Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

"Your beard pricked me!"

"Hmm?" Gu Shiche raised his hand and touched his chin.

Jiang Wanqing cried out in pain and covered her chin with her small hands.

It was the first time she saw Gu Shiche's beard grow out.

Before, Gu Shiche was afraid of hurting Jiang Wanqing when they were intimate, so he always had the habit of shaving.

It’s just that he was in a coma for too long this time, and his beard has grown back.

Gu Shiche now seems... even more lustful.

Jiang Wanqing leaned softly in his arms, and subconsciously stretched out her little hand to touch his stubble.

For some reason, her fingertips slid down and across his protruding Adam's apple.

Gu Shiche groaned and grabbed her little hand that was touching him randomly.

His voice was hoarse and unbearable. "Sister, if you do this again... don't blame me for being a hooligan."

"This time, it was you, sister, who took the initiative."

The two of them clung to each other.

Gu Shiche pressed close to her, resting his chin in the crook of her neck, and deliberately rubbed her skin lightly with his light stubble, which made her feel a little itchy.

His scratching caused the skin on Jiang Wanqing's neck to turn red.

He was being naughty and deliberately blew air into her ear again.

The warm breath slowly fell on her ears and neck.

Jiang Wanqing could even feel the man's Adam's apple sliding, leaning against her from behind, and her body felt extremely hot.

Her face flushed red and she struggled to escape from Gu Shiche's arms.

Jiang Wanqing lowered her head, clutching the corner of her clothes with her small hands, and was at a loss as to what to do.

"Well...I'm going to the bathroom to get you a squeegee. You just woke up, so I need to...clean up."

Gu Shiche chuckled, said nothing, and watched the little rabbit run away.

It doesn’t matter, sooner or later you will be eaten by the big bad wolf.

In the luxury ward, the hospital provides disposable scrapers and white cleaning foam.

Jiang Wanqing took a bunch of things and handed them all to Gu Shiche.

"Here, that's all for now. Go to the bathroom and shave in front of the mirror."

Gu Shiche pouted slightly, his eyes soft and sweet.

"Sister, I just woke up from a coma..."

"My arms are so weak that I can't even stand steadily."

"Just running out of the operating room to see you has exhausted all my strength and means."

Gu Shiche shook his arms lightly, his limbs hanging by the bed as if half dead.

Jiang Wanqing pursed her lips. Where did the strength that the man had used to unbutton her clothes just now go?

Gu Shiche stared blankly at the ceiling and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, sister. I can shave it myself."

He propped himself up with his half-dead arms, still mumbling in grievance.

"I saw a news report a while ago about a patient who didn't hold the scraper firmly and fell down. The scraper cut his throat and he died instantly."

"It's okay, sister. I don't know how to do it. I can do it by myself."

His eyes were just red enough that his hands were trembling slightly.

"But the doctor said that my limb movement function has not yet fully recovered, and I don't know if I can control myself."

Gu Shiche held down his trembling hands, his voice trembling slightly, and he looked stubborn.

"If I accidentally cut myself, sister, remember to call a doctor for me. It's not a big deal."

Gu Shiche turned his back to her, showing off his slightly lonely back.

Jiang Wanqing: “…”

She finally understood why Lu Qi gave this personality the note "Eight Hundred Thoughts".

As expected of a national treasure-level tea art master, she felt guilty after hearing what he said.

Jiang Wanqing bit her lip and let out a long breath.

"Okay, stop hinting at me."

"I come."

Gu Shiche, with his back to her, slowly curled his lips into a wicked smile.

The little rabbit took the bait again.

Gu Shiche immediately sat obediently on the hospital bed, leaning his back against the headboard, and looked at Jiang Wanqing with anticipation, blinking his eyes.

"Sister, come here."

?

"What's coming?"

"Are you planning on shaving me from the air, sister? Of course you should come up here."

"Up...up? Where to?"

Gu Shiche simply stretched out his long arms, grabbed her waist, and placed her on his lap.

The two looked at each other face to face.

Why did he suddenly straddle... and sit on it?!

And on such a narrow bed.

Jiang Wanqing's hands and feet suddenly stiffened, even the hand holding the scraper froze, and her little face turned red.

This...this is too ambiguous!

"Sister, start now. I won't move."

"You come."

Gu Shiche slowly raised his chin, looked at her with his dark eyes slightly narrowed, and a barely perceptible smile curved the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Wanqing's little hands were trembling a little. She leaned over slightly and applied shaving foam to his chin.

The white foam was spread along his jawline, like Santa Claus's white beard.

"Well... I'll start now. Don't blame me if I scratch you."

Jiang Wanqing shaved him in a strange and ambiguous posture.

Jiang Wanqing had seen how Gu Shiche shaved before, and he sometimes used this kind of handmade razor.

Because he was afraid that the electric shaver was too noisy and would wake Jiang Wanqing up from her morning dream.

Jiang Wanqing's small hand gently pinched Gu Shiche's chin, and the other hand held the razor, sliding it along the lines of his perfect face.

Gu Shiche also put his face in the right position, his black eyes slightly closed, and he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Sister, your technique is good, I like it." He closed his eyes and turned his profile to Jiang Wanqing, looking calm and peaceful.

Jiang Wanqing felt a burning sensation behind her ears. "You rascal, you're so outspoken!"

Gu Shiche laughed muffledly.

"I was talking about the shaving technique, why are you being a hooligan again?"

"You...you clearly meant something, you rascal."

Suddenly, he grabbed Jiang Wanqing's hand and slowly put down the scraper.

There was still some white foam remaining on Gu Shiche's jaw.

A little foam slid down his chin and dripped onto his slightly exposed chest.

Jiang Wanqing swallowed and tried to get up, but her wrist was held even tighter.

Gu Shiche looked at her with a smile.

"Sister thinks I'm hinting at something. What is it?"

His dark eyes looked at Jiang Wanqing, whose face turned red.

"Ever since I woke up, my sister has been calling me a gangster when she sees me."

He gripped Jiang Wanqing's wrist even tighter.

Gu Shiche suddenly exerted force and pulled Jiang Wanqing into his arms.

"If I really don't do something that a gangster would do, how can I be worthy of the title you gave me?"

Jiang Wanqing lost her balance, put one hand on the side of his head, and fell into his arms.

Before she could escape, her waist was restrained.

Gu Shiche curled his lips and smiled faintly.

He rested his head on Jiang Wanqing's neck and took a deep breath.

Sure enough, only the smell of her body made him addicted.

"Sister, do you miss me?"

"I've been learning a lot lately. Do you want to...check it out?"

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