, can it still be called a fox?
Jiang Niannian was kissed so senselessly that she could only think about how irresistible Yin Buqi’s lips were.
When Yin Buqi gently nibbled on her lips, she instinctively extended her soft little tongue.
Her tongue-tip brushed against his teeth, and, subconsciously, she started counting them.
“Niannian… from now on, don’t let your mind wander. Focus on reciting the spell I taught you…”
Jiang Niannian noticed a subtle change in his tone—it sounded hungrier, carrying a hint of something unexplainable.
Suddenly, she felt like the entire world was shaking.
The carvings on the walls seemed to blur, and even Yin Buqi’s face appeared to waver.
Their souls were like two small spheres drawn together, fusing intimately.
Yin Buqi’s ink-black hair fell messily over his forehead, his long brows framing a dazed expression.
His deep red eyes, like bottomless wells, stirred with faint ripples beneath his long, dark lashes, easily unsettling her heart.
His cool, slender fingertips now carried her warmth.
Tilting his neck slightly, Yin Buqi sighed softly, “Niannian… this is what true dual cultivation is. One that belongs solely to us.”
One hand intertwined with hers, his fingers locked with hers, he lowered his gaze to her face.
Her chin’s curve remained soft—snowy, delicate.
Her long, seaweed-like black hair cascaded down her back like a flowing cloud, brushing against her slender waist.
The faint scent of grass and wood clung to her, seeping quietly into his breath.
Her sweetness permeated him, bewitching and consuming.
Such ease, such simplicity, and he was utterly lost.
Softening his breath, Yin Buqi brushed away the damp strand of hair sticking to her lips.
The texture of her smooth, tender skin beneath his fingertips was imprinted deep into his heart.
He smiled faintly, his red lips murmuring the world’s most tender, magnetic words: “Only now do I truly understand what it means to be entwined unto death.”
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The next morning, Jiang Niannian was woken by something.
“Stop it… I’m so tired. Let me sleep a little longer…”
She reached out to bat away the furry thing.
Upon opening her eyes, she was met with a black tail resting against her face.
Her first reaction? A giant, black, hairy caterpillar.
Her heart nearly stopped in fright, jolting her wide awake.
The next second, she realized it was Yin Buqi’s tail and let out a sigh of relief.
Despite its owner still being asleep, the tail was mischievously restless.
A few lay lazily across the bedding, while others wrapped around her body, with the tip occasionally poking at her thigh.
Jiang Niannian grabbed one tail and tugged.
Instantly, the rest of the tails flocked toward her, even the lazy ones brushing against her, as if longing for equal attention.
Unable to sleep anymore, Jiang Niannian recalled last night’s events, and a nameless fury rose within her.
She turned over, got out of bed, and randomly picked up some scattered clothes to loosely drape over herself.
After only a few steps, she was pulled back into an embrace from behind.
“Niannian… why not sleep a little longer?”
Before she could respond, he scooped her up, cradling her back to the bed.
“Why are you walking around barefoot? The floor is cold.”
The moment she turned, he had woken up.
Now clad in a white inner robe, he joined her under the blanket, pulling her into his arms.
Holding her face in place, he made her look at him.
Jiang Niannian slapped his hand away.
The sound was sharp, leaving a red mark on his hand.
Yin Buqi’s long lashes trembled, his lips pursing in pitiful grievance.
Undeterred, he reached for her hand again.
“Niannian hit me. Your hand must hurt; let me blow on it.”
Predictably, he got slapped away again, this time harder.
Pouting, Jiang Niannian said, “Don’t touch me.”
The next moment, she buried herself under the blanket, grumbling, “I told you to stop… and you still, still…”
“I was wrong…” Yin Buqi hugged her from behind, his voice soft.
“If you’re angry, take it out on me. Don’t bottle it up and hurt yourself.”
When she didn’t respond, his tail lightly tugged at her ankle.
“What now?”
Jiang Niannian turned around and snapped.
Yin Buqi obediently nodded, “Okay.”
Okay?
The next moment, he reached out to undo her clothes.
“Wait!”
Jiang Niannian pushed him away.
This guy’s head is full of dirty trash.
Her tone had clearly been questioning, yet to him, it seemed like permission.
How could he misinterpret it so badly?!
“Yin Buqi! Can’t you show some self-control?!”
“Don’t be mad, Niannian.”
His voice was soft, his messy hair framing his boyish yet mischievous face.
“You like playing with my fox ears, right? I’ll show them to you to cheer you up.”
Jiang Niannian twitched at the corner of her mouth.
What he said was that she liked playing with his ears.
But why did it feel like he was implying she liked playing with him?!
Sure enough, her thoughts were sullied.
Then she saw his fox ears emerge from his black hair.
As he lowered his eyes, the ears twitched involuntarily.
Jiang Niannian was transfixed.
So fluffy.
So soft.
Even the insides were tinged with a faint pink.
They looked perfect for petting.
Rubbing against her cheek, he murmured, “Niannian… you can touch them. Touch all you want.”
His eyes held a longing, his behavior uncharacteristically obedient.
Jiang Niannian felt her heart tremble.
The little figure in her mind screamed: This man is unfairly adorable!!!
As if bewitched, she nodded.
“Mm.”
The room was silent.
Upon hearing her response, his ears perked straight up.
Jiang Niannian stared in a daze before finally reaching out to gently stroke them.
The fox ears quivered and drooped.
Her fingers, long and soft, carried warmth.
With each touch, a tingling current coursed through Yin Buqi’s body.
He narrowed his eyes in comfort, a sheen of moisture glimmering in them.
Even his tail wagged unconsciously.
Jiang Niannian’s heart melted.
This level of cuteness should be illegal!
She bit her lip, reluctantly withdrawing her hand.
But Yin Buqi wasn’t having it.
Propping himself up, he grabbed her hand.
His breath was heavy, his voice low and hoarse with desire.
“Niannian… don’t stop. More…”
Jiang Niannian’s face burned.
The tail wrapped around her waist tickled her, leaving her mind blank.
Without thinking, she kicked him off the bed.
The two froze, one on the bed and the other on the floor, wide-eyed.
Yin Buqi sat stunned on the ground, his fox ears drooping to the sides.
His red eyes stared at her, full of pitiful grievance.
Suddenly, Jiang Niannian recalled a psychological term: adorable aggression.
It describes the impulse to act aggressively toward something unbearably cute, a mechanism to prevent being overwhelmed by “cuteness overload.”
Awkwardly averting her eyes, she said, “Buqi, I… I’m a little hungry.”
Yin Buqi blinked, his gaze softening with indulgence.
His lips curled into a smile.
“Alright, I’ll go get you something to eat.”