Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Bai Weiran also fell flat on his backside!!"

"I fell down, and Bai Weiran fell down too. I slipped on my butt, and Bai Weiran slipped on his butt too. So, rounding up, Bai Weiran likes me!"

"…………"

A yandere girl with a robber-like logic.

He got up, wanting Mengmeng to walk by herself, but Mengmeng refused and insisted that he carry her. Anyway, there were less than five minutes left to the bus stop, so Bai Weiran didn't argue with her and continued walking forward with her on his back.

Mengmeng was singing softly on his back.

It's that familiar song again.

"...The big rabbit got sick, the second rabbit went to see him, the third rabbit bought medicine, the fourth rabbit brewed it, and the fifth rabbit died—the fifth rabbit died and never came back..."

Bai Weiran used to think it was because she liked it, but later she doubted it—maybe Mengmeng only knew this one song.

The search results for "yandere girl" in the music library only yielded one result.

"Hey, Bai Weiran."

"Ok?"

Bai Weiran responded, and at the same time felt a cold, sharp touch sliding across his neck.

Mengmeng held an icicle in her hand and used the pointed end to move along the carotid artery on his neck in a playful yet threatening manner.

"Can you die?"

"Die before Mengmeng, so that Mengmeng won't be afraid of dying alone."

The stinging sensation in my neck became more pronounced.

“If you want someone to die, you haven’t stabbed deep enough; you need to use more force,” he replied casually.

After the stinging pain, there was a slight itch, and the cold sensation went into the wound, making one more alert.

The white-haired girl lay on his back, her eyes devoid of light. She tilted her head and looked at the shallow, thin wound on Bai Weiran's neck. An icicle moved against the wound, its tip gradually melting into water droplets from her body heat, becoming less sharp. But she never plunged it into the bulging, steadily beating artery.

A few seconds later, they cheerfully threw away the icicle, which shattered into several pieces on the ground they had just walked on.

"Hey, my hands are freezing cold."

A yandere will always be a yandere.

"Bai Weiran." This time she whispered in his ear.

"Ok?"

"Actually, I don't care about other people, and I don't want to be cured. All I need is to be able to touch you."

Mengmeng wore a pink woolen hat, and her white hair had grown long, flowing down from Bai Weiran's left chest, with the tips of the hair swaying gently at her heart, like a knife hanging over it.

Bai Weiran didn't answer, but instead used his hands to gently lift her up so that she could lean against him more comfortably.

"Bai Weiran," she called him again.

"Ok?"

"Tell me secretly, what does it feel like to do lewd things?"

"…………"

"Bai Weiran, why aren't you saying anything? I promise I won't tell anyone, tell me!"

"To indulge in lewdness in broad daylight is not a good thing."

"Oh, then I'll ask you again tonight."

"…………"

Mengmeng went from being completely resistant to this kind of thing to being curious, but compared to Qin Ning, Mengmeng was still naive. She would even actively avoid talking about this kind of knowledge in her daily life, and all her curiosity and knowledge were focused on Bai Weiran.

Bai Weiran doesn't dislike people's thirst for knowledge, but he focuses all his curiosity on himself, even asking what kind of movies he likes to watch—he'd rather Mengmeng go back to the closet to eat potato chips, even if it would make him clean all day and be on the verge of a breakdown.

They arrived at the bus stop, where the bus was about to depart, but then an unexpected incident occurred.

A thin, small orange cat was curled up in a ball under a bench at the bus stop.

It looks like it's less than two months old.

It is very rare for kittens to be born in winter.

Hearing the voices of people talking, the little orange cat, which had been curled up in a ball, suddenly opened its eyes and walked towards the two people while meowing. When Mengmeng squatted down, the cat put its two little paws on Mengmeng's wool coat. Feeling the warmth, it tried to climb up, meowing louder and louder as it climbed.

Bai Weiran and Mengmeng remained silent, simply watching the little orange cat.

The little orange cat climbed a couple of times, but it was hungry and tired, so it fell down, rolled twice on the ground, and then ran back to the same spot to continue climbing. Mengmeng never reached out to help it up.

When it was about to fall a second time, Bai Weiran caught it in his arms.

