Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She opened her closed eyes and found that he hadn't closed them; he was staring at her.

Use a spying approach to analyze her, to observe her reaction and expression.

Mengmeng suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

But this chill mixed with fear also made her feel exhilarated, even weak in the waist, and a surge of pleasure welled up in her heart.

Perhaps most people need privacy, but she doesn't, she doesn't need it—

I want all of you, and I can give you all of me.

Her heart raced, her breath grew thin, and finally she drifted into a semi-conscious state, collapsing limply in his arms, but her little hands still wouldn't let go, tightly gripping his collar.

Hey Bai Weiran, as long as you kiss me like this...

I feel like I could even kill the Demon King of the real world.

I won't let anyone who bullies you get away with it.

Even if you don't tell me, I will find out. I will find out myself and find those who bullied you.

No one paid it any attention, and on Friday it got bored and quietly slipped out of its cat bed.

It ran into the bedroom and saw a golden commemorative coin on the bedside table. Now it was no longer afraid, so it jumped onto the table and curiously played with the coin with its paws.

The person on the commemorative coin is sitting on a school bench, looking up and feeling the soft touch of deep blue petals falling on their face.

At this time of year, the campus is filled with falling blossoms.

Beautiful women and falling blossoms stir the heart and soul.

Xia Yanle opened her eyes and saw a dense cluster of flowers above her, the same color as her eyes, but her eyes were filled with confusion.

She was clearly the winner, thinking she would have the last laugh.

But why did she ultimately flee in defeat?

She deliberately left before he returned.

No matter how many excuses she made, she knew she was running away—

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Mengmeng faced the challenge head-on, forging ahead fearlessly, while Xia Jie became a cowardly turtle щ(?Д?щ)

Why is that?

Chapter Twenty-Three: Genius on the Left, Yandere on the Right (4K)

For a willful and reckless genius like Xia Yanle, escape is a very foreign word.

She's always been a winner in life, so why would a winner want to run away?

But this time she failed.

She thought she had won everything, and in the end she fled in disarray.

After returning home, she tossed and turned all night and wrote a forty-page self-criticism report.

Then she came to the conclusion that her logic was correct.

She was smarter than others, understood him better than others, and had seen more of his different sides.

She could pinpoint the problem precisely, and even steal the food first, pushing him down when he couldn't resist.

Here, it's all a win.

She's won so much she's numb.

She should stand at the finish line, beaming with pride.

Instead, she backed down.

Because she suddenly realized that she wasn't facing anyone else, but the person she had pushed down.

This person is beyond her control.

There is a kind of split in Xia Yanle's personality.

A yandere is someone who has completely lost their rationality, and whose actions are driven by their emotions and insane feelings.

Xia Yanle is a genius; she possesses a rational, scholarly mindset.

Throughout her life, reason has always prevailed over madness.

Even if she wanted to burn people alive, it was only a result of weighing the pros and cons.

She found it boring that things had come to this point.

She wanted to end it all before she let herself go mad.

She always kept her morbid emotions within the framework of rational thinking.

There is no trust between people.

She interacted with people with this kind of suspicion.

They only like situations where they win.

Actually, she felt rebellious when she pressed him down on that snow-white bed.

At that moment, she was filled with smug satisfaction, eager to win his pleasure. When she looked up, she found him looking at her. Because of their entanglement, their breathing was disordered and their body temperature was burning. But his eyes were particularly clear, looking at her deeply.

She felt a chill run down her spine for a moment.

There is a fear of being seen through.

Her laughter, anger, and scolding, once seen through, were all attempts to conceal her true feelings.

There are some people who, when facing someone they truly like, cannot express their feelings.

I kept saying I liked you, but that liking was frivolous.

It's as casual and easy as teasing something interesting or fun.

It was full of jokes and teasing as they bullied him.

I seduce you, you refuse, and I get so excited. I love it when you resist.

I get so excited when I tease you when you were little; I just can't resist loving you.

And now that I'm going to push you, you still can't refuse.

At the time, she just thought it was a fun thing.

But in the instant their eyes met, she suddenly realized her transgression—

[The fun has changed.]

And she was still pretending.

They use a cheerful exterior to mask their true feelings.

Her feelings for him gradually grew during their time together.

It surpassed the sum of all her understanding of interpersonal relationships.

For a split second, she considered running away.

No, we shouldn't let things continue like this.

But a rebellious thought arose in her mind—why should I escape? Who is being held down now?

So she threw that sense of unease to the back of her mind, stubbornly squeezed her legs together, and laughed as she lowered her waist.

Intelligent, crazy, reckless.

I'm the one who got you, I'm the one who won!

I, Xia Yanle, did not lose.

However, things gradually got out of control during the process.

She felt pain, but was also fascinated by the sensation and refused to leave.

For the first time, she experienced tormenting a man with a completely different physical structure.

As he gasped for breath, she deliberately tightened her grip, encircling him and launching a sweet, strangling attack on him with her body.

As her waist swayed, she knew something was wrong.

This shouldn't be the case.

This isn't how she imagined getting him.

He must have been helplessly pinned down by her.

But in the end, she became fascinated by his expressions and movements.

Her back was soaked with sweat, her thighs were tense, and her lips were sore from biting them.

Except for the occasional moment when she couldn't help but tilt her head back and stop moving, losing consciousness for a few seconds, she kept looking at him.

Look at his expression, look at his misty eyes, and use your body to deeply feel all his unconcealed reactions.

She gave up fun, self-entertainment, and self-awareness, valuing this person more than herself.

Because I like, I like, I like this person—

I like him so much that I want to put his feelings above my own.

This fondness eventually festered in my chest, turning into a feeling akin to melancholy.

I really want to tear this person apart, or keep him trapped in this situation and just watch his reactions.

Torture him with your body, and torture yourself in the process.

Until they were completely exhausted and unable to move.

Those who criticized him were just being wise after the event; she was trying to get back at him.

In fact, she panicked.

She never puts other people's feelings above her own.