Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"...It's been over for a long time."

"I don't believe it. The way you look at her is suspicious... You must still like her!"

"Say whatever you want, it's your mouth."

"Oh, so stubborn... I'm going to punish you..."

A few seconds passed in silence, broken only by the sound of disordered breathing.

Unbeknownst to him, Mingguang was pressed against the door panel, listening intently, his face as red as a ripe tomato.

"You just like to deny it, you're afraid to admit it... You're so stubborn!"

“I will admit it,” he said softly.

"You never said you liked me back then!" Xia Yanle's tone suddenly became arrogant, even a bit unreasonable.

"I told you."

"I admit I like you."

"You said you liked me, but you didn't take my advances... Do you even want some fried dough sticks?!"

"...Making a scene, huh?"

"I didn't make a fuss, I didn't make a fuss," Xia Yanle said with a grin.

Mingguang heard Bai Weiran gasp, and his tone suddenly turned serious.

"...Stop fooling around."

Xia Yanle laughed again, but her laughter stopped abruptly, followed by another series of disordered breathing sounds. No one spoke.

Xia Yanle's breathing became rapid, but after a faint, altered sob, it gradually slowed down again.

"...I only keep those I like by my side."

There was a moment of silence after those words were spoken.

"Mr. Weiran, you really know how to coax me, saying such heartfelt things."

Xia Yanle's tone was no longer the playful mix of panting and laughter, but had softened, carrying a coquettish charm.

Mingguang had never heard Xia Yanle speak in such a tone before.

A clever, rational, and fun-loving person sets aside all their calculations and scheming, revealing their soft, genuine heart.

"I've always disliked children."

"With my stubborn and gloomy personality, the children I have will definitely be as annoying as rotten mushrooms in the dark forest... Hehe, that's why I hate children and have never wanted them."

"But what do we do now? I've changed my mind."

"...I want a child like you."

"Eyes like yours, nose like yours, mouth like yours, and then, just like you, has this annoying personality."

"...Hehe, if it were me, I would definitely strangle that child. So... to protect an innocent life, Mr. Weiran, could you try harder to make your genes dominant? Hmm?"

When the last note falls off-key, it becomes long, delicate, and very captivating.

The quiet period lasted longer.

There were only gasps and suppressed groans, interspersed with repeated words.

"I like... I like you, I like..."

The confession contained a hint of smugness and a warning.

Xia Yanle wasn't just speaking to the person in front of her, but also to Mingguang outside.

Every "I like it" was accompanied by an uncontrollable upward shift in pitch and a soft pant.

Mingguang stared wide-eyed outside, forced to accept this more advanced and shocking lesson.

Mingguang froze on the spot, his whole body and cheeks burning as the images that appeared in his mind from the surround sound, and his heart trembling.

She couldn't explain why, but she felt that those two words contained a lot of complex meaning.

Yuan Jixi did the splits in mid-air again as she came across the balcony and pushed open the balcony door.

"Hello, Miss Mingguang, Miss Qin Ning instructed me to come and ask where Mr. Bai is."

“Miss Mingguang followed Mr. Bai out, and you've returned, but you haven't seen Mr. Bai…”

Yuan Jixi was sent to ask questions. As she was walking into the house, Mingguang suddenly rushed up with a fierce look in his eyes.

Yuan Jixi: …………?

Mingguang: We absolutely cannot let her get close to the room, or she will hear us.

Yuan Jixi, confused, instinctively retaliated, and the two immediately began to fight.

During the time Mingguang was subdued, he also learned and improved from Yuan Jixi. The two became inseparable. Yuan Jixi had been working as a bodyguard for a long time, but his job was not exciting at all. After Mingguang was forgiven, it became even more boring. Now that Mingguang came to his door looking for a fight, Yuan Jixi immediately became interested and started fighting with Mingguang.

The two fought fiercely in the living room.

The bedroom was also dark. Xia Yanle leaned on the shoulder of the person in front of her, her back against the wall covered with photos. She opened her hazy eyes and looked out, and all she could see was his image.

But she didn't like photos; photos were cold.

He was warm and gentle, someone she could hold in her arms, someone she could scold, someone she could comfort, someone she could do many things to make them both happy.

She felt a blissful happiness, as if she were dying, as if she were hiding him inside her body.

Although she really wanted to kill him, steal him, imprison him, and shred him.

But if that were the case, he wouldn't be the person he is now.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered her words in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"More than just liking."

"...Mr. Weiran, I love you..."

Bai Weiran turned his head and gently kissed the corner of her eye.

The kiss was gentle, but the rest of her body was heavy. The blue-eyed mature woman couldn't help but tilt her head back, arch her back, and tears fell.

Her capricious tantrums concealed her true feelings, and her morbid possessiveness concealed her coquettish charm.

"Who could not love you?" Bai Weiran replied softly.

Xia Yanle couldn't help but laugh when she heard his response.

Only he would say something like that.

They cherish and pamper themselves like a treasure.

My body had just calmed down when these words triggered another wave of fever, making my head feel dizzy and insatiable, like I'd been sucking catnip.

She crossed her legs tightly, leaned against his shoulder, gazed at him with misty blue eyes, and bit the hem of her skirt in her mouth.

Her upper body was dressed neatly and dignifiedly, but when her gaze shifted downwards, it made one's blood boil.

“…I love you…I want more.” She mumbled, pleading softly.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: What's wrong with using some medicine?

"...You want to repay me?" Mu Nanfeng looked at Sim, who was kneeling on the sofa with a serious expression, in surprise.

"Yes, it is Emma's family rule that one must repay kindness received."

"Please tell me your wish, and I will do everything in my power to make it happen for you."

Mu Nanfeng exclaimed "Oh ho!" as he tore open the yogurt lid, glancing down as he did so.

"Wow, Sim, look! I tore open the yogurt lid, and there wasn't a single drop of yogurt on it!"

She held up the lid for Sim to see, but the girl ignored her and just stared at her seriously.

Mu Nanfeng had no choice but to take the yogurt back herself, insert a straw, and drink half of it in one go. She leaned against the table and looked around the house.

"Or, could you conjure up some paper for me?"

"I've run out of Qiufeng toilet paper at home, so I need to go and get some more."

Sim squinted, his face serious, and spoke with conviction.

"Miss Mu, you are insulting my abilities."

Mu Nanfeng had no choice but to change direction.

She picked up her phone, tapped a few times, and turned the screen toward Sim.

"Then I want—this machine."

There are only sixteen of these in the world right now, and I've always wanted one.

“...You are insulting my abilities, Miss Mu.”

"...Then what can you do for me?"

“I’m good at brewing potions.” Sim stretched out his right hand, fingers pointing upwards.

"Disrupt minds, brew glory, the potion creeps into the veins, making people bow down at your feet, obeying your every command—"

Mu Nanfeng looked at Sim's suddenly tightened fingers: …………

What kind of villainous character?

"Sim, I don't know what your world is like, but we uphold the rule of law here." Mu Nanfeng said, both amused and exasperated.

Over the days they spent together, Mu Nanfeng gradually let go of his doubts and came to believe that Sim came from another world.

Her logic was simple: since she couldn't find any evidence that the other person was lying, she believed that what the other person was saying was true.

"Don't worry!" Sim said confidently.

"According to my grandmother, each world operates under different rules. In this world, there are no witches, no magic, and elves are very weak. Only potions made by witches can have the effects of magic potions. If an ordinary person makes them, nothing will happen, so don't worry."

"Although the development of magic in this world is very backward, I have checked and there are many alternative materials. Basic potions can still be made, and with my abilities, I can make them exert advanced or special effects."

"I promise I won't be discovered."