The kitten was held in a warm hand, whimpering softly, curling up, and restlessly peeking out.

"Didn't you want to get a cat?" Bai Weiran asked Mengmeng.

Mengmeng once raised an orange cat, but it froze to death in a heavy winter rain.

Mengmeng blinked her bright red eyes, which were clear and bright, and stared directly at Bai Weiran.

"...But it doesn't matter whether we raise them or not now."

The yandere girl has no extra love or compassion.

Mengmeng's behavior so far has exceeded the level of a normal yandere.

But Mengmeng will not become a gentle girl overflowing with love because of this.

Her capacity for gentle empathy is limited; once it's focused on one thing, it diminishes in other areas.

She showed an unusually cold indifference to the little orange cat's miserable condition.

Bai Weiran could understand her state of mind.

"But having a cat is nice too," he said, holding the little orange cat in his arms. The little orange cat purred and snuggled closer to him.

"I'll move to a place where I can keep cats after the New Year!"

Although it's not easy to find, it's always worth trying and spending a little money.

The yandere girl tilted her head, puzzled.

"...Why? Do you like cats, Bai Weiran?"

Bai Weiran was indifferent to cats; he only missed the memory that had been cruelly erased by the yandere girl herself.

They are not only cruel and ruthless to others, but also to themselves.

Sometimes I like someone, and sometimes I suddenly stop liking them; I can sever ties with someone in a strangely fast way.

He can understand that feeling very well.

but--

"Have more things to love, and simple liking after getting to know each other is also very good."

The more things that can warm people's hearts, the better.

Bai Weiran held the kitten, feeling a small, warm bundle in his hands. Although it was still dirty, he used his sleeve to wipe the kitten's head, which was wet with snow, and gently kissed the kitten's head.

Mengmeng snatched the kitten away, and the kitten cried out in fright.

"Are you there? Bai Weiran, why are you kissing the cat!?"

"Why didn't you save it to kiss me?!"

Even the cat is jealous, she really is a yandere, Bai Weiran chuckled.

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Today's update, brothers!

It's a heartwarming story about Wei Ran and Meng Meng (*￣?￣*)

Chapter 47 The Kissing at the Annual Party Evening (4K)

Bai Weiran brought the cat home and gained a new, profound, and correct understanding of something.

—Yandere girls are different from ordinary girls.

Most young girls feel an overwhelming surge of affection when they see a kitten, and they will hold it in their arms and pamper it.

The little orange cat was pitiful and miserable, ostracized by Qin Ning and Mengmeng. They had no feelings for the kitten and didn't want to see Bai Weiran take care of it personally—even if the cat was a male.

If you have the time and energy to take care of cats, why don't you take care of me?

The cat disappeared while Bai Weiran was taking a shower that night.

Only two smug, yandere girls remain.

Qin Ning called Da Suo over and, while Bai Weiran wasn't looking, took the cat back to her house.

"Don't worry, Brother Weiran, Aunt Chen will take good care of it. You're so busy with work, so don't bother."

Qin Ning chuckled, "But if you want to see a cat, you can come to my house. My house is very big, and the cat can learn to do backflips."

Bai Weiran: …………

Okay, at least they're not just throwing the cats out to fend for themselves in the freezing cold. For a yandere with no empathy, that's a huge improvement.

He planned to wait until he moved to a new house before gradually bringing the cat back.

Bai Weiran never imagined that his good intentions would cause so much harm to a chubby parrot.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—Help! Aunt Chen, help!!"

At Qin Ning's house, the chubby parrot, who was living a carefree life because the two sickly girls had run away, cried out for help in a trembling voice. The skinny orange cat, who was well-fed and had bright eyes, was hanging on the cage, stretching out its little paws to reach through the gap in the cage and trying its best to take the parrot out.

Hearing the shouts, Aunt Chen hurriedly came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of goat milk for the kitten. When she saw the little orange kitten pawing at the cage, she sighed and quickly put down the goat milk to pick it up.

"We mustn't bully the parrot on Friday."

The name Friday was chosen by Bai Weiran.

For office workers, who doesn't like Fridays?

I named my cat this, and I'm happy to call it that every day.