After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 163
Chapter 163: I’m Coaxing You
Yin Buqi’s red eyes locked onto her.
As soon as he finished speaking, he scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the bed.
Jiang Niannian let him carry her until she was set down on the bed, finally gaining her freedom.
She slipped under the covers.
Yin Buqi sat at the edge of the bed, his lips still tightly pressed together.
Jiang Niannian found his expression amusing.
Oh well, she had been coaxing him for years anyway.
Resting her head on Yin Buqi’s lap, she smiled, “Still mad?”
“……”
“Who knocked over a jar of vinegar? Why does it smell so strong in here?”
“……”
Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Niannian reached out and poked his impossibly handsome face—one she never tired of admiring.
“Husband, come on, give me a smile.”
Yin Buqi looked down at her but did not smile.
Jiang Niannian, however, burst out laughing.
The more she looked at him, the more she liked him—even when he was jealous, he was adorable.
Seizing the moment, she tugged at his collar and planted two quick kisses on his lips.
“Husband, smile for me~”
Yin Buqi’s breathing grew rapid.
A scorching, turbulent undercurrent swirled in his gaze as he stared fixedly at her.
“Niannian, are you seducing me?”
Jiang Niannian replied, “I’m coaxing you.”
Yin Buqi was stubborn.
“No, you’re seducing me.”
“Fine, fine, I’m seducing you. Happy now?”
Jiang Niannian lifted her head from his lap, pulled back the covers, and patted the empty space beside her.
“Come to bed.”
Yin Buqi rubbed his nose, said nothing, and decisively slipped under the blankets.
Jiang Niannian lay quietly on the bed, wrapped tightly in his embrace.
His grip was so strong it felt as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones.
Tilting her head slightly, she could feel his burning breath.
Through the thin fabric, their body heat melded together, their scents entwined, making her feel as though she had become a part of him.
It made Jiang Niannian realize—she was the one he cherished above all else.
Her cheeks warmed, taking on a faint blush.
She wriggled slightly in his arms and asked, “Are you still mad?”
Yin Buqi raised an eyebrow, lowered his head, and captured her lips.
The air seemed to ignite.
She clung to his neck, as if swept into a scorching, frenzied storm, unable to see or hear anything—only his deep, intoxicating presence overwhelming her senses.
After a long while, he contentedly nuzzled against her cheek.
It was soft, smooth like freshly fallen snow, carrying a delicate warmth and a lingering sweetness—just like the creamiest of confections.
So sweet.
Everything about Niannian was so sweet.
Yin Buqi gently nipped her cheek and finally spoke with satisfaction, “I was jealous. I don’t like Zhao Anming.”
Jiang Niannian replied, “Then will you help me manage things?”
Yin Buqi answered immediately, “I’ll handle everything for you.”
He held Jiang Niannian tightly.
“Niannian, do you dislike me?”
“No, never,” she said softly.
That gentle voice melted something deep within Yin Buqi’s heart, like parched soil drinking in long-awaited rain.
After waiting so long, warmth finally seeped through.
Yin Buqi murmured, “I love you too much, Niannian. That’s why I want to be by your side all the time. That’s why there are so many things I can’t tolerate. Niannian, I’m willing to do anything for you. Just be a little more patient with me, okay?”
Jiang Niannian nodded.
“Okay.”
Yin Buqi’s voice remained low, like a whispered dream.
“I know your heart has always been steadfast. But I can’t help being afraid…”
Jiang Niannian chuckled.
“I understand. Right now, I’m very happy.”
Thinking about it, if she saw Yin Buqi paying attention to another woman—especially one he had some history with—she would be mad too.
Possessiveness wasn’t his alone.
She had it as well.
But Yin Buqi’s nature had never given her the chance to feel that way.
Jiang Niannian wrapped her arms around his neck and mused, “Buqi… do you think one day another Heaven’s Will will come to inherit my mantle, so we can live a carefree life as wandering immortals?”
Yin Buqi smirked.
“That day will come very soon.”
Jiang Niannian looked at him in confusion.
Yin Buqi didn’t answer.
He simply stroked her face, preventing her from speaking, and lowered his head to trace the shape of her lips with his own, his voice deep and indulgent.
He seemed utterly entranced, savoring every moment, his silky hair brushing against her cheeks, ticklish yet intoxicating.
The passion in his kisses betrayed his joy.
Greedily, he indulged in her warmth and softness, branding her once more as his and his alone.
Jiang Niannian was left dizzy and breathless from his kisses, her fingers instinctively undoing the buttons of her clothes.
But to her surprise, Yin Buqi suddenly pulled back slightly.
His hand caressed her smooth shoulder as he panted softly, “Niannian, aren’t you tired? Sleep.”
Jiang Niannian, halfway through unbuttoning: ???
If this were anyone else, she might understand.
But Yin Buqi? Impossible.
She knew how much he enjoyed this.
There were times she was left utterly exhausted from his attentions.
And now, sharing the same bed, in the heat of the moment, when he was clearly struggling to hold back—he just stopped?
It didn’t make sense.
Just as she was puzzling over it, Yin Buqi pulled her into his arms.
Sensing she was still awake, he asked, “Not sleeping?”
Jiang Niannian could feel him restraining himself.
Why?
“Buqi.”
Jiang Niannian softly called his name, her body melting against his as she tilted her head up to kiss him.
“You… don’t want to?”
Yin Buqi stiffened, his grip on her waist tightening.
His half-lidded, red eyes shimmered like jade, rippling with a deep, dark tide.
“Of course I want to… But if I hurt the baby in your belly, that wouldn’t be good.”
Jiang Niannian froze.
She lowered her gaze to her stomach.
“What?”
Yin Buqi looked at her dazed expression, his eyes burning with overwhelming love, deep and fervent like woven silk, unchanged and unshakable.
He kissed her fingertips, his expression indulgent.
“My silly Niannian, you didn’t even realize you were pregnant.”
Jiang Niannian suddenly understood.
No wonder he had said their successor would come soon—there was already a little one in her belly.
Yin Buqi studied her intently, then leaned against her, rubbing against her like a spoiled child, his tone filled with reluctant restraint.
“Niannian, stop tempting me. I’m suffering.”
Jiang Niannian saw how tormented he was, all because of her, yet still forcing himself to endure.
Her heart softened.
She leaned closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Even if I’m pregnant… there are still other ways…”
…
Watching her flushed cheeks, as if she were drunk, with her dewy apricot eyes shimmering—
Yin Buqi felt an unbearable itch in his heart, like a cat scratching at his soul.
He couldn’t resist kissing her again, lost in his own obsession.
He tightened his embrace, utterly entranced, rubbing his face against hers as he murmured adoringly, “Niannian, I love you to death…”
