After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 104
Chapter 104: Fox Yin, Give Nian Nian a Smile
Yin Buqi had just arrived at the entrance of the sleeping quarters in the Temple of the Gods when, from a distance, he sensed Jiang Niannian’s presence—along with that of another man.
He paused, his eyes darkening as if covered in ash. His red pupils turned icy. With a flick of his hand, a scarlet-black iron sword materialized in his grip.
Step by step, he walked inside.
Jiang Niannian was lying on a soft couch, reading a storybook. Sensing his approach, she looked up with her bright, almond-shaped eyes.
She was still wearing the hairstyle he had arranged for her that morning, a peach blossom hairpin tucked at an angle in her dark locks.
Yin Buqi closed his eyes briefly. With his cultivation having advanced, his senses had also become keener.
His gaze swept across the room—there was no other man. Silently, he withdrew his sword.
Already agitated by the things Shi Jing had told him, he now found himself further provoked by the faint trace of another man’s presence lingering in the air.
The urge to kill surged within him.
His throat moved as he swallowed, eyelashes lowering. A dangerous, bloodthirsty glint flickered at the corner of his eyes.
Jiang Niannian spoke, “Why are you just standing there? Come here.”
Yin Buqi opened his eyes and dashed forward—so fast that only a shadow remained. His pale hands seized her soft waist.
“Ah!”
Jiang Niannian yelped, startled by his sudden action.
A flicker of something unreadable passed through Yin Buqi’s eyes before he suddenly straightened slightly, his palm pressing against her slender waist. Her breath hitched as his long fingers began to tickle lightly.
His heavy arm pinned her down, his legs entwining with hers. Resting his head in the crook of her neck, his forehead grazed her skin, stray strands of hair tickling her.
“What are you doing?”
Jiang Niannian reached out to push him, but he only tightened his hold.
Yin Buqi burrowed deeper into her neck, rubbing against her with force—
It was just like a cat intoxicated by catnip. Or perhaps, like a jealous cat suspecting its owner had been petting a dog outside.
He was sniffing her…
The cool palm at her waist was stroking her gently, every movement steeped in tenderness, wrapping around her heart like a silken thread.
Jiang Niannian felt an inexplicable sense of panic, her skin heating up, her cheeks blooming into a soft pink hue.
Yin Buqi’s lips brushed against her neck as he murmured in a low, husky voice, “Niannian, who did you meet today?”
“I went to see Shen Yu for a bit…”
Before she could finish, the grip on her waist tightened abruptly.
Yin Buqi lifted his head, his eyes still tinged with an ominous red, like a demonic peach blossom—stunning in a way that was both ethereal and menacing.
If only he didn’t look so fierce.
“Nian Nian is being disobedient. Why are you meeting other men?”
Jiang Niannian struggled under his weight, pushing against his chest, irritation flashing in her gaze.
“Am I not allowed even a bit of personal freedom?”
“Reporting to the Young Master, Shen Yu recently opened a plot of land in Qingqiu to cultivate medicinal herbs. Miss Jiang visits daily to help. The two converse happily. Just yesterday, Shen Yu stayed in Miss Jiang’s Fangfei Courtyard until dusk…”
Yin Buqi recalled what his spy had reported that day, and his jealousy only grew.
“Nian Nian seeing another man—I won’t allow it! I won’t allow it!!!”
His breath was hot as it brushed against her cheek. Like a beast cornered, he suddenly growled and sank his teeth into her lips, his kiss fierce and possessive, devouring every trace of sweetness.
A long, black tail coiled around her—starting from her ankle, winding up her legs, creeping toward her thighs.
The fur was impossibly soft.
Her tongue ached from his forceful kiss. She struggled, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the bed.
The woman in his arms was delicate, her fair skin as soft as snow. He asked hoarsely, “Where did he touch you?”
Jiang Niannian refused to answer.
Yin Buqi’s red eyes darkened further. In his fury, he took her lips again, his tongue invading, ravaging, demanding submission. His fingers trailed along her jawline, then downward in a lingering caress.
Jiang Niannian had enough. Lifting her leg, she kicked him hard in the stomach.
“Get off me!”
Her face was cold, truly angered this time.
Even if Yin Buqi was unwilling, he knew he had crossed a line. He rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor, lowering his head. His fox ears drooped, listless.
His movement was practiced—so practiced, it was heartbreaking.
Jiang Niannian, who had been ready to scold him, suddenly didn’t know what to say.
She sighed.
“Yin Buqi, I love only you. My heart, my soul—they are all yours. You have nothing to worry about. No other man will take your place, understand?”
Yin Buqi lowered his gaze, lips tightly pressed together.
He said nothing.
Jiang Niannian slapped the couch and commanded, “If you keep acting unreasonable, I’ll leave!”
Yin Buqi’s heart clenched.
“I won’t be mad anymore… as long as Nian Nian looks only at me, listens only to me, I won’t be mad anymore.”
His long tail inched closer, curling around her calf in a placating gesture, its soft tip brushing lightly.
Jiang Niannian asked, “Are you feeling wronged?”
Yin Buqi’s red eyes shimmered as he nodded.
“Oh, feeling wronged, are you? Then keep kneeling.”
“……”
She couldn’t let this slide—otherwise, he’d become even more brazen in the future!
For the next half-hour, Jiang Niannian flipped through her storybook, occasionally glancing at the kneeling Yin Buqi.
Each time, his fox ears and tail would twitch, his hopeful eyes fixed on her.
Another half-hour passed.
Jiang Niannian finally asked, “Still feeling wronged?”
“No.”
“Still angry?”
“No.”
“Do you realize your mistake?”
“I do. I won’t dare again. I’ll listen to Nian Nian from now on.”
His tone was exceptionally obedient.
Jiang Niannian extended her hand, wiggling her fingers.
“Come closer.”
Yin Buqi shuffled forward on his knees.
She placed a hand under his chin and scratched lightly. Immediately, she broke into laughter.
Yin Buqi, still kneeling, leaned forward, his red-rimmed eyes peering up at her, utterly submissive. His usual devilish charm softened into something endearing—like a tamed little beast.
“Oh, what a big-tailed fox.”
Jiang Niannian teased him, lifting his chin with a finger.
“Smile for me.”
Yin Buqi’s thin lips curved slightly. His eyes glowed with warmth, an unguarded adoration surging from their depths. Even his brows carried an undeniable joy.
He murmured softly, “Nian Nian.”
Jiang Niannian coughed, refusing to admit she was charmed. She patted the empty space beside her.
“Come up.”
In the next second, Yin Buqi obediently climbed onto the couch, wrapping his long legs around hers. He nestled against her neck, exhaling a contented sigh.
“Behave yourself.”
“Yes, Nian Nian.”
He curled her long hair around his fingers, an almost childlike satisfaction settling in his features.
