After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 66
Chapter 66: Even If You’re Not Here, I’ll Protect Myself
Jiang Niannian reassured, “Yin Ci, I still need to take care of Buqi. Your room is already paid for, so why don’t you head back, alright?”
Yin Ci, his face battered and bruised, lay on the ground and muttered weakly, “Buddha…”
“What?”
“Buddha… the smiling jade Buddha…” With swollen eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, Yin Ci pulled a jade Buddha out of his sleeve, wiping his tears with his sleeve as he choked out, “This Buddha… is my… my brother’s…”
“Why… why doesn’t my brother… recognize me…”
“UWaaaah! Am I so unloveable? I want my brother… hic…”
He was crying so hard he started to hiccup.
Jiang Niannian felt a headache coming on.
One cub of hers was lying weakly, clinging to her and coughing up blood; the other, his brother, was sprawled on the ground, devastated.
She sighed and snapped at the onlookers, “What are you looking at? Move along! Or don’t blame me if I get rude!”
Seeing her draw a jade-green sword from her waist, the people quickly scattered.
Standing on the staircase, Yin Buqi was drenched in blood.
His robes, hands, inner clothes, and even his face were stained, making him resemble a sinister, dark flower blooming in hell.
Coal Ball tugged persistently at his pant leg, whining, “Awoo! Awoo!”
Jiang Niannian was at a loss.
“Buqi…”
His long, dark lashes trembled slightly.
After a while, he said, “Yin Ci, come here.”
Yin Ci’s tears stopped immediately, and he walked over as if drawn by an unseen force.
Brother… called him.
“The jade Buddha. Hand it over.”
The cold voice and pale, slender hand reached toward him.
“Brother…” Yin Ci offered up the jade Buddha.
“How did you know this jade Buddha was mine?”
Yin Ci confessed honestly, “When I was little, I pestered my master to tell me about you. He said you had a smiling jade Buddha, one that your mother painstakingly begged for, climbing thousands of temple steps to offer it to the mountain god for your protection. It’s engraved with the character ‘Li’… it’s one of a kind.”
Yin Buqi was silent for a long time, then reached up to pinch Yin Ci’s cheek.
“Ow! Brother, brother! That hurts!” Yin Ci yelped.
After being beaten earlier, any touch made the pain unbearable.
“Mhm.”
Yin Buqi’s raised hand fell back into his sleeve as he said indifferently, “Go to your room.”
With that, he turned and walked back to his own room.
Jiang Niannian felt the tension leave her heart and followed him inside.
“Oh…” Yin Ci nodded, wiping the blood from his lips.
Suddenly, he froze, his eyes widening.
“Brother?!”
What did that ‘mhm’ mean?
Did he accept him calling him brother?
Did brother recognize him?!
Yin Ci floated into his room in a daze, and just before he shut the door, a small black ball slipped inside.
…
Jiang Niannian helped Yin Buqi clean up, bandage his wounds, and changed his clothes.
She sat by the bed, handing him a bowl of tea.
Yin Buqi didn’t reach for it but kept his eyes fixed on her.
His red eyes clearly showed his thoughts.
Tsk.
Jiang Niannian’s gaze softened as she moved closer and brought the bowl to his lips.
“Drink,” she murmured.
Finally, he leaned forward and took a few sips.
He lowered his head slightly, letting his forehead rest against her shoulder, as if exhausted.
“Buqi, I have something to tell you.”
“Mm?”
“I didn’t… with Ye Linyuan…”
“I know, Niannian… I know.”
Jiang Niannian was puzzled.
“Then why did you still fight him, knowing he provoked you on purpose?”
“I couldn’t stand it.”
Yin Buqi’s hair was tied behind him, his face was pale and frail, and he had wounds of various sizes on his body.
His aura of hostility still hadn’t faded.
“That green-haired, ugly thing dares touch even a finger of Niannian’s… cough… cough…”
Then he raised his head.
His dark eyes still shimmered with unresolved anger.
Jiang Niannian looked at him for a long time.
She had many things to say but ended up only sighing, “If you know it hurts, learn your lesson for next time.”
Yin Buqi’s lashes quivered.
“You’re worried about me?”
Jiang Niannian’s brows remained furrowed.
“You’re mine. If I don’t worry about you, who will?”
She glanced at the vivid red spider lily on his skin and asked, “This… where did it come from? You didn’t have it before.”
Yin Buqi lowered his gaze, recalling something he heard by the Huashu River, and said softly, “…I don’t really know.”
She gently touched it with her fingertip.
Yin Buqi’s body trembled.
“Does it hurt?”
A certain frail “little white flower” nodded slightly.
“A little.”
Jiang Niannian could only sigh.
“Don’t end up like this again. Even if you can’t see me, I’ll protect myself. All you have to do is stay safe and wait for me to find you… or you come find me.”
Yin Buqi looked at her, the hostility in his aura dissipating.
He pulled her closer into his arms.
Breathing in Jiang Niannian’s enticing scent, he slowly lowered his head, inch by inch.
His soft lips kissed her eyes, nose, and mouth.
It left Jiang Niannian’s heart fluttering.
“Niannian…”
His pale, slender fingers caressed her red lips with a hint of seduction.
He said, “Niannian, I want you to use these lips to say you love me.”
Such breathtaking beauty—enchanting, yet addicting.
“Didn’t I say that before?”
“No. Niannian, I want to hear it.”
Jiang Niannian gazed at him, stunned.
She could never resist those eyes of his.
Those eyes, filled with longing, gazed at her with instinctive affection.
She nodded and smiled, “Buqi, I love you. Pure and true. I’m yours, in this life and beyond.”
Yin Buqi’s throat bobbed as he started to speak.
There was a knock on the door.
Jiang Niannian gave him a gentle kiss, got up, and went to open it.
A figure stood there, wrapped tightly, with only a pair of eyes visible.
“You are?”
“It’s me.”
The person gave her a sidelong look, then stepped inside with a medicine box.
After Jiang Niannian closed the door, the visitor took off the hat—revealing Shen Yu.
