Quick Wear: Fake White Rabbit! The yandere boss needs to be disciplined

"Be good and don't move. You'll be fine soon." Chu Muyang's smile was still so gentle, as if the person holding the knife on Su Jun's wrist was not him.

"Get away! Don't touch me!" Su Jun was frightened and struggled hard. His wrist accidentally hit the blade, leaving a bloody cut.

Chu Muyang put away the knife, preventing it from stabbing into Su Jun's flesh.

Su Jun hid his wrists behind his back, the hatred in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

His whole body was tense and he was in a defensive posture.

Chu Muyang stood there with a cold face, glancing at the scarlet blood on the blade, "Is that person important to you?"

He clenched the dagger tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Su Jun, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

"Shut up! You are not allowed to mention him!" Su Jun was also overwhelmed by hatred.

"Heh," Chu Muyang's eyes were cold and a creepy laugh rolled out of his throat.

What kind of person could make Su Jun, who is usually good at hiding and enduring, lose his mind, like a cat whose tail is stepped on.

"Don't forget who you belong to now," he lowered his voice, his face so gloomy that it seemed like water might drip out of it.

"Host, calm down. He has no memory now. What you are doing will only make him hurt you!" 7410 rushed in front of Su Jun and blocked his view.

It really worries about Su Jun.

"..."

Su Jun blocked his arms with his back pressed against the headboard. When he regained consciousness, he lowered his eyes to hide his deep hatred. "No one would be scared if you put a knife across their wrists."

Chu Muyang chuckled silently, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, wanting to see what words Su Jun would use to deceive him.

"If you want to kill me, there's no need to go through so much trouble," Su Jun threw back the quilt, got out of bed and ran towards the balcony.

Chu Muyang left in such a hurry that he forgot to lock the balcony window. When he reacted to stop Su Jun, it was too late.

The boy rushed to the fence and leaned half of his body out, like a fragile and beautiful butterfly that could be blown away by the wind.

"Su Jun!" Chu Muyang stopped not far away and looked at him nervously, "Come down, I don't want to kill you"

Su Jun looked back at the deep lake with dim eyes, and actually wondered if he would be freed if he jumped in.

"No, you have the blessing of the God of Death. You are immortal. You will only be judged as a failed mission and punished. You will be sent to the punishment world and will meet Chu Muyang again. Only more difficult tasks are waiting for you."

7410 poured a bucket of cold water on Su Jun.

Su Jun smiled, his smile showing a hint of helplessness and melancholy.

I knew it would be like this.

"I didn't mean to do anything to you when I came down. Just now I thought someone left a mark on you, and I just wanted to help you clean it up, not to kill you," Chu Muyang said in a soft voice, for fear of disturbing Su Jun and causing him to jump down.

“You’re going to clean it for me with a knife?” Su Jun turned around and looked at him with a sneer.

How can you clean it without cutting off the skin with a knife?

Chu Muyang pursed his lips in confusion. He didn't dare to say that now.

After a night of continuous stimulation, he saw that Su Jun was about to collapse.

"I was wrong. I am used to treating others in this way. I promise I will never let you see these things again, okay?" Chu Muyang threw away the dagger and walked towards Su Jun tentatively.

Su Jun looked at Chu Muyang indifferently, leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Su Jun!"

He heard a shrill cry and a cold wind blew past his ears. The next moment, someone grabbed him and he fell back onto the balcony.

Underneath him, Chu Muyang's heart was beating violently. When he opened his eyes, he met Chu Muyang's frightened face.

"You!" Chu Muyang grabbed Su Jun tightly, his chest heaving with anger.

There was violence in his eyes. Su Jun was hurt by his grip. He frowned and his face turned pale.

It was not until he cried out in pain that Chu Muyang woke up, picked up Su Jun and threw him back on the bed.

"Do you want to die?" He pressed on Su Jun and pinched Su Jun's face. He liked Su Jun's eyes the most. They were smart and clear, and his shadow was reflected in them every time he looked into theirs.

