Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Weiran discovered another characteristic of Mingguang.

Mingguang had a very indifferent attitude towards material life, not because he had experienced the world's temptations and thus became indifferent.

Rather, she didn't really want much in the first place.

Although she had been mistreated by her family in the past, she never harbored a vengeful mentality—"You mistreated me, and one day I will make you pay double and take away everything you have now."

Even though she now owns the house, she still chooses to sleep in that closet.

She really has been quite slow-witted since she was little.

Bai Weiran pondered to himself.

I was wrong to say that she smelled of tea.

Mingguang isn't tea; she's a fool.

As a dancer, she can make her body move gracefully and learn all the means to attract attention. She has learned the postures of the female protagonists in stage plays, whether they are charming, innocent or alluring, and they are praised by the audience. She can be seen from a distance and feel that she has a thousand faces and is alluring and graceful.

Upon closer inspection, without the filter of portraying a thousand faces, she is still the innocent and naive Mingguang.

Undeterred and fearless, the brave are without fear.

Xia Yanle knows too much, and it's impossible to easily convince her by exceeding her knowledge base.

Mingguang is completely single-minded. She knows she doesn't know much, but she doesn't care what you think.

Two extreme and difficult situations.

As a child, Bai Weiran disliked her for being silly, but now that they've reunited as adults, he finds he can't bring himself to dislike her anymore.

When you've weathered many storms and been through the harsh realities of society, you discover that there are still people who, just like in the beginning, want to be kind to you.

Even though her methods were questionable, he still felt her kindness.

Bai Weiran felt that he was probably not normal either.

He developed a sense of comfort during those few days in the small, dark room.

Despite being deprived of personal freedom and cut off from outside contact, he was still forced to spend all his time with his monitor.

Yet, he found himself inexplicably calm in this unfamiliar environment where he lacked a sense of the passage of time.

They took turns cooking. Mingguang cooked Western food, while he cooked Chinese food. While he read, Mingguang practiced. After Mingguang finished practicing, he would pester him to play games.

They played many games, as simple as childhood games like hopscotch, where children would play "Red Light, Green Light."

So complex that he personally handcrafted simple board game cards.

Although the map was very basic, and every character was depicted as a stick figure with a beautiful face (because it was hand-drawn by Bai Weiran), the rules were rigorous, the classes were balanced, the factions were clearly defined, and the core gameplay cycle was excellent. They played it all night.

People who love games can create games in any environment.

It felt like a real vacation.

If there were no projects and no one waiting for him, he might want to stay longer.

But he had to act—

Xx

Mingguang is stretching on the yoga mat.

The sound of running water in the bathroom was loud and clear.

The sound of water suddenly stopped, and Mingguang paused, immediately getting up and running to the bathroom.

"...What's wrong, Xiaoran? Did you call me?"

The door opened a crack, revealing half of Bai Weiran's face. Her hair was damp and clung to her face as she smiled shyly.

"I left the towel there and didn't take it down. Could you come upstairs and get it for me?"

Mingguang said "Oh," and ran upstairs with a thud, finding a neatly folded towel on the bed.

At the same time, she noticed the neatly packed clothes in the open suitcase.

Mingguang hugged the towel to his chest, then squatted down and pulled out the dark blue undergarments from the side of the stack of clothes.

Pinch the edge with two fingers, unfold it in front of you, and stare at it with curious eyes.

"...Wow, it's much bigger than the ones Xiaoran used to hang out to dry on the riverbank in the middle of the night."

She said this without any embarrassment, her face showing complete composure.

Mingguang is a dancer, and the basic requirement for a dancer is to show off their figure to the audience.

In this environment, Mingguang developed an aesthetic appreciation for the human body as if it were a commodity, seeing it no different from an auction vase.

She pressed close to Bai Weiran, clinging to him, imprisoning him, but no matter how close their bodies were, she didn't feel any deep desire.

At this moment, she clutched her undergarments, a strange feeling suddenly stirring within her.

A tiny insect crawled onto my heart, gently nibbling at the childlike, innocent protection that shone through my eyes.

She paused for a few seconds, stuffed the undergarment back in its place, and then went downstairs with the towel.

"Xiao Ran, here's your towel!"

As she spoke, the door opened a crack, and just as she slipped the towel through the crack, her hand and the towel were grabbed at the same time.

—Then I was dragged inside.

Startled, she opened her eyes wide, forgetting to use her superior fighting skills, and pressed her back against the bathroom wall.

The water had just been turned off, and the steam was thick and hazy, filling the room with the refreshing scent of shower gel.

Bai Weiran had already put on his pants, his upper body was bare, and his wet hair was pulled back, revealing his superior bone structure. In the steamy heat, his figure was somewhat blurred.

He smiled slightly and met Mingguang's gaze.

Bai Weiran doesn't think he's handsome, but he's aware of how good-looking he is under certain circumstances.

"...Thank you, Hikaru."

As he spoke, he took the towel away, casually hung it around his neck, and turned to face the mirror.

"What are you surprised about? Are you looking at me without a shirt?" He met Mingguang's wide-eyed astonishment in the mirror.

Bai Weiran, on the other hand, remained unhurried.

"We're not children anymore."

"You used to say you wanted to be with me when you were little."

"Do you think that when we grow up and get together, it'll still be like playing house, just living in the same house and drinking tea and eating together?"

He turned around and cornered her against the wall. There was no actual physical contact between them. One looked up, and the other looked down. Their eyes met, creating an atmosphere of ambiguity.

Mingguang was flustered and didn't know what to do.

Xiao Ran only ever ran away and distanced herself, only ever distanced herself and politely refused, only ever reasoned with people.

Suddenly he changed again. She knew he was most likely lying to her again, but her heart was racing faster than ever before.

Xiao Ran is a little mischievous, but she likes it a lot; it's a side of her she didn't know.

"Xiao Ran...I..."

Bai Weiran shushed him.

"Xiao Guang, even the princess knows to close her eyes and wait for the prince at this time."

She closed her eyes.

Bai Weiran pulled out a handkerchief he had hidden and covered her mouth and nose. He saw her heterochromatic eyes widen suddenly, then quickly lose their clarity, close her eyes, and collapse. He quickly held her in his arms to prevent her from falling to the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief; it really worked.

He found the doll that resembled him and tried several times before he was able to get the liquid out of it.

Choose the bathroom as your target, because the scent of shower gel and shampoo can mask any unusual smell.

Even someone as perceptive as Mingguang would find it difficult to detect in such an environment.

"I'm sorry, but I have reasons for having to leave."

Someone is waiting for him to pick her up; if he doesn't go, she'll go crazy with anger.

He placed Mingguang on the sofa, covered her with a light blanket, put on his shirt, gathered all his necessary personal belongings, abandoned his suitcase, and opened the door.

Chapter Four: Escape Failed (3K)

The wind from the mountains blew in through the wide-open door, ruffling the girl's blonde hair.

Strands of golden hair brushed against her cheeks.

She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up abruptly.

Mingguang placed the blanket beside him, stretched, and yawned. He wasn't panicked; instead, he was as lazy as a leopard ready to pounce, yet full of powerful energy.

She quickly determined the result using her biological clock—thirty minutes.

Actually, the effects of that sedative spray don't last long.

Although the drug was very effective, it did not last long, so she always gave him the correct dosage while he was asleep.

She moved lightly through the house, opening every door, checking the condition of each room, and finally returned to the open door, talking to herself.

"Xiao Ran just ran away like that—"

"Oh dear! That won't do, it's very dangerous in the mountains at night."

"I'm going to bring Xiaoran back."

She put on her coat, zipped it up, bit her hair tie, and easily tied her blonde hair into a long ponytail.

Finally, she retrieved a baseball bat from the shoe cabinet by the door, pushed open the door, and disappeared into the night.

Nearly twenty minutes after she left, the closet door in the living room suddenly moved.

Bai Weiran emerged.

It's so narrow.

How did she manage to sleep in this cramped space every day without developing claustrophobia?