Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

An Qin was taken aback and took a step back, but her face did not show the same wariness and hostility as Qin Ning's.

Instead, she smiled.

A shy, reserved smile.

It's the same as usual.

It was as if she had just done something a little embarrassing and been caught doing it.

Her eyes were clear and bright, staring straight at Qin Ning.

She could even smile, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Qin Ning was startled at first, and then her anger level rose even higher.

When she saw it on the spot, An Qin was surprisingly calm and even smiled.

"Brother Weiran doesn't need you to be nice to him."

Qin Ning repeated herself, her tone indifferent, her chin raised, exuding an imposing aura.

"He has me, I will treat him well."

Qin Ning and An Qin looked at each other, one smiling, the other angry.

The atmosphere was very strange, one like a warm spring day, the other like a bitter winter.

Faced with Qin Ning's swift and overbearing questioning, An Qin seemed like a prehistoric dinosaur with extremely slow reactions.

The two are in different styles.

Her gaze swept over Qin Ning's face, from her meticulously drawn cat-eyes to the elegant and dignified lips outlined by the rosewood lipstick, then down to her smooth, white, slender neck, delicate collarbone, and the full, soft bosom encased in a silver-gray dress.

The look in his eyes was so direct and blatant that it forced Qin Ning, who was already in a fierce mood, to take a step back.

It's like admiring an exhibit.

But her eyes lacked light, revealing a deep sadness.

Even Bai Weiran noticed something strange. He subconsciously reached out and put his hand on Qin Ning's shoulder, casually brushing her wavy long hair forward to cover a large area of ​​her snow-white skin.

"You're so beautiful, Miss Qin Ning." An Qin smiled, clasping her hands in front of her chest. Her hazel eyes sparkled, gleaming with an amber-like luster in the sunlight.

Every word spoken is praise.

Wholeheartedly, without a trace of impurity in her eyes, every word she spoke came from the heart.

"You are so beautiful."

Qin Ning was like a leopard about to pounce, caught off guard by a soft punch that left her dizzy and disoriented.

With his eyes wide open, he couldn't understand his opponent's intentions.

The tea-haired girl took a step forward, closing in on Qin Ning, and before Qin Ning could react, she grabbed her hand in her palm.

Anqin's hands were warm and soft. The two were close together, and Anqin could see her own reflection in her brown eyes.

The brief contact stirred a strange feeling in Qin Ning's heart.

She felt very conflicted at that moment.

He felt angry and annoyed, but then... he couldn't bring himself to be angry with An Qin.

From the very first day she met An Qin, she had a vague sense of something strange about her.

Anqin was as gentle as water, almost never had a temper, and would endure anything.

She accompanied Anqin as she painted, watching quietly from the side.

She became completely absorbed in the painting; every stroke of An Qin's brush seemed to draw her in.

That desolate atmosphere is conveyed to the heart through gentle strokes of the pen.

During this process, she had a very subtle feeling of being connected with Anqin.

It allows you to touch the longing in the softest part of her heart.

Trying hard to be kind to people, yet harboring no expectations of the world.

Anqin rarely speaks about her past and innermost thoughts, but these are all revealed in her paintings.

Once she realized this tenderness, she couldn't bring herself to be truly angry with An Qin.

Qin Ning had no doubt that if there was only one umbrella left in the world, and it was raining heavily, An Qin would give her the umbrella without hesitation.

"I like you, Miss Qin." An Qin held her hand with a smile, her fingertips soft.

An Qin's voice was soft, at a volume that only she and Qin Ning could hear.

"I want to be good to you too."

"I not only want to be nice to Mr. Bai, I also want to be nice to you."

Their eyes met, and Qin Ning's memory was instantly pulled back to a certain night.

Bai Weiran was not there that day.

She was happily opening the strawberry sparkling wine.

The wines in this world are incredibly delicious, especially fruit-based wines.

It's fragrant and sweet, and the alcohol content isn't high.

It tastes especially refreshing after being chilled.

Qin Ning loves drinking these sparkling wines.

But she didn't like drinking alone and always wanted Bai Weiran to accompany her.

She could tell that Bai Weiran didn't like drinking this kind of mellow wine, but he never refused.

Qin Ning was a little discouraged.

The feeling of two people genuinely liking something together is completely different from that of one person simply accompanying and tolerating it.

She also enjoyed Bai Weiran's company; she was happy, but she always felt something was missing.

But she couldn't force him to do what he liked.

Ultimately, they are two people, not one.

No one can live entirely according to the preferences of others.

Qin Ning had long understood this principle.

This was the first lesson Bai Weiran taught her.

But deep down, she still felt a little regretful.

It is regrettable that one cannot completely possess someone.

She knew she would eventually have this regret, but regret is also a kind of beauty.

Only by preserving and respecting this regret can we suppress the morbid possessiveness in our hearts.

Qin Ning then set her sights on An Qin.

An Qin was incapable of refusing people, so Qin Ning forcefully dragged her to drink with him.

They ostensibly wanted Anqin to experience the beauty of life more.

That night, it was Qin Ning who drank too much.

She lay on Anqin's bed, feeling limp and powerless, slumped in the soft cotton sheets, feeling as if the sheets were embracing her like clouds.

Feeling the bed beside her sink slightly, she opened her eyes a crack, her vision blurred and indistinct.

Seeing An Qin kneeling beside him, he bent down to look at her, his brown eyes full of concern.

An Qin knelt down beside her, and Qin Ning smelled a woody scent on her body, mixed with a faint fragrance of oil paint.

Anqin also reached out and gently massaged her temples.

The pressure was just right, making her feel as comfortable as a cat whose jaw had been pinched, letting out a soft whimper and curling up closer.

During the day, she was arrogant and domineering, scolding An Qin. But at night, she would soften her tone and become particularly reliant on this gentleness.

A person who will never refuse you no matter what —

This person gave her an endless sense of acceptance.

Moreover, she knew that Anqin could understand what she was saying and completely accept her.

Because Anqin also has a mental illness.

They both harbored a monster within them.

She is aggressive towards the outside world, while Anqin is internalized and attacks herself.

But the reason is the same: a pathological desire for something that remains unchanged.

She didn't know how she started speaking, but she leaned on An Qin and muttered complaints.

"...Well, I often think about killing Brother Weiran, but I know I can't."

"Because Wei Ran is the only one... Are you listening? An Qin, are you listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening."

"How dare you disobey me! You must listen carefully, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Miss Qin Ning, I will definitely listen to you."

Having received a response, Qin Ning grinned and continued speaking.

She spoke of Mengmeng with indignation.

"Do you know what? She kept her fear of men cured a secret from me, you big liar!"

The young lady pounded the bed with her little fists and pouted.

She was very angry at the time.

But then she thought about it again and realized she could completely understand why Mengmeng did it.

If I were Mengmeng, I definitely wouldn't say it.

She had to admit that Mengmeng was intelligent, and she was making progress quietly.