"Alright, alright... don't get worked up..." Tang Jingjing watched Mo Chuan's eyes widen almost to the point of popping out, smiled faintly, then pressed her chest against Mo Chuan's body, breathing warm air slowly towards his face.
Suddenly, Mo Chuan felt a circulation of spiritual energy between their clasped hands. Activated by each other's blood, it prompted his own spiritual energy to stir.
This feeling... wait a minute!?
Mo Chuan hurriedly pulled his hand away from Tang Jingjing's and said, "Stop inputting spiritual energy!"
But Tang Jingjing smiled gently and said, "Mo Chuan, your spiritual energy control is indeed not as refined as mine... Mmph!..."
After a soft gasp, a faint green flame ignited on the back of Tang Jingjing's hand. In a short while, the mark of [Death Contract] appeared on her hand.
Tang Jingjing's pretty face flushed. She carefully felt her new power, then opened her eyes, her breathing slightly ragged, and said, "As expected... Mo Chuan, you can leave an imprint on me..."
"How did you know?" Mo Chuan frowned slightly. After using this Death Contract, his status would be higher than Tang Jingjing's. If he wished, he could even make the other person give up everything they owned.
Aside from using [Death Contract] to save Xin Lei's life, Mo Chuan had taken precautions against others who had signed the [Death Contract].
Therefore, Mo Chuan rarely used this skill on people close to him, as it was equivalent to unilateral enslavement.
"I saw this mark on Abe no Seimei's abdomen before..." Tang Jingjing released her clasped fingers from Mo Chuan's and slowly admired the mark, which was filled with an aura of decay and stillness. "From afar, I sensed your aura, and it turned out to be your skill..."
As she spoke, Tang Jingjing's tears suddenly began to fall like pearls from a broken string, splashing onto Mo Chuan's face, making him pause.
"No... don't cry..." Mo Chuan was somewhat flustered by Tang Jingjing's tears. He could only push her lower body slightly, making her sit on his lap, then he sat up and wrapped his arms around her.
"It's okay... (sniffle) I'm just happy..." Tang Jingjing leaned gently against Mo Chuan's chest, took out a dagger, and made a cut on her forearm.
Just as she was about to finish writing the character "Tang" on her forearm, her fair skin, like solidified fat, slowly bled her ruby-red blood.
Suddenly, Mo Chuan, realizing Tang Jingjing's action, snatched the dagger away and hurled it violently into the distance.
Then, he took out a white handkerchief from his luggage and carefully covered Tang Jingjing's tender forearm with it, saying angrily, "Tang Jingjing!"
"I'm here, Mo Chuan~" Tang Jingjing looked at Mo Chuan's worried expression, and an indescribable warmth flowed through her heart, filling her with a hint of sweetness.
Tang Jingjing smiled dazedly, watching Mo Chuan stop her bleeding. For some reason, she extended her fair, slender hand and gently caressed Mo Chuan's face.
"Why are you hurting yourself like this? Tell me!" Mo Chuan was genuinely a bit angry, and even a little scared. If she kept hurting herself like this, something would eventually go wrong, and this behavior was wrong in itself.
Tang Jingjing's hand was already somewhat scarred from her own actions – cuts on her palm; the mark on the back of her hand; the characters on her forearm; and the wound on her upper arm from Lou Jialuo earlier.
Even if you've successfully advanced to yandere, this appearance truly frightens me! And this is by no means an excuse to debase yourself!
Mo Chuan treated Tang Jingjing's hand with water, alcohol, and emergency bandages, threatening fiercely, "Didn't I just tell you to cherish yourself? How can I feel at ease with you treating your body like this? Do you want me to dislike you?"
Hearing this, Tang Jingjing hurriedly snapped out of the bliss of being cared for by Mo Chuan. She gently clutched Mo Chuan's collar and quickly said, "No... don't dislike me... I just want to remember Mo Chuan forever..."
Seeing Mo Chuan still silently bandaging her wounds, Tang Jingjing tentatively asked, "Mo Chuan, are you worried about me?"
"Otherwise? You're so troublesome, I should punish you!" Mo Chuan replied, his voice still carrying a trace of anger.
However, in Tang Jingjing's eyes, Mo Chuan's expression told a different story.
Tang Jingjing leaned her face gently towards Mo Chuan's, then pressed her fair, jade-like cheek against his.
Then, in a soft voice, she said, "Mo Chuan~ Don't be angry anymore, I know I was wrong~"
Hearing this, Mo Chuan almost lost his soul (I'm the warden of souls, damn it!)
Damn... that voice, so charming and soft to the bone, Mo Chuan almost couldn't control himself.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" Mo Chuan asked, looking at Tang Jingjing.
"Mmm... I shouldn't have hurt Mo Chuan~" Tang Jingjing thought hard and said softly.
"Wrong answer, it's not!" Mo Chuan looked at Tang Jingjing speechlessly, thinking she would realize her mistake, but unexpectedly, her thinking was so peculiar.
Of course, what she said wasn't wrong, but in the eyes of a yandere, why should one care about oneself? Shouldn't one dedicate themselves entirely to the one they love?
Mo Chuan curved his finger and gently tapped the top of Tang Jingjing's head.
"Mmm... don't hit my head, I'll get stupid~" Tang Jingjing blinked her eyes and said innocently.
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This... ah, this...
Is this 10086? Why is this yandere evolving towards a loli? Waiting online, urgent, urgent, urgent, I am the king of urgency.
But I only lightly tapped her head, it shouldn't be this much, right?
Mo Chuan inexplicably recalled that sentence:
"At that time, I was in my teens, and someone slapped me hard."
"Think about it... how much psychological damage can a slap do to a child in their teens?! (Covering face and crying)"
But the key is, I didn't slap Tang Jingjing, and I wouldn't dare to!
Mo Chuan calmed himself down and asked again.
"Do you know what your mistake is?" This time his voice was gentle.
"Don't know~" Tang Jingjing shook her head slightly.
Hey! Why can you say that so righteously?!
Mo Chuan sighed helplessly, indulgently reaching out to stroke Tang Jingjing's hair, and said softly, "Your mistake is not cherishing your body, your mistake is that you shouldn't hurt yourself."
Tang Jingjing enjoyed the feeling of Mo Chuan stroking her head, her eyes lazily squinted, and it was unclear if she had heard him.