After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 107

 Chapter 107: Under the Lemon Tree, You and Me

The bath was filled with spiritual energy, and the water was so clear that the bottom could be seen.

Amid the swirling mist, her fair skin flushed with warmth, and her ‘attire’ was visible.

Jiang Niannian looked like a frightened kitten, her apricot eyes misty with uncertainty.

Yin Buqi stared at her intently, stepping forward into the water. His black robe slid off onto the edge of the pool, ink-black hair trailing into the water. His high nose bridge, pale skin, and blood-red lips gave him a dangerously seductive look.

On his firm, pale chest, the crimson bloom of a spider lily flower spread open.

The heat pressed against her ear as he buried his face in the curve of her neck, rubbing lightly.

Yin Buqi let out a low chuckle. “And what if it’s me? Dressed like this, who else were you planning to show, Nian nian?”

Jiang Niannian’s face grew hot. She said nothing, instinctively biting her cherry lips.

Yin Buqi scooped her into his arms, his gaze indulgent.

Whenever Nian nian was extremely shy, she couldn’t help but bite her lips.

His eyes settled on those glossy, ruby-red lips.

“Nian nian, you’re biting your lips again.”

Jiang Niannian froze for a moment, only then realizing her unconscious habit.

But as she looked at the man before her—his jade-like face so close, his eyes filled with deep tenderness—her cheeks burned even hotter.

She stubbornly retorted, “It’s not for you to see, you shameless fox!”

And yet, she bit down on her lips even harder.

Yin Buqi chuckled softly. “Nian nian, don’t bite.”

His cool breath brushed against her eyelashes, infinitely intimate. His gaze burned as he stared at her lips.

“Let me have a bite too, alright…?”

“W-what…?”

“I mean,” Yin Buqi’s red eyes locked onto hers, as if peering straight into her soul.

He curled a stray strand of her hair around his fingers, bringing it to his lips and kissing it with reverence.

His voice was deep and magnetic as he coaxed, “Nian nian, let me taste these lips too, alright?”

The air grew scorching.

The bath was silent except for the rustling of treetops swayed by the wind—and the sound of their heartbeats.

Yin Buqi reached out and gently lifted her chin.

Jiang Niannian’s breath caught. Her heart pounded wildly.

“You chased Xiao Qi away… now there’s no one to scrub my back for me.”

“That’s easy,” Yin Buqi murmured, unfurling his tail. He deliberately soaked it with water before rubbing it against her back—sticky, slick, and incomparably soft.

“Besides your back, is there anywhere else that needs washing, Nian nian?”

His honeyed voice carried a bewitching tone. A tingling sensation crawled up the skin behind Jiang Niannian’s ear. Her mind turned hazy, her breaths coming faster.

“N-no… nowhere else…”

“That won’t do,” Yin Buqi murmured.

“Every part of Nian nian has to be cleaned properly…”

His pronunciation of “every part” was deliberate, heavy. His tail moved even more boldly.

A feverish mist clouded his crimson eyes, an abyssal pull lurking within. Jiang Niannian felt her mind slipping, as if she were losing herself.

Yin Buqi’s voice was hoarse, laced with a dark hunger, like a predator patiently waiting for its prey to step into the trap. “Nian nian, I can’t hold back from kissing you anymore…”

In the next second, he pulled her onto his lap, cradled the back of her head, and lowered his lips onto hers.

Soft lips met, sinking into boundless tenderness.

Jiang Niannian’s eyes fluttered closed.

She wanted nothing more than to fall into this whirlpool, to sink deeper and deeper…

Yin Buqi lifted his head, his breathing heavier. His lips, now a deeper shade of red, carried an irresistible allure.

Jiang Niannian swallowed unconsciously.

His hair was slightly disheveled. Long, slender fingers reached to undo her clothing, and the embroidered undergarment slipped into the water.

His fox ears twitched into existence again. Yin Buqi raised a brow, and the ears twitched along with it.

Jiang Niannian’s heart trembled.

Yin Buqi smiled. “Nian nian, do you want to touch them?”

“Mm.”

Jiang Niannian nodded, her apricot eyes sparkling.

Just as she reached out, Yin Buqi caught her hand.

“Later,” he said, his voice dangerously low.

“Otherwise, I might not be able to control myself…”

“I might… break my Nian nian.”

—

Meanwhile, in another sleeping chamber of Qingqiu—

A maid was attending to Hu Feishuang’s bath.

Hu Feishuang asked, “What do you think the Young Master and Miss Jiang are doing right now?”

The maid froze. “T-this… I wouldn’t know.”

“I bet they’re playing mandarin ducks frolicking in water.”

The maid scrubbing her back nearly dropped the cloth.

Is this something a lowly maid like her should be hearing?!

She lowered her head even further, only to hear Hu Feishuang sigh in all seriousness, “Mandarin ducks embrace, yet when will it end? Meanwhile, a lonely drake watches from the sidelines.”

Maid: “…”

—

By the time Yin Buqi and Jiang Niannian emerged from the bath, it was already past midnight.

Jiang Niannian was completely drained, her limbs sore, her hips aching unbearably.

She clung to Yin Buqi’s neck, pouting, “I’m so sleepy, I can’t even walk anymore. You have to carry me back.”

Yin Buqi chuckled hoarsely and pulled her into his arms, rubbing his cheek against her soft face.

“Alright. Nian nian doesn’t have to walk—I’ll carry you.”

She nestled in his embrace, as soft as a kitten, exuding a sweet fragrance. He half-closed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within.

A quiet unease stirred in his heart. The issue with the Nether Evil Resentment Seed had to be resolved soon.

It was time to make Nian nian his wife.

—

The hidden Qingqiu guards had noticed something peculiar lately—

Their Young Master had been smiling a lot.

Sometimes, when Miss Jiang twirled in a new dress, watching how the fabric billowed, the Young Master would smile.

Sometimes, when Miss Jiang ate something she liked and her apricot eyes shone with delight, the Young Master, knowing her taste, would smile even more—and immediately instruct the kitchen to take note.

Even when Miss Jiang playfully pouted at the Young Master, he would beam with utter joy.

His attitude toward Miss Jiang—how could mere words like “spoiling her” possibly describe it?

The way the Young Master looked at her—if she so much as said she wanted the moon, he would likely find a way to bring it down for her. That deep, undivided affection belonged to her alone.

Meanwhile, his attitude toward them?

It was basically, “Whoever I point at, I’ll kill.”

Ah, the sheer difference in treatment.

🍋 *On the lemon tree, lemons grow; under the lemon tree, it’s you and me.* 🍋

Ah… so sour…

(T/N: lemon/sour=jealousy)