After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 255: Doesn’t Understand Emotions

But to everyone's surprise, Limu looked utterly baffled. "What do you mean, 'like'?"

Qi Cheng’an was confused. "Don’t you like Rong Fan?"

Limu’s expression got even weirder. "Why would I like him?"

"You saved him, kept him by your side, and you're especially nice to him."

"......"

In that moment, Limu looked at Qi Cheng’an like he was an idiot.

"Haven’t I saved you guys too?"

"......"

"And you say I treat him special—how exactly am I treating him special?" Limu herself had no idea such a thing was happening.

Qi Cheng’an: "......"

Come to think of it… yeah, not really.

He scratched his head awkwardly and gave a sheepish laugh. "Guess we misunderstood."

Thinking about how Rong Fan seemed to have a crush on Limu, Qi Cheng’an decided to just help him ask, "So… what do you think of Rong Fan as a person?"

The woman expressionlessly spat out two words, "He’s alright."

Qi Cheng’an: "......"

OK, that’s a wrap.

But Qi Cheng’an still didn’t understand why Limu had saved Rong Fan, just like how she saved them back then.

You could say Limu was cold-blooded, and yeah, she really was. In the face of death, even if your mouth is dry from begging, she might still stay unmoved.

But sometimes, she'd show this completely unexpected "kindness." Qi Cheng’an never could figure her out, so eventually, he just stopped trying.

What none of them expected was that someone would actually try to imitate Limu’s borderline crazy behavior.

That person created deva inside a dungeon, mimicking Limu’s ways almost exactly—quickly gathering members and even recruiting Yu Jiao and Rong Fan.

Qi Cheng’an and Xin Hao couldn’t understand it, so they asked those two about it, but they always dodged the question. After a while, aside from when necessary, the group barely kept in touch.

Years passed, and deva did grow more and more powerful—but their style started to feel a bit... off.

Because a super aggressive teaming model emerged in their ranks.

The idea was: whatever the leader says is absolute. Everyone must obey without question—even if it means dying, you had to cooperate without a word. To survive the dungeon, they’d even sacrifice teammates if needed.

And if some players refused to comply, they’d be sold dreams—promised they'd be resurrected later using points. But every time, those promises just disappeared into thin air.

If peace was about large-scale cooperation through dungeons, then deva was a dictatorship under one person’s rule. freёweɓnovel_com

Xin Hao and Qi Cheng’an still stuck with the original solo-style dungeon runs. Their group wasn’t that big anyway, and if the team got too large, points would get split too much—it’d be hard to even stay in the intermediate ranks.

Deva seemed like it was trying to copy the leadership style Limu once had when guiding them through dungeons. But the more they imitated, the further off they got. Trying to draw a tiger and ending up with a dog instead.

After all, Limu never interfered in what they did. That woman actually preferred going solo. Most of the time, they were the ones begging her to team up.

And she’d always say beforehand, "I’m not gonna protect any of you. When disaster strikes, it’s every man for himself—got it?"

Even with that warning, her overwhelming strength meant there never really was any disaster.

So in Xin Hao’s eyes, if Limu ever came back, she'd most likely choose deva’s setup.

Weird as it was, it really was the best option.

When Yu Li heard this answer, she just raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

After they left, she leaned back in her chair, staring at the cup in front of her, lost in thought.

Bo Jingmo turned slightly and held her hand. "Want to go home?"

Yu Li’s gaze shifted from the cup to the man’s scalded hand. The redness had mostly faded now. His fair skin only showed a faint mark.

Yu Li glanced at it, then slowly pulled her hand away.

Just as the man froze in surprise, she reached up and pinched his chin. "Their problem’s settled. Now, isn’t it time we talked about ours?"

Yu Li straightened up and glanced at the burn on his neck.

Seeing that it had healed pretty well too, she tried to pull away—but Bo Jingmo suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.

Her body pressed against his chest, and his slightly hoarse voice sounded by her ear. "Lili, are you mad because I got hurt? But it wasn’t serious—you saw that, right? I recovered in no time."

"How is that the same?" Yu Li struggled a bit but couldn’t break free, so she gave up.

Expressionless, she said, "Bo Jingmo, what if you didn’t have Black Mist?"

Bo Jingmo answered without thinking, "Then I wouldn’t—"

Yu Li cut him off directly. "No, you would."

She pinched his chin, eyes cold. "Bo Jingmo, I thought you already knew. Pretending doesn't help you at all. If you can't guarantee your own safety, why bother saving them first? What can they give you? A 'thank you' at most."

At that moment, Yu Li looked even more like a cold, heartless villain than Bo Jingmo did.

But she didn’t think there was anything wrong with how she saw things.

Bo Jingmo couldn’t let go of his public persona in the real world. Yu Li used to think, fine, as long as he didn’t treat her that way.

But now, she’d changed her mind.

This world was unfair to Bo Jingmo—so why should he care about those children of the Heavenly Way?

Let go of the hero complex, and respect others’ fate.

That phrase fit Bo Jingmo perfectly in this novel world.

Since the Heavenly Way saw him as a villain and everyone else treated him like a monster, then there was no point in doing these useless good deeds.

Hearing this, the man’s eyelids fluttered. His thin lips pressed together. He held her waist tightly, staying silent for a long time.

Who knows how long it took before he finally spoke softly, "Lili, I’m not like you. They say I’m a monster who doesn’t understand emotions—and even I can’t refute that."

"......"

Who dissed her little boyfriend while she wasn’t around?

Yu Li’s face was stiff. Her tone was cold. "Don’t understand emotions? Then break up. You don’t have feelings for me."

Bo Jingmo panicked immediately.

"No! I take it back! I was wrong!"

"Then where’d all that messed-up logic come from?"

"......"

The man was quiet for a few seconds, then finally admitted the truth, "Lili, that orphanage used to be your home… but I didn’t feel a thing."

He thought he’d be curious—or happy—to see Yu Li’s past. But for some reason, after arriving there, his emotions didn’t budge.

Why? That wasn’t normal. A normal person wouldn’t react like this.

Yu Li would care about his past. She’d show concern.

But him? After hearing what Aunt Chen said, he didn’t feel much.

He even felt a sense of unfamiliarity toward the "quiet and introverted" Yu Li—like he was hearing someone else’s story.

Bo Jingmo’s eyes dimmed. That "numb sensitivity" of his filled him with helplessness.

Just like everyone said, he really was a monster. He couldn’t feel human emotions. Couldn’t even empathize with his own partner.

He didn’t deserve Yu Li’s care.

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