Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She can actually tell who among those who are kind to her is a truly good person.

But as I realized this, an even sadder problem arose.

A person who truly wants to be good to her will not help her in order to gain her favor.

But Anqin couldn't control herself and desperately wanted to repay the other party.

In the end, truly good people will leave her; they can't bear so much flattery, and they can't bear to see someone humbly groveling and begging for their mercy.

It was a very sad thing for her.

Because of the desire for recognition, people try desperately to be good to others, but the better they are to others, the less likely they are to retain the friends they truly like.

Anqin became a sieve, constantly filtering out the good people around her.

In the end, those who stayed by her side were all people who wanted to take advantage of her.

Like Cao Shuang, he would offer her a few scraps of concern, like a charity gesture.

Anqin never opened her heart to them.

She is gentle and kind, unlike Xia Yanle who uses rejection, indifference, and nihilism to confront the world.

In contrast, An Qin used an extremely ingratiating approach, laughing because of others' happiness, and working desperately to meet her and Qin Ning's requirements, trying to please and fit in with them.

She was acutely aware of her condition, but it was incurable.

She approaches everyone with extreme kindness, but forgoes the possibility of receiving anything in return, because she knows that demanding too much in return would burden others.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she gave up.

They put in their best efforts, but remained pessimistic about the outcome.

Bai Weiran sighed softly.

"So, you're constantly afraid now, afraid that all relationships will end."

For Anqin, the more beautiful things are, the faster they break.

Xx

The girl with brown hair lay in bed, covered with a blanket, tossing and turning.

After taking off her glasses, her eyes appeared even bigger, so beautiful that they were unforgettable at first sight.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then the soul reflected in Anqin's eyes must be extremely beautiful.

Her fingers glided lightly across the bedding, savoring the luxurious feel of the cotton fabric.

Thinking about tonight's conversation.

Actually, she doesn't remember the details very well.

Anqin is not good at rational analysis, and she quickly forgets what she has heard.

But she can remember a particular scene or fragment perfectly, or capture a feeling precisely.

She captured it precisely today.

Although he spoke gently and calmly, she sensed something unusual in his clear eyes.

It started because he mentioned his own affairs.

He didn't say who the person was, and his words clearly avoided mentioning the other person.

But she sensed that the person was unusual.

That person profoundly changed him, making him more rational so as not to hurt others again.

By analyzing each of my actions, I eventually became what I saw in myself.

An Qin turned over and lay on the bed. A faint, blurry image of a young man appeared before her eyes, gradually transforming into the boy she had imagined.

Much more melancholic and sharper than now, with longing hidden in his eyes.

She curiously reached out her hand, and the boy's figure vanished.

She pulled her hand back, and the young man's image reappeared in her mind.

"So, you're constantly afraid now, afraid that all relationships will end."

He said this with sadness in his eyes.

This sadness surprised her more than when he answered her question immediately.

His pity wasn't genuine; it was understanding.

Because he had felt that way before, even his words of comfort sounded bland.

The person who used to be so eloquent suddenly became speechless.

After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, but just sat quietly beside her.

Previously, Mr. Bai had only impressed and inspired her, and she wanted to see more of him.

Someone who is far away from me, from afar, and is very capable and kind.

At that moment, Anqin suddenly felt that they were the same.

it's wired.

She actually felt that this person was just like her.

An Qin pulled the blanket up with both hands, covering half of her face, leaving only her big eyes showing as she looked up in thought.

Chapter Eighteen: Qin Ning and An Qin

The morning sunlight streamed in through the balcony.

A slender arm stretched out from the dark blue bedding on the bed as it moved.

The dark blue sheets made her skin appear even whiter.

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she slowly opened her eyes. At first, she was confused, but then the scene before her gradually became clear.

The person in front of her was also asleep, holding her close, his head resting against her neck. He was half a head shorter than her, and she could see him when she looked down. There were faint shadows under his eyes, and his even breathing blew against her neck.

Qin Ning smiled, her rosy lips curving into a satisfied smile, and stared at him without moving.

I especially love moments like this.

I rarely see his sleeping face.

He was usually awake, gentle, rational, and at ease.

But the closer she got, the more intimate she became, the more she noticed the strangeness of this lucidity.

He seemed to be constantly on guard against something, so he remained alert.

Many nights, as she teetered on the edge of losing consciousness and being swept away by ecstasy, she would open her eyes in a hazy, confused state and always see his flushed face and the watchful look in his dark eyes.

Spy on her, observe her reaction.

Many times she wanted to look at him again and reach out to touch him.

—But none of them succeeded.

Because as soon as she has this thought, her body is enveloped in an even greater sweetness.

Actually, Brother Weiran has some tricks up his sleeve.

When he is calm, he plays with me and lets me do whatever I want.

But when he tried to get serious, those rules of the game were shattered. She was pressed deep into the blankets, making her cry uncontrollably, her body as limp as a piece of seaweed swaying with the waves.

She felt suffocated.

Qin Ning reached out and stroked her short black hair with her index finger, feeling the soft texture on her fingertip.

Her alluring cat-like eyes blinked, and she smiled silently.

I like this feeling of suffocation.

Because she liked him, she deliberately tried to flirt with him.

As Qin Ning thought about it, she wrapped her arms around her neck and slowly tightened them. The light in her clear black and white eyes was gone, replaced by a sweet smile. Under the covers, her white lace nightgown rolled up to the bottom of her thighs with her movements. Her slender white legs moved and wrapped tightly around her narrow waist.

Their bodies were intertwined, with no gap between them and no restraint in their strength. She didn't care at all whether it would make the other person uncomfortable in his sleep.

The breathing around his neck was steady, and the young man's sleeping expression was even more relaxed, with a gentler look between his brows.

Only by being this close can one understand subtle changes.

She smiled and kissed his forehead.

It was no longer him kissing her forehead; instead, she secretly kissed his forehead.

I discovered a new brother named Weiran.

[Unlocked: Sleeping Weiran Brother]

Brother Weiran, do you know?

You're very clingy when you're asleep, a bit like a little kid.

You don't want people to see this side of you, so you've been staying awake?

Xx

After washing up, Qin Ning arrived at the dining room, where a sumptuous breakfast was already laid out on the table.

Freshly baked croissants, sliced ​​in half and filled with avocado, cheese, and slow-cooked beef, are beautifully glistening on a plate.

Qin Ning did not sit down; instead, she turned her head to look in the other direction.

Anqin's bedroom extends from the other end of the corridor in the restaurant.

The door was usually closed, but today it was half open, and a faint smell of oil paint wafted out.

The door was half-open, swaying gently in the breeze.

Like a cat toy, it arouses a lot of curiosity.

Qin Ning then walked over.