After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain
Chapter 204: Rong Fan, This Isn’t Like You

In the living room, the sound of the TV was still playing, but the girl who had been sitting on the sofa was now collapsed on the floor.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her face pale as a sheet, sweat the size of beans rolled down from her forehead, and trembled whimpers escaped from her lips. She was clutching her own leg tightly, the muscles in her calf twitching visibly from tension, looking like only a thin layer of skin wrapped around bone.

As if sensing the man come out, Rong Ya opened her eyes, crying out with tears on her face, “Ge!! My leg hurts so bad!!! Ge!! It hurts!! Help me… ah——!!”

As she spoke, her pupils suddenly contracted, her head tipped back, and she let out a torn scream, her nails digging deep into her flesh as she clawed upwards violently.

She actually tore her own leg open with her bare hands!

In an instant, blood gushed out, the blood-red wound nearly cutting through her entire calf.

Rong Fan froze in place for a second, his gaze landing on that leg, his eyes full of shock.

When he snapped out of it, his eyes widened, and he abruptly turned and ran into the room, flipping through the diary furiously.

He remembered! He remembered it was written in there!!

“In the cold, the sister’s leg becomes extremely sensitive. Her fragile nerves can’t handle sudden changes in temperature, especially at night. The pain will be amplified. At this point, she must first be injected with anesthetic, and then her wound should be slowly bandaged, using a warm towel again and again to warm her calf.”

Quickly skimming through the contents, Rong Fan yanked open the drawer. The sight of dozens of small bottles of anesthetic made his pupils constrict.

But in the living room, Rong Ya was still screaming, her cries of pain nonstop.

No time to think, Rong Fan grabbed a disposable syringe and a vial of anesthetic, tore open the plastic bag, drew the medication, and immediately ran out to the living room.

It was actually his first time giving someone an injection, but his muscle memory had already guided his body—he swiftly pinned down the girl’s calf and jabbed the needle in one clean motion.

At this point, Rong Ya was in so much pain her nerves couldn’t take any more. The moment the needle pierced her skin, she threw her head back and screamed.

“Ah！！！！！”

Her pupils were torn wide open, her face and neck flushed blood-red, her blood-stained hands flailing to push Rong Fan away, her hoarse voice shrieking, “Get away, get away！！！！I don’t want this!! It hurts so much!!”

Rong Fan was holding her leg, unable to care about anything else. The next second—smack—a sharp slap echoed through the air.

That slap left Rong Fan stunned, a loud buzzing filled his mind, and a sharp sting spread across his cheek, followed by a sticky stream of blood sliding down his face.

He dazedly let go, slowly and disbelievingly raising his hand to touch the side of his face. The bright red blood seemed to dye his vision.

Rong Ya didn’t notice Rong Fan’s silence. The anesthetic hadn’t kicked in yet, and the pain left her unable to think of anything else. Her leg felt like it was crawling with countless bugs—itchy and excruciating. She even wanted to dig into her leg with her hands again.

Seeing this, Rong Fan snapped back and quickly held her wrists down. His voice could no longer maintain its usual gentleness. Frowning, he shouted sternly, “Don’t move!!”

“Ge!! It hurts!! My leg hurts!!” Rong Ya, unable to grab her own leg, reached out to clutch Rong Fan’s hand instead. Her fingernails were caked in blood and tissue, leaving deep blood-red marks on the sleeve of his shirt.

She pleaded to him, almost begging, “Please! Ge!! I don’t want these legs anymore! Go get a knife! Yes! Get a knife and cut my leg off!!! I’m begging you!!”

Rong Fan stood stiffly, unmoving, his eyes lowered as he looked at the crying girl on the floor. He swallowed hard and said hoarsely, “Once the medicine kicks in, it won’t hurt anymore.”

“No!! I can’t wait that long!!”

Rong Ya’s voice suddenly turned shrill. She stared at Rong Fan with bloodshot eyes, completely unrecognizable from the obedient little sister from earlier. Her face twisted as she shouted, “Rong Fan!! You’re torturing me!! You’re torturing me!!”

Rong Fan’s gaze turned murky. He stayed silent, letting her pour all her fury onto him.

Her every swing was wild and erratic. The wound on his face was hit several more times, each scrape stinging with renewed intensity.

Thinking of what was written in the diary, he silently clenched his fists.

So, this was how “Rong Fan” was driven insane?

On the surface, a gentle and responsible brother—but in reality, he’d long grown tired of his sister.

If that was true, then the content at the end of the diary suddenly made sense.

No one knew how much time had passed before Rong Ya’s voice gradually faded. It seemed the anesthetic was finally taking effect. Her gaze went blank, her eyes dull as she lay on the sofa staring dazedly at the ceiling.

Rong Fan glanced at the clock.

11:40. Not yet midnight.

He stood up, intending to fetch the medical kit and treat Rong Ya’s wounds. But then, a quiet scoff came from behind him.

“How nice, I got to live another day. Looks like my wish really worked.”

Rong Ya lay on the sofa, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. The smile on her face looked uglier than crying.

Hearing that, Rong Fan said nothing and didn’t turn around. He simply lifted his legs to walk toward the room—when suddenly, Rong Ya’s voice rang out by his ear.

“Ge, I’m sorry.”

Rong Fan’s steps paused slightly.

He was just about to say it’s okay, but the next words froze him in place.

“But after all I’ve done to you… why won’t you kill me?”

Turning to look, he saw Rong Ya had somehow turned her head. She stared at him with a strange, burning gaze, the corners of her mouth stretching so wide it nearly reached her ears—so twisted it no longer looked human.

She said, "Rong Fan, this isn’t like you."

Rong Fan’s heart skipped a beat. His hand on the doorframe slowly clenched. A chill crawled up from the soles of his feet, and the pain on his cheek seemed to magnify, almost breaking his composure.

What did Rong Ya mean by that?

Was the “Rong Fan” from before not like this? Did he slip up?

And then something even stranger happened—Rong Ya, lying on the sofa, slowly sat up. She didn’t look like someone severely ill at all. Her head tilted, and her sunken cheeks twisted into a chilling smile as she spoke in a slow, terrifying tone:

“Gege, why won’t you kill me…”

Silence fell over the room like death. Rong Fan’s palms began to sweat, his brain spinning at full speed.

If the character setting he guessed was true, then should he kill Rong Ya now?

No! The rules of this tower are based on Peace. If he kills Rong Ya, wouldn’t that be breaking the rules?

But if he doesn’t break the rules, his character setting might fall apart.

Just as the tension hit its peak, an abrupt chime rang out at the door.

Ding dong——

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