Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Even though she had always been arrogant and thought she was the winner, when forced to face Mengmeng, Qin Ning still felt a strong sense of being unable to ignore her.

It's one thing for her to be proud and arrogant, but Mengmeng is constantly growing.

The little girl grows into an adult, just like a flower unfolding each day.

She had long, snow-white hair and eyes as clear as rubies; she was as exquisite and beautiful as a doll.

Mengmeng simply smiled, and she gave the doll a soul.

Thinking of this, Qin Ning pounded the bed with her little fists, her face flushed, and she had a fit of drunken madness.

"Aaaaaaah! How can she be so beautiful?! I'm so angry!!!"

"How can she get prettier and prettier? It's infuriating! She should just stay short forever!!"

An Qin was startled and clutched her chest for a few seconds.

Qin Ning squinted at her, sat up abruptly, and poked An Qin's chest with a finger.

"Tell me, don't you think she's pretty too?!"

Do you also think she's prettier than me?

Anqin smiled gently.

Even though she had no idea who Qin Ning was talking about and had never seen Mengmeng's face, An Qin answered Qin Ning decisively and without any rational analysis.

"Yes, Miss Qin is the most beautiful."

"You're not lying to me?!"

"I'm not lying to you."

"Do you swear to God?"

"I swear to God, if I am lying, may I never be able to paint again for the rest of my life!"

This oath was more deadly than a thunderbolt to a painter.

Qin Ning chuckled contentedly, lay back down, her face flushed, and chuckled softly on the bed for a while. She stretched her two slender legs into the air, but her smile suddenly vanished, and she snorted unhappily.

"What's wrong?" the tea-haired girl asked in a soft, gentle voice.

"Also, my feet aren't as pretty as hers," Qin Ning said in a low voice, as if she were telling a secret.

My feet aren't as pretty as that blue-eyed woman's.

But she would never admit it directly.

Admitting defeat means you've lost!

Qin Ning never mentioned it to anyone.

However, she said it naturally in front of An Qin.

Is it because Anqin feels like an outsider?

Or a deeper understanding—

Anqin reached out to brush away the tangled strands of hair on the sheets, smiling gently.

"Miss Qin is the most beautiful."

The tea-haired girl bent over, her head bowed, casting a shadow over Qin Ning.

"No matter who comes, I will say that Miss Qin is the most beautiful."

"Qin Ning is so good to me, and I want to always be good to Qin Ning too."

Qin Ning is so good to me, and I want to always be good to her too.

The words were still ringing in her ears when Qin Ning was pulled back to reality from her memories.

The sunlight gradually shifted away from Anqin's smiling face, and without the sun's concealment, her deep eyes, devoid of any glare, were clearly revealed behind her glasses.

The smiling face of the tea-haired girl before me overlapped with that of that night.

Anqin held her hand; it felt soft and smooth.

A knowing look and excitement flickered in his brown eyes.

Miss Qin Ning was truly adorable that night.

Let yourself feel a strong urge to protect her and to be good to her.

She wanted to be good to Mr. Bai, and also to Ms. Qin Ning.

She said she couldn't understand what this strong feeling in her heart was.

She simply wanted to be kind to others before.

Just like her feelings for her senior.

She simply felt sorry for this person and wanted to be kind to him.

Now, when I'm with them, it's not just about wanting to be kind to others; there's also a strong sense of additional identification.

Just looking at the two of them makes me happy.

"Please don't treat me as an enemy, Miss Qin Ning. I will always stand by your side."

She smiled slightly at Qin Ning, raising the corners of her lips.

This smile slowly dissipated the hostility on Qin Ning's face, replacing it with a hint of bewilderment, followed by a dazed expression.

She stared at An Qin as if bewitched.

But Qin Ning's eyes were not filled with chaos, but with clarity.

An Qin's tone was so sincere and genuine that the hostility and suspicion in her heart were suppressed in an instant.

Anqin hasn't changed.

From the very beginning until now.

Her expression was always the same.

Even though she said those words to Wei Ran in front of her.

But Anqin still looked at him with innocent eyes, completely trusting him.

"...What if I say no?" Qin Ning whispered.

"What if I said I don't need you to be nice to me?"

I don't need you to be nice to me, and I don't allow you to be nice to Brother Weiran either.

The girl with brown hair smiled, her smile radiant and dazzling in the sunlight.

"...It doesn't matter, I'll wait."

"I can wait until the day you believe in me."

"I will prove that I am different from others, and you can trust me."

"Until then, I will still try my best to be good to you."

Because Miss Qin is Mr. Bai's [work].

He likes you, so I like you too.

Besides the fact that you are good to me, my feelings for you have deepened because of your affection for me.

I've already said it, haven't I? I like not only creators, but also their works—

I went from liking the works to liking the creators.

Someone like me could never possibly dislike his work.

Therefore, Miss Qin Ning will never be my enemy, and I will always love you.

An Qin suddenly laughed, a smile that was both shy and mischievous. Before Qin Ning could realize the meaning behind the smile, An Qin reached out and pushed her hard.

The push caught Qin Ning off guard, causing her to stumble two steps and fall into Bai Weiran's arms behind her.

Bai Weiran was also taken aback by An Qin's actions, and in his astonishment, he turned around and hugged Qin Ning tightly.

But before they could even stand firmly, another layer of gravity rushed up from in front of them.

Bai Weiran: …………?

Qin Ning: ...! ! ! ?

That's it, I like you guys.

I want to be good to you all.

Yes, no one is my enemy.

An Qin smiled and spread her arms, encircling Qin Ning and placing her between herself and Bai Weiran. She then put her small hands on Bai Weiran's waist, hugging both of them at the same time.

Chapter Twenty-Four: An Qin Will Never Get Better

Three people are standing on the elegant, retro-style semi-elliptical balcony.

The young man on the far left looked utterly shocked.

This unprecedented event caused his dark pupils to tremble, and his brain's CPU to burn out.

Qin Ning, sandwiched in the middle, pressed tightly against the flat chest, her small hands unconsciously grabbing the wool coat of the silver-gray suit. Her soft, rounded chest was pressed against the young man's chest by the force behind her, squeezing and deforming it.

The familiar, clean scent was before me.

She was being hugged from behind.

A completely different feel from a man's body.

Anqin's body was soft, even softer than hers, and even when she hugged her, she didn't feel uncomfortable being restrained.

It's more like falling into a net woven from fine silk threads.

But she didn't create this web to make people feel bad.

I want to be good to you, to be good to you in every way possible.