Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

"So... you still want to love him like this?"

Song Churan's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of chilliness that seeped into her bones.

The madness deep in his eyes was suppressed to the point of being distorted.

His cool fingertips gently slid across the skin of her calves.

Her legs were pinned down, and her struggles were futile.

"I'm asking you, why aren't you answering?"

"After hearing all this, do you still love him? The one who killed your parents' sworn enemy."

Song Churan's hoarse voice echoed in the air, and a sickly and charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

With every touch, she felt like a poisonous snake was slowly crawling up her calf.

Cold, biting, terrifying.

Jiang Wanqing closed her eyes in fear and couldn't utter a word.

If things are really as Song Churan said, then Gu Shiche is the real perpetrator.

But why did Zhou Yuhe write "He is taking revenge!" on the bed sheet?

What is Gu Shiche seeking revenge for?

She won't jump to conclusions until she has a clear understanding of the matter.

Especially Song Churan in front of him...is obviously even worse.

The force suddenly increased, Song Churan's handsome face was close to her, and he lifted her chin maliciously.

His tall figure pressed down, his eyes menacing and sinister.

Song Churan suddenly tore open his collar, and the buttons broke off and fell to the floor one by one.

The scars from last time have not yet disappeared on his strong chest.

He leaned over, his deep, cold pupils staring at her as if burning.

"Now, let's focus on doing something for the two of us."

Jiang Wanqing was stunned and shouted, "No!"

She raised her hand, intending to slap him in the face again.

The little hand was cut off halfway.

Song Churan held her wrist.

"If a cat scratches its owner once, the owner should remove all its claws so that it won't happen again."

"Do you want to be made into a human pig?"

“No…don’t…”

"Don't want what? Don't want me to touch you? Or... just pretend to say no."

His face rested gently in the palm of her hand, rubbing against it softly, like a cat.

"Want to hit me? No problem."

"How hard you hit me is how hard I'm going to kiss you later."

There was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his lips.

Jiang Wanqing was so frightened that she quickly moved to the bedside. Before she had taken two steps, he grabbed her long hair and pulled her over.

My scalp hurts!

This guy is even crazier than Gu Shiche!

Even more terminally ill!

Song Churan frowned slightly and stared at her unhappily.

He pulled Jiang Wanqing over and held her in front of him, biting her neck hard.

"Teach you a way to escape from me."

"kill me."

"Crush my skull or pierce my heart."

"Walk out over my dead body."

"Otherwise, I will tie you to my side forever."

"forever."

Jiang Wanqing suddenly felt a pain in her neck and began to sob softly.

"Song Churan...I hate you."

The air fell into a subtle silence.

He finally slowly let go.

A layer of mist covered his eyes.

Jiang Wanqing was still wearing the miniskirt she wore in the club, kneeling on the cold floor.

The wound that had just been treated with medicine broke open again, causing pain to the surrounding skin and flesh.

He could vaguely see the tattoo on his hand.

【Gu Shiche】

Song Churan stared at the words, his eyes full of complexity.

His nostrils flared slightly and he gave a wry smile.

The next second, he slowly took out the dagger from his pocket with an expressionless face.

"Song Churan! What are you doing?" Jiang Wanqing took a few steps back in fright.

"Scrape it."

"You are crazy!"

Song Churan was cold and bloodthirsty, holding a dagger and approaching her step by step.

Her fair little face was covered with tears as she was forced against the wall covered with weapons.

Jiang Wanqing suddenly touched the gun on the wall.

"Do not move!"

The black gun barrel was pressed against Song Churan's chest, and the little hand holding the butt of the gun was still trembling.

"If you move again...I'll shoot."

She had never touched such a thing, but had seen it on TV, and it was surprisingly so heavy.

His knuckles were not very skilled and hooked on the trigger.

A moment of surprise flashed across Song Churan's eyes, extremely short and fleeting.

He smiled coldly, then suddenly grasped the muzzle of the gun and kept thrusting it against his chest.

"Shoot, shoot."

"?"

"Kill me and you can escape. Shoot."

"!!!"

Jiang Wanqing's breathing was extremely unstable. She kept shaking her head while crying, and her little face was covered with tear marks.

Song Churan stabbed hard, and the dagger was deeply embedded in the wooden table next to him, with only a part of the handle exposed.

She screamed in fear and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

"..."

The gun fell at her feet.

Song Churan's handsome face was still as dull as ever, with red eyes, looking down at her.

There are no bullets in the gun.

But why did his heart hurt so much?

It was as if a bullet had pierced through his body, leaving a large, empty hole in his chest, into which cold air was rushing in.

Even the soul is shaking.

Jiang Wanqing's legs went weak and she began to cry softly.

After a long, long, long time.

He finally moved, dragging his empty body, and never looked back.

Close the door.

The surroundings fell into permanent darkness.

Jiang Wanqing cried until she almost fainted.

She curled up on the ground, hugging herself tightly.

Her beautiful eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she cried until she was about to die.

At the same time, Song Churan was half leaning against the door.

He forced himself to turn a blind eye to everything, but when he saw her actually pull the trigger, he could no longer control the sadness in his heart.

He listened to her crying and began to cry silently too.

Why do people live?

......

The rain has not stopped, but the weather forecast says it will be sunny tomorrow.

Gu Shiche suddenly opened his eyes.

Tears streamed down the corners of his eyes.

He was stunned and slowly stretched out his hand, with a drop of tear remaining on his fingertips.

He cried in his dream.

Gu Shiche was stunned, with transparent tears on his fingertips, breathing slightly.

"What's wrong, Gu Shiche?"

Lu Qi was fully armed.

He wore a football helmet and protective gear worn for ice hockey, a baseball bat in one hand and a shield in the other.

They are armed to the teeth.

The person he was guarding against was Gu Shiche who was beside him.

After all, he is now controlled by another yandere personality, his mood is changeable, and he might strangle him again when he wakes up.

Gu Shiche looked at the drizzle outside the window, with an indelible sadness deep in his dark eyes.

"Doctor, I dreamed that she dreamed of me."

His eyes were red.

"And then she cried."

Lu Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "Dreams and reality are opposites."

"So the reality is, she dreamed you dreamed her, and then she smiled."

"Look, isn't it healed right away?"

"Just be positive. We'll be able to take her home in a few hours."

Lu Qi put down the baseball bat, placed the shield on himself as a blanket, and closed his eyes.

"Have you always been this unreliable as a psychiatrist?"

"If I were reliable, your personality would have been integrated long ago, so you should just thank me for being unreliable."

Gu Shiche stood motionless, watching the rain fall into the sea, leaving no trace.

During this period of time, she couldn't sleep either.

Lu Qi opened one eye and slowly closed it again.

"Hey, yandere Gu Shiche, go to sleep."

"Conserve your energy so that you can catch Song Churan off guard and get your wife back."