After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 139
Chapter 139: Past Life (15)- Confrontation
Yin Buqi spoke as he reached out, taking her hand in his and attempting to kiss her palm—only to see specks of blood.
They were the marks left by her nails digging into her flesh.
Yin Buqi extended his tongue, gently licking the wound, his voice filled with distress.
“Master, you’re bleeding so much.”
Jiang Niannian’s face turned even paler, her heart pounding wildly.
An uncontrollable chill surged through her limbs, and suddenly, she slapped him hard.
Yin Buqi was momentarily stunned by the slap, his gaze instantly darkening.
“Your disciple merely saw you bleeding and wanted to tend to your wound, Master. Why would you do this?”
Jiang Niannian froze.
Lately, he had been whispering obscene words in her ear every night, making her momentarily dazed just now.
She misheard what he said.
She thought he had said—
“Master, you’re so wet.”
She assumed he was humiliating her again.
“No need.”
She withdrew her hand, her entire being radiating resistance.
Yin Buqi stared at her, his face darkening as he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head.
Jiang Niannian winced in pain, her expression displeased.
“Let go of me! Let me go!!”
“You… what exactly do you want before you’ll leave me alone?”
Yin Buqi tightened his grip on her wrist, then finally leaned in with satisfaction.
His gaze was affectionate, and with his black robe already discarded, the form-fitting inner garments accentuated his tall, slender figure.
Like a panther, he slowly loomed over her.
The fury in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a bone-deep, lingering yearning.
The emotion surged toward her like an unfathomable ocean.
He lightly kissed her lips and spoke gently, “I will never let you go, Master. I want you to stay with me forever.”
Yin Buqi was waiting for her answer.
His black hair was disheveled, and there was an uncontrollable madness flickering in his eyes.
His crimson lips were tightly pressed together.
Jiang Niannian found herself ridiculous.
He had treated her this way, yet when she saw the fragility in his gaze, she still felt a pang of heartache.
But he waited too long for a response.
His patience wore thin.
He finally tore his gaze away from her bleeding hand, unable to suppress the burning desire within him any longer.
He lowered his head and ruthlessly kissed her lips!
“Mmph—”
Her fair and pristine face was now flushed with a thin layer of red from the heat.
Yin Buqi’s fingertips were cold, yet the pads of his fingers were warm and soft.
The contrast of sensations blended in an intoxicating way, igniting a fire that spread throughout her body.
The moment he kissed her, she instinctively pressed toward him, like a fish that had long been deprived of water, finally finding relief in the coolness.
The three-day period had arrived.
It must have been the effects of the blood essence again.
Each time, its effects on her body became stronger.
Yin Buqi felt a surge of heat in his chest.
He loosened his grip on her lips just slightly, then swiftly removed both of their garments.
“Master, this time, you were the one who took the initiative…”
Jiang Niannian’s voice trembled with fury.
“If you hadn’t tampered with my body—! How dare you!”
She raised her hand to slap him again, but Yin Buqi caught her wrist.
“Your disciple is saving you, Master. I’m making you feel good. Why are you trying to hit me? After all, you wouldn’t want to die spitting blood, your face completely ruined, would you?”
“Or…”
Yin Buqi suddenly bit her chin, his voice dark and dangerous.
“Is it that Master thinks I’m not trying hard enough?”
Jiang Niannian no longer had the strength to resist.
She could only suppress the fury in her heart, staring blankly at the canopy above her.
She felt utterly hopeless, as if everything had already crumbled, and there was no point in resisting anymore.
Yes, things had come to this.
No matter how much she fought back, what difference would it make?
Her rebellious disciple had already done everything.
Even if they stopped now, there was no going back.
“I’ve long wanted to lock you up and do whatever I please. Now, I’ve finally fulfilled that wish.”
“Master, only I can treat you like this. Do you understand?”
“Master, I’ve already found the perfect phoenix coronet. We’ll be getting married soon.”
Yin Buqi continued speaking, but Jiang Niannian lay motionless on the bed, her eyes closed, refusing to respond.
Master and disciple—after finally reuniting, things had come to this.
Truly, fate was cruel.
“Master…”
But Yin Buqi refused to let her remain silent.
His seemingly gentle yet forceful fingers threaded through her sweat-dampened hair, lifting her head so she had no choice but to look at him.
“I’ve given my all to save you, Master. Shouldn’t you thank me?”
Jiang Niannian’s cheeks were flushed, her voice barely above a whisper, as she bit out each word through clenched teeth.
“Don’t… make me… hate you…”
“I don’t want to hear that.”
Yin Buqi pulled her tightly into his arms, his voice suddenly soft and coaxing as he whispered against her ear.
He even deliberately held himself still, suppressing his own desires.
“Be good, Master. Just say it. Say that you love me, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
The moment he stopped moving, Jiang Niannian’s body instinctively reacted, wanting to press closer to him.
She forcibly restrained herself, her emotions surging to the breaking point.
A mouthful of thick blood suddenly welled up in her throat, spilling over her lips.
She coughed violently, blood splattering onto the sheets—a pitiful, wretched sight.
“You might as well just kill me…”
Her voice cut off abruptly as her tightly clenched teeth slackened, and another mouthful of blood spewed forth.
Scarlet droplets splattered through the air.
Yin Buqi’s pupils constricted.
A flicker of panic flashed across his face as he hurriedly grasped her pulse.
His heart instantly turned cold.
How could this be?
Why was her pulse suddenly so weak? Even her spiritual energy was damaged…
Could it be—Master was trying to destroy herself?!
Had he gone too far? Had he angered her that much?
Jiang Niannian curled up in pain, trembling violently.
Immortals shouldn’t feel cold, yet she was freezing.
A rare look of panic filled Yin Buqi’s eyes.
Even his breath became labored, as though he was suffocating.
He gathered her into his embrace again, his movements gentle.
“Master, be good. This time, I won’t force you.”
A drop of water landed on her face.
Yin Buqi reached out, brushing her cheek with his fingers, wiping away the tear.
“Master, I’m sorry. That day, I killed that disciple in a fit of rage because he said no one would ever love me, and that one day, you’d leave me too…”
“I killed your clon because it plotted to kill me and framed you…”
Jiang Niannian felt as if she had been plunged into an ice abyss.
The one who had killed Yin Buqi… was her own clon?
Why had she done that?
She cut him off.
“If you knew it was her, then why… why still humiliate me like this?”
“No, master, I never meant to humiliate you. That day, when I took you, I was just furious. But later, when I realized you weren’t behind the killing array, I decided to just go along with it. Master, I’ve always loved you…”
“The boneless powder makes you lose control when aroused, but only my blood can counteract it. It won’t harm you… In fact, deep down, Master, you care about me. You just don’t realize it.”
Jiang Niannian stared at him in disbelief.
“How could that be…”
“How could it not be? If you truly felt nothing for me, this drug wouldn’t have worked on you at all…”
