morbidly addicted

Chapter 166 Are You Sure You Can Beat Me?
The living room on the first floor of the villa has a large floor-to-ceiling window with warm orange curtains hanging in front of the window.

When the wind blows, the curtains flutter wantonly, free and agile, vaguely revealing the woman sitting with her knees hugged behind the curtains.

Her skirt is very strange, with uneven edges, long on the left and short on the right, and tattered. It was obviously changed after a round of violent destruction.

The long side covered her calves, but the short side couldn't even cover her knees. There was a little dust on her lychee-like white and transparent knees, like white jade covered in dust, which looked out of place.

But what is more unbearable to look at than the dust is the obvious blood stains next to the dust, which is the sequelae caused by kneeling on the ground for a long time and rubbing violently.

There was a clanging sound coming from the kitchen intermittently, and after a long time, it stopped completely.

The brisk man came out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand, glanced around the seemingly empty living room, and muttered with a frown, "Could it be that he ran away again?"

Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly noticed a pair of white feet that fluttered by the window with the curtains fluttering, and he froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

That's right, he hid all her shoes, where can she go?
A person like her, without her shoes, would rather suppress her distaste for him and stay in the same room with him than run out on the beach and let the dirty dirt touch even one of her toes .

He walked towards her.

One step, one step, another step.

The sound of unhurried footsteps sounded in the empty living room.

Like the devil's curse.

He knew she must have heard.

But she didn't respond.

Still sitting peacefully behind the curtain, even his posture has not changed a bit.

Until he walked in front of her, until he directly opened the curtain that blocked her, until her bruised and miserable state directly came into his eyes.

She still quietly hugged herself and sat there, without any reaction, no crying, no fuss, and no hysteria.

She lowered her head, her spine was slightly bent, her face was buried in her legs, and her hands hugged her legs tightly. This was a posture full of distrust and defense against the outside world.

His gaze swept across her body, across the wound on her knee, he paused for a moment, without any scruples, he directly lifted her broken skirt to look at the other side, it was also hurt.

He frowned, and a complex emotion of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes, which was the irritability that could not be vented no matter how much he bullied her.

Thin fingers followed her legs little by little from the hem of her skirt, accurately found her jaw buried in her leg, clamped her chin, and with a little force, she was forced to raise her head.

"Do you know it wrong?"

He squatted halfway in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly, with a dark glint in his eyes, different from her messy and embarrassed, he was still neatly dressed, with a gentle smile as if he had never done evil.

In her eyes was the silence after several shatterings, like a withered tree, no longer its former splendor, leaving only bare decay, but at the moment when she met his eyes, she burst out with strong hatred.

"I did nothing wrong!"

No matter when, she still sticks to her heart, she is her own, she does not belong to him.

No matter what he did to her, she couldn't change her own mind, and he couldn't even turn her into his convincing appendage!

"Tsk, still so stubborn."

He slightly raised his eyebrows at her, put the plate in front of her, and said in a strange tone, "So I brought you this, see if you like it?"

On the exquisite small dinner plate made of sterling silver, a row of carrot slices and cucumber slices of uniform size, warm color, and exuding a moist luster are beautifully arranged and placed together.

He stared at her indifferently, not refusing to let go of her every reaction. After seeing her complexion pale and embarrassed with satisfaction, his lips curled up in a happy arc.

"I know you must be very reluctant to part with them, so I specially cut them out for you to eat for dinner."

She stared at the plate of things, her face changed several times, her eye circles were filled with distressing red, she reached out suddenly, knocked over the tray in his hand, stood up and rushed to the kitchen staggeringly.

When she came out again, she already had a slender, beautiful table knife in her hand, with a sharp blade that shone dazzlingly under the refraction of the sun.

After seeing the things in her hands, his lips were slightly pursed, and there was a flash of worry in his eyes that she might not think about hurting him, but he quickly covered it up under the dark eyes.

"Manman, what are you going to do?"

He pursed his lips and asked her in a deep voice.

She held the knife, her eyes were red, and she approached him step by step. After realizing what her purpose was, he was relieved, stood still, and waited for her with serious eyes.

With red eyes, she clenched the knife tightly, and approached him step by step, until she was a step away from him, and tremblingly pointed the tip of the knife at his heart.

"Fu Jingxing, let me go, or I will kill you."

He raised his eyebrows to look at her, then stretched out his hand suddenly, and pinched it on her arm holding the knife. A desperate stubbornness flashed in her eyes, and she refused to let go easily no matter what she said.

However, he didn't come to snatch the knife in her hand as she thought, but he held her hand towards his chest and sent it towards his chest.

"Want to kill me? Okay, let me help you."

Throwing down a sentence lightly, his face remained unchanged, he held her wrist and sent it to his heart, and adjusted his position slightly.

"The heart is here, don't make a mistake."

This time, she was the one who struggled desperately to resist taking the knife back: "Fu Jingxing, are you crazy?!"

"Since you hate me so much, you would rather kill me than treat me well, then I will fulfill you!"

His face was cold, but his strength was very resolute. He held the knife in her hand and sent it to his heart. After a while, the thin fabric was pierced by the blade, showing a dazzling bright red on the snow-white shirt!
She finally broke down, broke free from his grasp in embarrassment, and he threw the knife away at the same time.

The cold blade fell from the hands of the two, and she fell helplessly to the ground with it, hugging herself and weeping.

She hated him so much, but she couldn't really do anything to him. It was easy to kill him, but why did she choose herself because of his fault?

The man indifferently swept the knife that fell on the floor, and finally his eyes fell on the woman who had obviously collapsed.

After a brief dispute, his restless and depressed mood was miraculously relieved again.

"Don't you want to kill me? Not only do I not resist, but I am also willing to help you. What are you afraid of?"

He squatted in front of her, stretched out his hand and rubbed her long black hair, and restored the messy hair to order. He stared at her with lingering eyes, his lips slightly curled up, and his tone was gentle:
"Even if I really die in your hands, you can never get rid of me.

It's more convenient after you're dead, I'll be by your side [-] hours a day.

Sneaking into your dreams at night, still bullying you as much as you want.

Manman, are you sure you can beat me? "

　Daily question:
　　Are you perverted today?
　　Mr. Fu:
　　Ah.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)