Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Of course, it's also fun to berate him.

However, this kind of physical pleasure is completely different from the mental enjoyment.

Finally, Qin Ning stood in front of the bound and immobile youth, the ruler pressed against his chin, her expression cold.

"I don't want to hit you."

"Because I hit you, I still got scolded by someone."

Although he is not here, his rules bind him.

And with the same face, she actually hit him—

"But who exactly are you, and why are you imitating him?"

The young man went from surprise to panic, his bewildered expression changing abruptly after a few seconds. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his expression even carried a hint of mischief and cunning, a completely different look from that of Bai Weiran.

"Isn't this better, Qin Ning?"

"I will spoil you completely, love you, agree to whatever you want to do, support you endlessly, and tolerate you. Don't you yearn for this kind of relationship from the bottom of your heart?"

Chapter Seventy-One: Qin Ning's Dream (Part Twelve)

The ruler stopped in mid-air.

The light in Qin Ning's eyes faded, and she remained silent for a long time.

Finally, a thin layer of water welled up in her eyes.

“That’s good—” Her voice was softer and gentler than ever before.

"It's like a dream," she laughed again.

"I never dreamed that Brother Weiran could say such things or look at me like that."

The young man smiled.

"Then why are you so serious? I can treat you better. What does it matter if it's true or false? You're like a detective, using a magnifying glass to find differences in life, getting stuck on trivialities and making yourself unhappy. Actually, it doesn't matter at all, does it? As long as you're happy in life, that's all that matters. You chose me, and you're happy—that's the right thing to do."

Nothing else matters.

A hint of ambiguity flashed in Qin Ning's eyes, but it was suppressed in an instant.

Under the young man's surprised gaze, she slowly shook her head and put down the ruler.

"The Qin Ning of the past would have agreed with you and appreciated what you said."

"As long as I'm happy, what's wrong with that? Humans want to be loved. If they can't be loved, they want to be respected. If they can't be respected, they want to be feared. In any case, they want to find some value in others."

"...But now I understand that I cannot find value in illusion."

"...?"

"When I try to find a perfect person in life to fit these qualities, I can't find one, so I'm unhappy. But even if this person appears in front of me, and he is perfect, meets my fantasies, or even exceeds them, I still won't be happy."

The young man exclaimed "Oh!"

"I can't accept the truth of the world, nor can I accept the falsehood of the world. I'm just lost in the gap between truth and falsehood, busy but restless, anxious but ineffective, and angry but not knowing why."

Qin Ning's eyes were still lifeless, but she spoke with an unusually calm demeanor.

It was as if those gunpowder-like emotions had been ground down, becoming as gentle as finely ground sand.

The young man gave a peculiar smile.

"I'm confused by what you're saying. You don't even want my kindness?"

Qin Ning smiled slightly, then suddenly reached out and pointed a finger at the young man's eyes. Her movements were so swift that it seemed she was about to poke his eye.

Then, it stopped just inches away.

“Brother Weiran would never look at me like that.”

"In fact, Brother Weiran has never looked at me with such deep affection, like he's in a romance movie."

His expression remained complicated.

Looking at her, there was a gentleness, a tolerance, a doting affection, and an indescribable darkness, a sense of guilt lashing at him.

"Brother Weiran feels guilty—"

Because I was always by his side, I could see things very clearly.

"Because we can't make any one of us the only one, we are guilty."

Qin Ning smiled beautifully.

"I'm so happy to see Weiran admitting his guilt like this."

She preferred the feeling of guilt to love.

Guilt on a highly responsible person is like a cross they carry on their back.

But he was carrying an inverted cross; he wasn't carrying the truth.

“If he suffers for others, I will be very unhappy, but if he suffers for me, especially this kind of mental suffering, I will be extremely happy. I would be willing to let him suffer for the rest of his life.”

"Just as Brother Weiran understands me, I can also understand Brother Weiran in turn."

Qin Ning shrugged.

"But I never want to say these things to the real Weiran brother—I think the same goes for everyone else."

"……Why?"

Qin Ning's lips curled into a strange, almost morbid arc.

"Because it's so interesting!"

"Hey, I've finally found a way to make him suffer. It's so simple."

I want to see his happy face, his surprised face, his painful face, and his deep, complex, and multifaceted nature.

I want to see everything about him.

The young man sitting in the chair raised an eyebrow that was uneven.

"You're deliberately picking on someone to bully—"

Qin Ning remained noncommittal, lazily retorting, "If someone isn't like that, what's the point of bullying them?"

Those who want as much as possible from the very beginning are greedy and boring; those who seek self-reconciliation, self-pity, and self-elevation are also meaningless. She wants this kind of stubborn prey.

Brother Weiran will never reconcile with himself.

He gave me freedom, I gave him shackles—

Qin Ning covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes darting around with a sensitive yet strangely maddening glint in them.

The young man sitting in front of her fell into deep thought for a few seconds.

Is this an illness, or a good thing?

He was sick but had no symptoms; he had bad intentions but did not do bad things.

It's okay, but you can't say it's good.

Oh, my foolish brother! Provoking others, elevating oneself, and then imprisoning oneself.

He felt a cold ruler pressing against his forehead. When he looked up, he saw that Qin Ning, who had been smiling smugly just moments before, had changed her expression. She was no longer the contradictory person she had been when she mentioned someone important to her—a person who was both calm and sweetly crazy, calculating yet innocent and naive.

She became cold, aloof, and dangerous.

So who exactly are you?

"Why did you fake this place? Why did you impersonate Brother Weiran?"

No sooner had Qin Ning finished questioning than she saw the young man shrug his shoulders, and the ropes binding him suddenly and mysteriously began to fall, like the greatest magician demonstrating his escape skills.

He stepped to the side, pressed his hand against the back of the chair, placed his right hand on his left chest, and bowed slightly.

"It's just a little game."

"I call this game..." The young man revealed a cunning and sly smile, like a fox.

"Remembrance of Things Past: The Perfect Lover Edition, isn't it great?"

Qin Ning returned his gaze with an extremely cold and hard look.

She doesn't like being fooled.

It's not enough for her to fool others; she's a hypocrite, like Qin Ning.

The young man took another step back, and although it was only one step, he instantly retreated to the wall five steps away.

He smiled mischievously.

"Saying it's fake is too heartbreaking. This is a parallel world calculated through simulation. Everyone you meet is a complete replica of your memories and past world memories. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they are the real people—you are truly getting together with your biological parents again."

"Finally, I'll leave you a little time to say goodbye to them in this space created by memories—I don't have many hobbies, I just like family-friendly stories."

The young man disappeared from the spot, while Qin Ning remained silent for a long time before throwing away the ruler and walking out of the dark room, climbing the steps.

She started walking and then ran, her skirt billowing as she pushed open the door to the second-floor reception room and hugged her astonished mother tightly.

"Mom, I've been missing you so much—"

Xx

Bai Shimo rubbed her hair and sat up abruptly in bed.

"woke up?."

Bai Shimo looked to the side and saw Bai Weiran sitting by the window, typing on a laptop. When he saw that she had woken up, he closed the laptop and told her to leave.

"Go back to your room to sleep when you wake up."

He was about to rest when Bai Shimo came to his room and knocked on the door, insisting on having a late-night heart-to-heart talk with her brother and sister.

He wouldn't listen, so his sister pleaded.

"Brother, you've changed. You weren't like this before. You forgot your sister for lust, your crimes are heinous, countless, your evil deeds are overflowing, your wickedness is beyond redemption, you deserve to die..."

Bai Weiran: …………