What?! Whose Deranged Rival Is Pinning Their Archenemy Down and Kissing Them?

[A transmigrator can't be a saint. A fake playboy meets a real yandere.] Meng Xilou, a gang leader renowned across the assassin world for his cold heart and lack of feeling, was pinned to the bed by Ji Wuyan, a hostage prince from an enemy kingdom, on the very night he transmigrated. Ji Wuyan looked frail, but his methods were vicious. As Ji Wuyan's medicine-scented breath brushed Meng Xilou's neck, his fingertips were icy and his lips soft, but his words cut like a poison-coated blade. “Since you're here, you'll have to leave either your first night or your life behind...” “Are you looking to die?” The cold glint in Meng Xilou's eyes nearly pierced Ji Wuyan's disguise. In all these years, no one who valued their life had dared to handle him this way. He was just about to strike, but Ji Wuyan pressed a fingertip against his wound. The touch was as gentle as a caress, yet held an irresistible, ruthless force, as if he could crush Meng Xilou's spine at any moment... After one wild night, the two became the talk of the capital. Meng Xilou spent his days raising fighting crickets and walking his birds, but when Ji Wuyan was bullied by another prince, he casually shot a pellet through the man's palm. “Since when do other people get to bully someone who belongs to me?” Even Meng Xilou was taken aback by his own words. When had he started caring enough to protect someone like this? Ji Wuyan still coughed as if his lungs were tearing apart, but when someone tried to poison Meng Xilou, he quietly switched their cups. The two sabotaged each other behind the scenes, and even their fights were charged with a fatal attraction. Yet whenever one was in danger, the other came to his aid. Meng Xilou: “You and I are like fire and water!” Ji Wuyan chuckled. “Fire and water? All I know is, No! One! But! You! Belong! To! Xilou!” (The top and bottom are obvious ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ)