Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

In the evening, Jiang Wanqing took a tranquilizer and went to bed on time, with a sleepy smile on her lips.

Only after seeing that she was really asleep did Gu Shiche feel at ease to leave her and sit alone in the study.

He opened his laptop and the lock screen showed a photo of Jiang Wanqing.

The girl's bright smile was reflected in his dark pupils.

Gu Shiche raised his hand and subconsciously touched the computer screen with his fingertips, wanting to touch her smile.

In the past, she smiled so brightly.

But now, she needs to rely on antidepressants to maintain a normal mood.

When Jiang Wanqing was ill, she would lie in bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling with her big eyes, and start to cry uncontrollably.

After the attack was over, she turned into the bright Jiang Wanqing again, with her eyes and eyebrows curved in a smile.

Gu Shiche frowned, his throat slid up and down again, and he endured the pain in his heart.

As soon as he turned on his computer, he found something...interesting in his browser.

Jiang Wanqing used to use his computer to watch TV series and read novels.

This should be her previous trace, which has not been deleted.

Gu Shiche clicked on it and couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh after seeing the content of the webpage.

Gu Shiche didn't understand why Jiang Wanqing had such a hobby.

He sipped his tea and looked at Jiang Wanqing's bookshelf with interest.

Gu Shiche read out the titles of the books that Jiang Wanqing had read 100% of, word for word.

"'What to do if the boss's personal secretary is too flirtatious?'"

"After secretly getting pregnant with the overbearing CEO's child, Secretary Shen ran off with the baby."

"'Stop flirting! The aloof master is being manipulated by his crybaby disciple, who seduces him into kissing her every night'?"

His tone was extremely serious. He opened a book at random and began to read the beginning of the first chapter.

"The monk's robes were torn to shreds? She felt like her body was about to fall apart? The master leaned over and whispered in her ear?"

The following content frightened him so much that he choked on two sips of warm tea and almost spit it out.

"Do the masters in the immortal cultivation novels play so wildly?"

Gu Shiche silently clicked the upper left corner of the page and exited the book.

His black eyes drooped, his handsome face was extremely serious, he held his chin, as if thinking about something.

Gu Shiche held his forehead in pain, gripped the teacup in his hand and squeezed it hard.

With a loud "bang", the teacup was crushed to pieces.

The warm tea flowed out from his palm.

Gu Shiche slammed the table and said indignantly, "No, can't I... be satisfied?"

"She needs to use other channels..."

......

It was dark, so he left a night light on in Jiang Wanqing's room.

Under the dim light, Jiang Wanqing lay on the bed, blinked her eyes, and tears fell out.

She looked around the room blankly, but there was no sign of him.

Jiang Wanqing reached out with difficulty to touch her cell phone. She felt extremely tired all over.

At four o'clock in the morning, Gu Shiche was not in the bedroom.

Jiang Wanqing's eyes were blurred with tears. She put on her slippers tremblingly and pushed open the door.

In the corridor, the light in the study was still on.

Jiang Wanqing pushed open the door and saw Gu Shiche lying in front of the computer. There was a pile of information on the table, piled up like a small mountain.

She wrapped her clothes tightly and walked up to Gu Shiche.

The computer screen was still on, and he consulted almost all the foreign literature on depression to find a way to cure her.

On the table, the Montblanc fountain pen was uncapped, and the dark blue ink had dried at the nib.

Jiang Wanqing was stunned, looking at him with a melancholy look and red eyes.

She turned around and tried to get the small blanket from the sofa to cover him.

But as soon as she took a step, the man lying on the table grabbed her wrist.

Gu Shiche raised his eyes in a daze, his pupils were dark and dim.

"Why aren't you sleeping now?" He said in a hoarse voice, "It's still dark, go to bed."

Gu Shiche stood up, hugged her and rubbed her, resting his chin on her neck.

"I woke up and found you were not there, so I came out to look for you." Jiang Wanqing hugged his neck and said dissatisfiedly.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Gu Shiche rubbed his eyes, which were bloodshot, and reached out to close the computer.

