Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Her joy vanished instantly, replaced by gloom and a dullness in her eyes.

"...Bai Weiran."

"What's that smell? What is this smell? Why does it smell like someone else?"

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The more you like someone, the more you turn to the dark side... (/□＼*)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Stances Quietly Changed

A barrage of questions left Bai Weiran completely bewildered.

He had long forgotten about the incident when he returned.

It was just an accidental cheek contact; he wouldn't make a fuss about it.

He subconsciously touched his face, then chuckled to himself, speechless.

"Yeah, I got punched by accident."

Come to think of it, Li Yue's attempt to hit him on the head failed, which led to this accident.

A small hand suddenly brushed away his hand that was touching his face; it was warm, soft, and smooth, sliding over his face inch by inch.

She still had flour on her hands, and when she smeared it on his face, she made his face dirty, covered in powder.

"...Did someone hit you?" Her voice became soft and eerie.

With a tilt of her head, her large eyes lost their luster, her white hair and red pupils made her look like a broken, exquisite doll.

She moved even closer, cupping his face in both hands, and pressed her entire body down onto him.

"Tell me, who is Bai Weiran?"

"...Tell Mengmeng! Who dared to hit you?"

"Hey, Mengmeng will fight back for you! I just sharpened the knife today, it's really sharp."

The emotions that I had just managed to suppress surged up again.

But good, she has now found someone she can deal with.

She could shift her focus and use that energy to deal with the people who were bullying him.

That way, she wouldn't keep thinking about him, wouldn't keep letting herself fall into a strange, out-of-control emotional state.

However, Bai Weiran's answer went against Mengmeng's wishes.

“It’s alright,” he said.

"I handled it well."

"I've already taught them a lesson."

Although he hit her first before being headbutted, that doesn't stop him from reversing the order of events.

He was used to handling things on his own, and he was very organized and didn't cause anyone any worry.

This habit is good for everyone, but it's extremely unfriendly to Mengmeng.

A profound sense of loss welled up within her.

She had never been there before, but now she suddenly appeared.

Before, all she wanted was to stay by his side and do everything she could to hold onto him.

And now she can stay by his side, legitimately and rightfully; she has a place here.

But he still treated her the same as before.

I want to create a place for myself next to you.

I want to do things for you that only I can do, but you don't give me that space—

I love your clear eyes, but I also loathe your clear expression.

I like that you can do everything well, but I also hate that you can do everything well and don't need me.

Her hands slowly slid down from his face until they grabbed his collar. Suddenly, she lowered her head and lunged forward, hitting his chest squarely, where he remained motionless.

Bai Weiran felt that her mood was a bit strange today.

"……What's wrong?"

Mengmeng was quiet for a few seconds, then shook her head.

He couldn't read minds, and he couldn't know everything, so he could only stay and let her rely on him.

Mengmeng was wearing a loose-fitting short-sleeved thin shirt.

his.

This garment is quite old; the fabric has thinned from many washes, and the curves are now faintly visible.

Looking down at her head, he could see her slender back, with her shoulder blades slightly protruding, giving her a delicate and fragile beauty, as if she were about to take flight.

Following her spine down her smooth, supple waistline, until she reached her hips, she lay sprawled on top of him.

Petite and delicate, yet so exquisite.

As her figure grew more voluptuous, Mengmeng's curves became increasingly full, but she always focused on her shortcomings instead of looking at other aspects.

He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Didn't you make me a midnight snack?" he asked her.

She gave a muffled "hmm".

“Just one more time,” she said.

"Let me hug you one more time."

He didn't say anything, but instead wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, his fingers and palms reaching over her slender waist, pressing the fabric against her body, pulling her into his embrace, closing the distance between them.

Just being hugged like that made her tremble. She looked up and stared at him with her big, red eyes.

They are both adorable and pitiful.

"...Does this feel better?"

She's feeling a little better, but she still feels it's not enough.

Hold me tighter.

He tightened his grip as instructed, and then she made another request.

Hold me tighter—

He tightened his grip again.

"Hold me tighter..."

“If this continues, you won’t be able to breathe,” he warned her.

Mengmeng blinked her large, hazy eyes, which were now dull and watery.

"...I want it to be like this, I want to be unable to breathe."

"Bai Weiran, I want you to suffocate me—"

He was taken aback, and then another voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Junior, I can't help it, you're making it hard for me to breathe—I know you've tried your best."

"But I can never meet your expectations, and I can never live up to your expectations."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I can't respond to you."

"I'm just an ordinary person, a very ordinary person."

After that, he remained cautious and maintained a normal demeanor.

Seeing that he didn't move, Mengmeng was immediately disappointed. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but she pretended to be nonchalant.

She wasn't sad; she could laugh and joke around as usual and get through it.

She wanted to tell him she was joking.

I don't want him to hug me so tightly.

Suddenly, someone tightened their grip around my waist.

The pressure was almost painful, and she suddenly gasped for breath.

This kind of pain would be unbearable for most people, but it was exhilarating for the sickly girl.

She sensed something unusual in this pain.

Although she didn't know why, her hand reached past his defenses, behind which was a person.

He kept that person hidden away, only showing her the good side.

Ignoring her difficulty breathing, she looked up at him. He was backlit, his eyes lowered, and without the clear light, his features were shrouded in shadow, making him strangely handsome.

She then looked up and kissed him.

Like a little bird begging for affection.

Even though she was having trouble breathing, she still tried her best to kiss him.

She would gladly risk her life to tell this person how she liked him.

Even if it would be criticized as abnormal.

There was no pause between their kisses, and whenever he thought of backing down, she forced him to go even further.

Kiss him with an attitude that doesn't allow him to back away.

Then he didn't back away.

On Friday, a cat in its cat bed saw two people kissing and stared wide-eyed.

Her slender body leaned forward, then uncontrollably leaned back.