Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"...You haven't found the answer to that question at all."

Anqin's tone was soft, like a gentle knife.

"You just learned to hide it away, and then you took all the good things out and gave them to others."

You are essentially no different from me.

I never expect anything in return from others.

Rational logical analysis is merely a way to restrain expectations.

Your solution is to empower yourself with the ability to solve all problems.

You read books, you study, you analyze logically, you use reason like a knife to dissect yourself and analyze the pros and cons.

It's as if you've absorbed all those vulnerabilities, pains, and weaknesses, without losing a single one.

Because I have walked that path myself, and from that blood I can create healing medicine, so that I can heal others.

That's why you said you understand me.

Suddenly, the tea-haired girl spread her arms and, before the young man could react, wrapped them around his waist and hugged him tightly.

I really want to be good to you.

Chapter Twenty-Two: He Doesn't Need You to Be Good to Him (4K)

The crowd waiting in front of the gallery witnessed a strange sight.

Directly above the gallery, the clouds parted to reveal the sun; the clear sky had suddenly been filled with dark clouds.

The golden rays of sunlight that shone down disappeared in the blink of an eye.

They looked up in surprise.

The sky is filled with rolling clouds, the black rain clouds are churning, and the waves are crashing on the shore before a violent storm.

Rain clouds gathered, the heavy layers of moisture mixing and influencing each other, causing large raindrops to detach from the clouds and threatening to pour down—

Then the large raindrops were frozen in mid-air and did not fall.

The crowd queuing below was completely bewildered.

"Holy crap, what kind of weather phenomenon is this?"

Everyone took out their phones, ready to take as many pictures as they wanted.

But the rain clouds didn't give them that chance; they dispersed instantly, and the sun shone brightly.

The group looked at each other, then put their phones away.

The next second, the rain clouds gathered again.

"...?"

Everyone took out their phones to take pictures.

The rain clouds dispersed again.

The crowd put their phones away again.

Rain clouds gathered again—

Everyone: ...God, what are you doing?!

Did someone suddenly confess their love to you and make you lose your mind, even messing up the celestial phenomena?!

In the end, not a single drop of rain fell.

No one took a single photo.

On the second floor of the gallery, a window in the dressing room was pushed open a crack, and a short-haired makeup artist's assistant looked out through the crack, muttering in confusion.

"...? This weather is really strange, it's both cloudy and sunny at the same time."

She pushed the window open even wider and gazed at the sky for a while until she was called out. She then hurriedly went over with her makeup case in hand.

Qin Ning sat in front of the mirror, which was surrounded by a ring of beauty lights. Under such high-intensity light, her small face was flawless and beautiful. She closed her eyes and let the makeup artist gently pat her face to set the makeup. She heard her assistant walk over briskly.

"Sister Yang, this weather is really strange, it's a once-in-a-century occurrence."

"...What do you mean by 'once in a century'?"

"It looked like it was going to rain just now, then suddenly the clouds parted and the sun came out, then the dark clouds gathered again, and it looked like it was going to rain, then the dark clouds parted again—"

"Isn't it just a change in weather? When the wind blows, the dark clouds drift over, and when the wind blows again, the dark clouds drift away. What's so strange about it? It's always like this this season; it rains whenever it wants."

The assistant pouted and retorted in an exaggerated tone.

"No, Sister Yang, if it were just that, would I be making such a fuss? It's just that what happened just now was like something out of a science fiction movie. You wouldn't believe it, the sky just parted with a whoosh and then suddenly closed up again. It was as magical as if someone was controlling it."

"I told you you watch too many sci-fi movies. Watch less sci-fi movies, or you'll keep dreaming."

The assistant was annoyed by the rebuttal but couldn't produce any evidence.

If only we had recorded it as evidence back then!

But her thoughts quickly shifted from anger to Qin Ning in the mirror.

They were so amazed they couldn't even take it all in.