"I was afraid of disturbing you, so I came to the study to deal with things."

"Of course." He reached out and pinched Jiang Wanqing's face hard, "I also discovered someone's embarrassing little secret."

Jiang Wanqing tilted her head, looked at his evil smile, then looked at the laptop, and suddenly thought of something.

"You...you won't look at my..."

"Hmm~" Gu Shiche nodded intriguingly, "The personal secretary beside the overbearing president... the limit is 365 days?"

"The content is indeed very explosive..." Gu Shiche looked at her with a smile.

Jiang Wanqing's eyes widened, and she groaned in dissatisfaction: "That's personal privacy! You haven't read it all, have you? Ahhhh!"

Gu Shiche lowered his head and kissed her hair: "Almost. I learned a lot of new things."

Gu Shiche hugged her and walked through the dim corridor.

The moonlight is bright, falling on the white bed.

Jiang Wanqing was forced back to bed by the man. She crawled into the quilt and looked at him with her eyes.

Gu Shiche lay on the sofa in frustration, his 1.9-meter-tall figure curled up into a ball.

Jiang Wanqing narrowed her eyes and asked tentatively, "You...you're not going to bed?"

Gu Shiche narrowed his dark eyes and said, "No, I'm afraid I'll squeeze you."

"But... this bed is 2 meters long, how can it be crowded?"

"It will be crowded, baby, go to sleep soon."

Gu Shiche felt itchy in his heart. He thought that if he slept on the same bed with her, he would be afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he simply stayed away from her.

Under the dim night light, Jiang Wanqing walked barefoot on the ground, then lifted his blanket and crawled into the narrow sofa.

"What are you doing?" Gu Shiche felt very itchy in his heart.

She was soft and sticky, pressing her head into Gu Shiche's arms: "I'm not used to you not being around."

Gu Shiche's eyelids twitched and his Adam's apple slid again, as if he was restraining something.

He stood up and carried Jiang Wanqing back to bed.

"Brother Shi Che, where are you going now?" Jiang Wanqing clutched the quilt and watched him walk into the bathroom.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to take a cold shower."

Gu Shiche gritted his teeth.

Retribution, everything is retribution.

......

Early in the morning, Lu Qi grabbed Gu Shiche and put on a serious expression.

"Shi Che, regarding the treatment of Jiang Wanqing's depression, after discussion, the team decided to use ECT therapy, or electroconvulsive therapy."

Gu Shiche strongly objected: "I don't agree. I don't want her to suffer the torture of electric shocks, even if I kill her!"

He read the relevant literature.

ECT therapy, also known as electroconvulsive therapy, uses a certain amount of electric current to pass through the cerebral cortex, causing loss of consciousness and convulsive seizures in patients with depression.

Typically, this type of electroshock therapy is used to treat schizophrenia, but it has gradually been applied to severely depressed women.

Lu Qi sighed: "Or you can choose rTMS therapy. This treatment is much better than modified ECT. It uses magnetic stimulation..."

"Whether it's electrical stimulation or magnetic stimulation, it won't work." Gu Shiche refused directly.

Whenever Gu Shiche thought of electric shock, he would think of those torturous electric torture devices in the movies.

He felt terrified when he thought about Jiang Wanqing being tied to the bed with electrodes stuck on her head.

Lu Qi pulled Gu Shiche and looked at him seriously: "It was Sister Wanqing who insisted on this."

Gu Shiche's eyes were red and he remained silent.

"Even if she asks, I can't do it. I've checked the literature..."

Lu Qi interrupted him: "Sister Wanqing told me that she wants to cure her depression, completely cure it."

"She doesn't want to have these recurring episodes; she wants it to be over."

“She wants to be healthy.”

"She said that one of the two people must be healthy."

Gu Shiche's eyelids twitched, and the hands hanging by his legs tightened unconsciously.

He remembered what Lu Qi said that day.

If two sick people try to cure their illness with love, their illness will only get worse.