Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She herself wasn't aware of this feeling, only thinking it was dislike, but the result was—

A group of girls whispered among themselves, adding fuel to the fire of their speculation.

"...That must be it, right?"

"Li Yue, I never expected Li Yue to actually..."

"My God, I couldn't tell at all before!"

Some people are wise after the event, and they murmur with delight.

"No, I've felt something was off for a while now. Why did she suddenly jump out and say that?"

The onlookers were thrilled with this unprecedentedly big juicy gossip. Nothing else mattered anymore. After being pranked all night, they forgot all about the pain in their butts and started chatting enthusiastically.

Romantic topics are an eternal and ever-popular topic of gossip among young girls.

Even after she returned to her dorm and the lights were turned off, a bunch of people were still gathered around Li Yue's bedside asking her questions.

"Li Yue, when did this happen?"

Li Yue covered most of her face with the blanket, leaving only her fox-like eyes peeking out, which darted around.

She appeared shy, but it was actually to hide the barely concealed giggles under the covers.

And you have to pretend to be nonchalant and retort.

"What? When? What are you talking about?!"

"Stop pretending, you're talking to your counselor!"

Li Yue hid under the covers in a second, her shoulders trembling from holding back her tears.

"I didn't, that's not true, don't talk nonsense!" A triple denial.

"If anyone dares to say that again, I'll beat her up! How could that be possible!?"

The girl said no, which meant yes. The girls from Class Qin who were surrounding her became even happier, whispering and chattering among themselves as they happily cut the melon.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, no one is going out, everyone is busy gossiping.

Nana, the pink-haired ghost, paced back and forth outside the dormitory, her face long and her voice weak and aggrieved.

"Come out and play~ Come out and play~ Hey, come out and play, okay~"

If no one wanders in, the campus mystery legend can't be activated!

Horror games where the player stands at the starting point from beginning to end?

Nana, I'm so lonely. I've lost my job and I'm about to cry myself to sleep in the bathroom.

Xx

Mengmeng hummed a song as she looked at a plate of minced meat and dumpling wrappers, pinching the edges of the dumplings with her slender little fingers as she put all sorts of oddly shaped fillings into them.

"It's me, Mengmeng~ making a midnight snack~~ making a midnight snack for Bai Weiran~~"

"Let's make a spicy snack dumpling first!"

"Make another cheese dumpling!"

"Hey, my favorite gummy bears should be included too!"

"You absolutely have to put the chocolate balls in!!"

"You absolutely have to squeeze out a little bit of the yellow lantern sauce!!"

Her childlike face had shed its innocence, and her features had become increasingly delicate and charming, with a touch of pink and white on the tip of her nose.

Mengmeng's fear of men has improved significantly.

But Mengmeng never let anyone except Bai Weiran know about this.

She maintained the same level of decorum in front of others as before.

She would only sneakily, when it was just the two of them left, to quickly kiss him, hug him, and grope him.

This clandestine act gave her an indescribable sense of subtle cunning and exhilaration.

A tortoise secretly speeding up on the track.

Mengmeng's pathological condition is manifested in a dependency relationship.

When she can't take things further with the person she likes, she'll wisely choose to compromise and just stay.

Therefore, she showed weakness to Xia Yanle and yielded to Qin Ning.

But when she gained further abilities and rights, this state of compromise crumbled silently.

A quiet tug-of-war began to stir within her.

It wasn't anyone pulling her along, but rather she pulling herself along.

A level of liking something helps maintain emotional stability.

It's like she's stuck in a state influenced by androphobia.

But as her fear of men improved and their relationship deepened, her condition gradually became unstable.

A morbidly obsessed girl will naturally want more of what she likes.

She liked this person—a mixture of attachment, infatuation, adoration, and love, a mad blend of complex emotions. These emotions, after being liberated from physical boundaries, were further expanded and corrupted, like black mud rising from the bottom of a pool.

She was making dumplings and humming a song, but the light in her red eyes gradually faded.

Just thinking about this person makes me so happy, my heart is filled with a sweet joy.

But this person also made her feel equally uncomfortable; there was poison in this candy.

This poison is fetal poison, a type of fetal poison that a sickly girl carries with her. It can be suppressed, but it cannot be cured.

I feel bad because he is good.

She thought about how he smiled at her in the morning, how he encouraged and praised her while she played games, saying that he was not as good as her, and how she insisted on being held by him while he worked and let her sleep in his arms.

The dumplings were thrown on the table. She suddenly lowered her head, clutched her chest and gasped for breath, closed her red eyes, and felt her heart startle rapidly.

There was a throbbing, unbearable feeling in my chest, a feeling that threatened to tear me apart.

She has been dreaming about that moment frequently lately.

On the rooftop, she held the potion, laughing and threatening him, while he waved his hand, making the potion disappear.

In that instant, she could feel that she had completely won him over.

Or perhaps she jumped from the building, and he caught her, his voice filled with barely concealed panic.

She had stolen all his attention.

Although she is living a good life now, she is gradually becoming unable to be satisfied with this good life.

He was so balanced, like a steady scale, and she, sitting on that scale, gradually began to change her mindset.

Isn't that strange?

But she really wanted to see it.

She wanted him to have a peaceful and tranquil life more than anyone else, and she would do everything in her power to stop anyone from disrupting it.

But I couldn't resist the urge to see more of him, and a strong possessive desire welled up inside me.

Even if it's not the good side.

She wanted to get more of him.

Ah! How despicable I am!

Mengmeng slammed her smooth forehead on the table and pressed her chest, trying to suppress the overwhelming discomfort and prevent the dark thoughts in her heart from surging out.

If she continues to let herself think like this, she'll go astray sooner or later—

I also wanted to break him.

I just want him to look at me, is that okay?

He hoped she would be a happy angel, Mengmeng.

She was willing, she wanted to, she was working hard, and she had always been working hard.

But she gradually felt more and more uncomfortable.

From the moment I kissed him, there was no turning back.

She herself didn't expect it.

It's so painful to like someone.

She thought she liked him enough, but she was wrong.

It turns out that liking someone deepens with time and interaction.

The feeling of being torn apart is increasingly pronounced because he is by my side, and I feel joy when he is not around.

The deeper the joy, the heavier the sorrow.

The girl was panting. Friday looked at her from the back of the sofa. The cat's pupils narrowed and its tail flicked gently.

He breathed softly for several minutes.

Until she raised her head again—that twisted, painful, and conflicted expression vanished.

She hummed a song as she continued making her dark dumplings.

Her small face was calm to the point of being somewhat strange.

When a flash of white light appeared in the living room, she paused, dropped the dumplings in her hand, and rushed straight towards the light.

"Welcome back! Bai Weiran, welcome back!"

"Look what I made for you! I made dumplings for you as a midnight snack!"

"It's filled with lots of amazing fillings, full of surprises!!"

She suddenly pounced on him, knocking him to the ground, and sat on his waist, jumping and shoving her flour-covered face against his, like a cat suddenly going berserk.

Then she suddenly stopped, the light in her big eyes disappeared, and her small nose pressed against the young man's face, gently circling his cheek.

Suddenly, she pounced on him, and when he tried to sit up, she pushed him back down.