In the narrow kitchen aisle, two people squeezed in.
During this sumr night, anything that touched would heat up, let alone two bodies.
Fang Zhou felt a wave of heat coming from where their bodies touched, almost knocking him out.
“Let through.”
He tried to move his feet, but Qin Yun stood there, motionless, like a fragile glass doll that would shatter at any movent, making him afraid to move recklessly.
He could only tilt his head back and reach out to push her head away.
“Heh...”
Qin Yun chuckled softly, breaking free from his hand. The fingers on his arm began to tap lightly, like playing a piano.
“What if I don’t let you?”
Her eyes were phoenix-shaped, with slightly upturned corners, now resembling a fox’s, capable of captivating anyone in the dim light.
Ripples of water seed to speak, pulling people into her eyes.
Qin Yun looked like a luxurious and dazzling porcelain piece, attracting people to flock to her.
“Are you that afraid of ?”
“I... am not.”
Fang Zhou’s voice turned hoarse, his mind becoming even more muddled, like wrapped in fog, making it hard to think.
He could only stare at Qin Yun, this earthly flower blooming as if solely to attract him.
“Really not? Let hear what your heart says.”
Qin Yun continued to get closer, her rosy lips almost touching his chest. A fragrance from her hair spread, making him subconsciously lower his guard.
Looking at the alluring woman in front of him, Fang Zhou admitted, his heart did flutter.
The pleasant mories of their past together also attacked him, trying to make him lose his mind.
However, a scene flashed in his mind: a frail, pale girl tied to a chair, eyes closed and unconscious, like a bound butterfly.
A curly-haired woman in a white coat stood in front of her, holding a sharp scalpel, comparing it to the girl’s face while muttering, “Which part seduced Fang Zhou? Where should I start?”
Her tone was gentle, but her hand movents were not hesitant at all.
A flood of fear surged in Fang Zhou’s heart, drowning any romantic thoughts.
Just as Qin Yun was about to touch him, he tily stepped back, distancing himself from her.
“Please respect yourself.”
Fang Zhou’s eyes instantly cleared, the ambiguous atmosphere shattered by his words, as if their closeness just now was an illusion.
The person who was within reach suddenly beca distant. Qin Yun’s face froze but quickly recovered, giving him a slightly reproachful look.
Then she leisurely said, “You didn’t say that when you called Ah Yun back then.”
Indeed, when they were together, Fang Zhou used to call her that.
When two people are in love, they can say all sorts of sweet nothings, but tis have changed.
“You know that was back then.”
Fang Zhou held his cup, the cool touch calming him significantly, his eyes clear, unlike a mont ago.
Qin Yun felt a bit disappointed but suppressed her dark thoughts, taking two steps back, leaving the corner so he could pass.
Fang Zhou quickly walked past, preparing to go upstairs through the hall, but suddenly heard Qin Yun call him.
“Are you still mad at ? I didn’t an to.”
Her voice carried unmistakable guilt.
Fang Zhou looked back at her. Qin Yun stood in the darkness, with only her hair illuminated by the kitchen wall lamp.
The scene that cald him earlier reappeared in his mind.
The fragile girl with closed eyes, and Qin Yun standing in front of her with a knife, expressionless, like a butcher looking at a pig in a slaughterhouse.
If he hadn’t arrived in ti back then, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
That girl was his sister, who was still in high school and didn’t often go out, so Qin Yun didn’t know about her.
Whenever he visited his sister, he would pat her head or hold her hand, which led to Qin Yun’s misunderstanding.
Qin Yun thought he liked his sister and wanted to cheat on her, almost hurting his sister.
To this day, Fang Zhou still rembered the pain he felt then.
As the saying goes, liking a yandere is a story, but being liked by a yandere is an accident.
Fang Zhou should be grateful his sister wasn’t hurt; otherwise, Qin Yun wouldn’t be standing calmly in front of him.
“So things can’t be forgiven just by saying sorry, like footprints in the snow that won’t disappear.”
Fang Zhou’s gaze turned cold again.
Among the four ex-girlfriends in this show, he feared Qin Yun the most.
Despite her usual calm and dignified deanor, once she went crazy, not even ten oxen could pull her back.
A yandere’s possessiveness is terrifying; once they do sothing extre, no one can stop them.
So, no matter how pitiful Qin Yun acted to gain sympathy, Fang Zhou wouldn’t trust her.
Qin Yun turned around, her eyes fragile, looking at Fang Zhou with a pleading gaze, “What will it take for you to forgive ?”
I’ve already been restraining myself...
Even the girlfriends you dated, I let them go. Isn’t that enough restraint?
Qin Yun recalled the lipstick Han Xi took out from her bag during the day and her deeply affectionate gaze at Fang Zhou.
Her entire being felt cold, as if frozen in an ice cellar.
Han Xi was also Fang Zhou’s ex-girlfriend, but she didn’t know if it was before or after her.
God knows how much restraint Qin Yun had to muster not to confront Han Xi in public.
No, I can’t do that, Fang Zhou would be angry.
Qin Yun cald down with this thought.
She knew Fang Zhou feared her, so she had to hide her thoughts even better.
I’m willing to conceal all my dark thoughts for you, as long as you co back to .
But Fang Zhou seed not to hear her, walking straight through the hall and upstairs, leaving Qin Yun alone in the darkness.
If soone could see her expression, they might be scared.
Because Qin Yun’s eyes had changed, filled with deep, dark malice, like a beast kept for decades finally being released from its cage.
...
“Fang Zhou, you won’t escape next ti,” Qin Yun whispered, her eyes gleaming in the dark.
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