Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Behind the lenses, his brown eyes were strikingly bright.

“I don’t need those,” she said.

"I just hope to be good to you, Mr. Bai."

"I just hope you won't push me away and will let me stay by your side."

“I said, I want to be good to you, but I don’t expect you to be good to me in return—I just want you not to push me away.”

They were very close, and Anqin's voice was almost a whisper.

She wanted to be good to him.

It wasn't about taking anything, but about not being able to part with him.

He thought that those gathered around him were people who needed him and were constantly reaching out to him for things.

He was so used to it that he didn't notice.

But she knew.

Her voice trailed off.

She moved her hand, as if trying to pull him closer.

But when their eyes met, An Qin let go of the young man's hand, lowered her eyelashes, and reached out to smooth her collar.

"I'm sorry, please don't look so troubled."

In the darkness, An Qin's face became especially beautiful. Her thin lips were pursed, and though she was too pale and bloodless in the daytime, the darkness gave her a special, unique gentleness.

Her apology echoed in the lobby, gentle as a soft sob.

Because she understood this person, his predicament was clearly conveyed to her.

In the past, she didn't want to put others in such a difficult position.

Every time she sensed it, she would retreat far away.

I am a burden, a burden to others.

But this time she didn't want to let go—

Even though she knew he was in a difficult position, she apologized, but she didn't want to let it go.

This has never happened before.

An Qin, who is usually not quick-witted, became more insightful than ever in this moment.

“Mr. Bai, you can certainly use me,” the tea-haired girl said with a gentle smile, offering the young man another suggestion.

"It's fine if you just treat me as an object to be used."

Upon hearing this, Bai Weiran pursed his lips even tighter, speechless and choked with emotion.

Yandere, that's deadly.

Even the most delicate person can be fatal when they fall ill.

An Qin walked up another step and stood beside him, leaning close to his ear and whispering something softly.

"If you accept me, it means you need me; if you reject me, it means you pity me. Which do you choose?"

Chapter Thirty-Six: Anqin's Prime Minister to Qin (3K)

The soft, sweet voice of the tea-haired girl echoed in the church.

"If you accept me, it means you need me; if you reject me, it means you pity me. Which do you choose?"

Bai Weiran's eyes were blank for a few seconds.

It's like a robot whose CPU has burned out.

The girl moved closer, her brown eyes radiating a gentle light that seemed almost overwhelming.

They can't even lie.

Mr. Bai is really foolish.

Actually, lying is also acceptable.

If you lie to her, she will believe you.

It's okay even if you know he's lying—

As long as he's willing to tell the lie, that's fine.

An Qin lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes concealing the light in them.

When will he find out?

It's actually very simple—not difficult at all.

He could easily answer all the questions she asked him.

Just lie to her.

Even if the answer wasn't sincere, she didn't care.

Anyway, as long as he says it, she'll believe it's true.

As long as he says so.

As long as it's what he said—

The next second, An Qin's thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Because someone pressed a finger against her nose and pushed it upwards.

An Qin was stunned. Her gaze shifted from Bai Weiran's face to the stained glass in the atrium above. She stared in astonishment as she saw a crescent moon outside the stained glass.

The girl with brown hair was forced to assume a pig-nose pose with her head tilted back.

Bai Weiran's voice rang out.

"...Did you see that?"

An Qin was immediately bewildered, "...What did you see?"

"moon."

"………moon?"

"Is the moon beautiful?" Bai Weiran asked.

"...It looks pretty good."

Bai Weiran sighed again, "Don't you think the moon is prettier than people?"

"Look more at the moon and less at people. If you want to believe in something, don't believe in people, believe in the truth!"

His tone was sincere and earnest.

Anqin maintained her backward leaning posture.

She has a soft personality and can be easily swayed by a strong topic of conversation, making it difficult for her to keep her thoughts in check.

"...Faith, truth?"

“Yes, people in this world are all changeable, changing from one thing to another, even harder to control than amoebas. So I think people should believe in truth, such as the waxing and waning of the moon, the blooming and withering of flowers, and the four seasons.” Bai Weiran paused, his tone still calm.

"...You should ask the moon what you just said. The moon will neither reject you nor pity you."

Anqin blinked, her attention focused on the moon above.

The crescent moon cast a soft glow, and her attention was immediately drawn to the beautiful scenery.

"........."

"…………"

When Anqin finally came to her senses, she realized that she had regained her freedom at some point.

She was the only one left on the steps.

She turned her head around and realized that she was the only one left in the lobby.

Anqin stared blankly for a moment, then punched her head with her little fists, and suddenly realized what was going on.

Oh dear, Mr. Bai, he's run away. He's really fooling her!

In critical moments, he became even more eloquent.

What kind of living environment nurtures such a eloquent mouth?

An Qin stood there in thought. She smiled for a while, then put her hands behind her back and looked up at the moon.

She stood there for a while before slowly climbing the steps.

Xx

In the lounge on the second floor, Qin Ning was fast asleep, wrapped in a blanket, with the soft yellow light of the room casting a gentle glow on her face.

The door to the lounge opened, and someone walked in.

There wasn't a sound of footsteps; she was gentle, not wanting to wake the person in bed.

The person who came bent down and looked at Qin Ning on the bed.

The shadow fell on Qin Ning's face.

An Qin chuckled softly and sweetly.

She reached out her finger and gently, deliberately, brushed away a stray strand of hair from Qin Ning's cheek.

The black-haired girl seemed oblivious, simply turning to face the wall and going to sleep.

An Qin laughed, but afraid of making a sound, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands. She squatted down by the bed, propped her chin up, and kept her at the same height as the girl's face, staring intently at the back of the girl's head.

A spider sneaked in from somewhere.

A baby, about the size of a fist, crawled and crawled along the snow-white wall.

Eight legs, hairy, moving forward at top speed.