Qin Ning wore a light silver-gray off-shoulder dress with a tulle skirt that reached below the knee. She exuded an elegant and composed demeanor, and the dress was adorned with sparkling embellishments. It hugged her exquisite and slender figure, but one would not want to describe her as a goddess of the starry sky. Qin Ning was down-to-earth, with the air of a noble lady, a flower of wealth and beauty in the world.

There were no large, dazzling gemstones; a simple rose gold chain adorned her neck.

Her long hair was styled into romantic waves, softly cascading down her back.

The romance softened her pride, making her more gentle.

The assistant stared intently, unable to resist whispering in her master's ear.

"Master, Miss Qin has such a beautiful neck, why don't you tie her hair up?"

Roll it up, and wear a more eye-catching earring or necklace, it will definitely look good.

Sister Yang remained silent, gave her a sidelong glance, and spoke slowly.

"Beauty alone cannot guarantee success."

"You know, although our goal is to make our customers beautiful, what we ultimately sell is service."

The assistant was completely bewildered, his eyes glazed over, when his mentor tapped him on the head.

Is it possible to tie it up?

So many fine red marks, like fallen petals, on the back of my neck and back.

The reason for the traces is obvious to those who know.

She had consulted Miss Qin privately beforehand.

Before changing clothes, ask her if she wants to use more concealer to cover it up, that way it won't be a problem.

Makeup artists are very skilled at this.

Qin Ning looked at her back in the mirror and was surprised.

"...Ugh, ugh, why are there so many?"

"When did this happen...hehe...Brother Weiran..."

The beautiful young girl's tone carried a faint hint of annoyance and complaint.

At the time, Sister Yang thought that this young lady would ask her to cover up all those marks.

Who would have thought that things would take such a dramatic turn in the next second—

"You can't cover it up!"

Qin Ning turned her head, covered her mouth with her small hand, and smiled brightly, shyly and sweetly. Even as an outsider, she could clearly feel the joy that came from her heart.

But suddenly the light in her cat-like black eyes disappeared, turning sinister, eerie, and frightening.

He held a finger to his cherry-red lips, one hand behind his back, tilted his head, stepped forward, and looked up at them—

"Hey, if you dare touch these, dare cover them up... but you can't let anyone else see them, if you let anyone else see these..."

As she finished speaking, her tone turned somber.

Instead of revealing what would happen, she suddenly smiled sweetly.

The unfinished sentence only fueled the reader's imagination.

Sister Yang still remembers that chilling feeling.

This arrogant young lady suddenly felt an extreme sense of madness.

This feeling of madness terrified her, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

Even touching those marks is unacceptable; if a dragon has a reverse scale, then that is her reverse scale.

She gazed at her apprentice, who was staring at her reflection in the mirror, drooling and with hearts in her eyes, surrounded by adorable little flowers.

Sister Yang shrugged and decided to remain silent.

In order to protect his foolish apprentice so that he could live longer.

The makeup artist used a lip pencil to outline the color of a wood rose and then applied a light layer to the girl's lips. The lip pencil moved and stopped, and as she looked at the girl with her eyes closed, Sister Yang couldn't help but stare in a daze.

People's appearances and bone structures vary greatly, but those with good proportions can be called beauties.

After seeing so many, I've grown tired of it and am no longer surprised by good-looking people.

But this time it was different. Whether it was Qin Ning, An Qin who had already left, or even the young man who stayed by their side the whole time but said very little.

They all have a very eye-catching charisma.

Profound, and chilling upon closer inspection.

Each one was like a flower blooming from blood, carrying the fragrance of fresh blood.

Qin Ning's eyelids trembled slightly, her eyes barely opening to a slit, before she slowly opened them again, meeting Qin Ning's gaze.

Sister Yang immediately snapped out of her daze and realized that she had been lost in thought while looking at the customer. Her heart sank, but she was experienced and did not panic. She simply returned a professional and polite smile.