It's like he's all I see.

Su Jun would feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction when he looked at him. He hoped that these eyes would only look at him, the mouth would only call his name, and there would only be him in the heart.

But Su Jun always uses practical actions to tell him that it is impossible.

What is being displayed now is all illusion; only the hatred that was almost solidified just now is the most real.

"Don't even think about it. You've already sold yourself to me. I have the final say in your life."

Death cannot stop his surging love. No matter where Su Jun is, he will find him and possess him in the underworld. No one can separate them.

“………”, What a psycho. Su Jun was too lazy to listen to Chu Muyang going crazy and closed his eyes in disgust.

Chu Muyang was irritated by Su Jun's attitude of ignoring him?

She was panting with a strange red in her eyes. She pinched Su Jun's face to force him to raise his head, and kissed him as if to vent her emotions.

It was more like a biting than a kiss. Su Jun punched and kicked him, and blood soon appeared on their lips.

“Ugh…let go!”

His bones are about to break!

Su Jun struggled, digging his nails into Chu Muyang's flesh, but he didn't move at all, as if he didn't feel any pain.

The size difference was too great, and he was completely pinned down, allowing Chu Muyang to be plundered at will, his head gradually becoming dizzy.

So sad…

He was suffocating to death.

Su Jun slowly closed his eyes.

The person under him did not respond or resist. Chu Muyang panted and left Su Jun's lips. The pink lips were stained with blood from his biting, and the pale face finally had some color.

"Su Jun?" He called out, but Su Jun didn't move. Chu Muyang panicked a little and patted Su Jun's face. "Stop pretending. Do you think I will believe you?"

Su Jun still didn't move. Chu Muyang patiently pulled open Su Jun's collar, took off his clothes and threw them aside.

"Are you sure you want to keep pretending?" Chu Muyang narrowed his eyes and reached his fingertips downwards. The person who was usually so sensitive that she would shrink when touched, showed no reaction when he fiddled with her.

He gradually became at a loss, and kept calling Su Jun's name and feeling Su Jun's pulse.

And gas...

Chu Muyang breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes fell on Su Jun's bloodshot wrist.

The cut was very shallow and did not cut his pulse. It was just a superficial injury. When Su Jun struggled, blood flowed violently and was blurry everywhere.

It was shocking to watch.

Chu Muyang pressed the call bell, and immediately a waiter knocked on the door and walked in.

"gentlemen"

The waiter lowered his head politely and did not look around.

“Go call the doctor”

"Yes"

Soon, a doctor in a white coat was brought in by the waiter. When he saw Chu Muyang, his hands trembled.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Muyang raised his chin towards Su Jun who was unconscious on the bed, "It's not me, it's him"

“???!”

The doctor widened his eyes in shock and looked at Su Jun. No way, the gentleman actually cares about the life and death of a slave?

This is simply... unprecedented.

"Can you tell the cause of the disease just by standing there and watching?" A sinister voice fell into my ear.

The doctor shuddered, suddenly came back to his senses, walked over with his head down, and took out a stethoscope from the medicine box. Under Chu Muyang's gaze, his hands were shaking.

The doctor was nervous and sweating. He held down his trembling hands and prayed in his heart, "Please stop shaking!"

If you keep shaking, you’ll lose your life.

He suppressed his fear and pressed the stethoscope to Su Jun's chest, listening to the heavy and slow heartbeat, frowning in confusion.

"Sir, the patient's heart rate is very slow. I suggest you take him to the hospital for a detailed examination after you get off the car."

I don’t know if he made a wrong diagnosis, but the boy’s heart was beating like a dying person.

“How long can he live?”

"what?"

The doctor didn't expect Chu Muyang to be so straightforward. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment, until Chu Muyang gave him a cold smile.

“Half…half a month?”

Chu Muyang smiled even more. The doctor's heart was in his throat. He felt like he was about to die. He was so anxious that he almost cried. "One month! Do you think it's okay? If not, I will try hard. I should be able to hold on for a few more months."