"What the eyes see isn’t necessarily the truth. Do I really look like a psychopath who abuses animals?" the girl said with a gentle smile, unbelievably tender and lovely in the sunlight, seemingly having no connection with a psychopath.
Yan Song slightly raised his sword-like eyebrows, sizing her up and down, "Looks can be deceiving."
Yun Ya turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips, and for so reason, this smile made Yan Song feel a bit creeped out...
In the next mont, a knife suddenly appeared in the girl’s hand, her slender fingers playing with it adeptly. The sharp point of the blade, cold and fierce, spun quickly between her nimble fingers, dazzling onlookers and fearing that a small misstep might puncture her own skin.
Yan Song’s eyes widened, "You handle a knife so smoothly, and you’re telling you’re not a psychopath?"
Suddenly, Yun Ya closed in on him, and Yan Song, not expecting her to co so close so quickly, instinctively stepped back, his back slamming hard against the wall. In the next instant, the girl pressed forward, the icy edge of the knife pressing against his face, his vision filled with her beautifully tender smiling face.
"If I were a psychopath, you’d be the first one I’d take care of... hmm, nice skin. Do you know of an ancient punishnt thod? Specifically designed for extrely wicked people, it involved burying the person in the ground, making a cut in their scalp, and then pouring in rcury. Because rcury is so heavy, it keeps sinking... the person would struggle in extre pain, but with their whole body buried, how could they struggle? In the end, they would be freed from their skin, leaving an intact human hide, while the person... still alive. Only this way, that beauty could be preserved forever, never aging or being rcilessly devoured by the passage of ti...."
The girl’s gentle voice was like enchanting music, yet the words that ca out were chilling to the bone.
Especially this extre contrast, it made one’s scalp tingle.
"You... you..." Watching her face grow larger before him, Yan Song clenched his teeth, unable to stop himself from saying, "You’re insane...."
Yun Ya arched an eyebrow, "Insanity is a neurotic disease, beyond the control of the conscious mind, while psychopathy is a biological term, a type of personality disorder. Psychopaths are very aware of what they’re doing when they kill, whereas I... am very lucid right now...."
Yun Ya’s eyes glead, "So tell , am I insane, or am I a psychopath?"
The way she asked that question, damn it, was so provocative.
Yan Song’s gaze deepened, like a deep pool. Yun Ya was caught off guard, and in her mont of distraction, her wrist was suddenly grasped. She winced in pain, and the knife clattered to the ground.
The next mont, her body was flipped and slamd hard against the wall.
The boy held her wrist with one hand while the other braced against the wall, his tall figure looming over her, nearly blotting out the sky.
His strong masculine scent, tinged with a unique youthful fragrance, invaded her nostrils in waves.
For a mont, Yun Ya’s heartbeat went into disarray.
She struggled to control her composure, lifting her head to look at him quietly, "Provoking a psychopath can have a terrible outco."
That deadly calm, like the silence of a dead sea, was chillingly cruel.
Yan Song’s lips curved in a half-smile, his eyes landing on her face. Up close, the girl’s features were so flawlessly perfect there was nothing to criticize, as if crafted ticulously by God, her beauty breathtaking...
Sothing flickered in his mind, too quick for him to catch.
He decided not to think too deeply, figuring he should teach this girl a lesson; otherwise, with such arrogance, she was simply asking for it.
"Is that so? I’d like to see just how terrible it can be. Little sister, you’ve successfully got my attention."
Upon hearing this, Yun Ya burst into laughter.
Such a brainless phrase, and he actually had the nerve to say it. Had he spent too much ti on a pedestal, thinking he was a flower loved by all?
That brilliant smile was even more blinding than the sun, making Yan Song subconsciously mirror her grin, only to realize what she was laughing at and his face imdiately darkened.
"Is it really that funny?"
Yun Ya nodded, her eyes brimming with mirth as she looked at him, "It reminds of the brainless male lead in those cringy idol dramas, conceited enough to think the whole world revolves around him."
Yun Miao enjoyed watching television. Though he couldn’t hear, he watched with great interest. His favorite was the school idol dramas from Country Hua, like the clichéd ’Overbearing School Prince Falls for .’ She once accompanied Yun Miao for a few minutes, but couldn’t bear it and soon fled.
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