Chapter 8

I thought I heard it wrong.

I miscalculated! This little killer is a pervert, hiding too deeply! Ask me to bark like a dog, the best I can do is meow like a cat!

My eyes fixed on him intensely. Normally, if someone were to be stared at silently like this, they would be unable to withstand the killing blow. But this young man was no ordinary person. He was a killer, and he must have experienced many brutal stares.

So my pretending to be profound gaze is childish. After all, I am just a place where I store my skills, but I don’t know how to use them, and I don’t have any murderous intent.

"So, you want me to bark like a dog?"

"I want to hear it."

“…”

I don't know if he's just not romantic enough, or if he has some other interest. Do he and his white moonlight like to do this kind of thing? At this moment, I started brainstorming, thinking a lot, but I couldn't guess.

Why am I still trying to figure him out, tsk.

You say he was humiliating me, but he didn't have the kind of ridicule and playfulness that a junior high school boy would have. You could even say that he was serious but with a hint of expectation.

Maybe, he and Bai Yueguang played very boldly.

Wild, baby.

I, Qin Xiao'e, am flexible and my life is in their hands. Can a mere barking of a dog or two frustrate me?

Not only can I imitate a dog's bark, but I can also bark in my own style.

I cleared my throat and first made two crisp puppy sounds, then lowered my voice, from the short puppy bark to the muddy and powerful howl of a big dog.

The control of the sound is quite realistic, thanks to the Chinese pastoral dog raised by my cousin's husband.

It was as if I had seen something surprising. This time, I didn't need to think too much about it. I could directly feel the boy's excited mood, even though his expression was still indifferent.

Chu Yingyu took my hand, squeezed it, and rubbed my head and chin. I whimpered in agreement, playing this three-year-old dog game with him.

My wrist was pulled, a cold wind blew on my face, and I lost my balance and fell into the boy's arms. He held me tightly, as if cherishing me, and my heart was in turmoil.

I was pecked lightly on the cheek, and this time I was really furious, with all my hair standing on end. Seeing Chu Yingyu relaxed and wanting to kiss me again, I opened my eyes wide and covered his mouth with both hands.

"Please be kind!" I shouted in horror and flattery.

Oh my God, with half of his face covered, the boy's eyebrows and eyes are more prominent. The double eyelids, the upturned eye corners, and the fluttering eyelashes make people feel itchy.

Just when I thought I was immune to his face, God would give me a hard blow.

It is impossible for a person who loves beauty to have a calm mind!

We looked at each other in bewilderment. My discomfort with Chu Yingyu, the killer in question, reached its peak, eliminating all my wild thoughts, such as the second round of rebirth, the love heartbeat game, and the strategy to capture the Demon King...

Only the substitute is the most accurate, so who do I resemble?

"I have a question."

I'm almost asking a hundred thousand whys!

"Which of your white moonlights do I resemble? The gentle lady, the lively sister, the aloof aunt, the passionate childhood sweetheart, or..."

"dog."

“…”

"My little white."

“…”

As if he was afraid that I didn’t understand, he also mentioned his name.

Are you Crayon Shin-chan? Your Xiaobai? No way, no way, his white moonlight is a white dog. I must have misunderstood something.

After calming down, I decided to be frank with him, "I am indeed a substitute, but I don't look like a human. I look like your little white dog, right?"

"Eyes, very similar."

“…”

I suspect he insulted me, but I can't see any evidence from his face. No one has ever said I look like a dog, but if you say humans resemble certain animals, it's not impossible.

I had prepared myself for a heartbreaking and painful love substitute, but I never expected it to be a dog.

Now all the confusion has been solved. Why did he touch my head, scratch my chin, and stroke my back? Why did he repeatedly hallucinate that he was a pet?

It's normal to think of yourself as a puppy.

Kiss, hug, and lift your pet up high, bathe it in the tub, feed it, and show it all kinds of thoughtful care...

It's because I was young and careless that I couldn't understand the thought process of this ancient young killer, or it's because I lacked experience.

If I could smoke, this would probably be something I wouldn't understand even if I smoked a cigarette all night. I'm a beautiful young woman, not a celestial substitute, but how could I be a dog?

I couldn't figure it out, so I began to doubt this illusory world.

I am a young and beautiful female college student, and I am a substitute for a little white dog.

What a sin!

Perhaps because he saw that I was visibly withered, Chu Yingyu held up my face and asked simply.

"Unhappy?"

"You're happy being a dog, but I say you look like a big fat pig!"

"I don't look like a fat pig."

“…”

Damn it! I'm discussing this with you!

"My Xiaobai is fine."

I pushed his hand away, feeling a little angry. It wasn't that I felt really insulted. Dogs are very cute, and I'm a dog lover too.

I just feel like I’m a moron for thinking so much before!

After a short moment of rage, I turned back and saw the boy's raised hand. It was about to reach for my head, but after I caught it, Chu Yingyu put it back as if nothing had happened.

What's wrong with this feeling of wanting to pull a dog's tail?

Thinking about the previous information, I put it together and asked, "Is the Xiaobai you mentioned the dog that was with you on the island when you were shipwrecked as a child?"

"Um."

"How old were you then?"

"About six."

"How big is the dog?"

"A few months."

Wow, Xiaobai and I are childhood sweethearts!

I calculated silently in my mind. Chu Yingyu is not even eighteen years old yet, and only eleven years have passed. If Gouzi lives a long life, he should be able to live until now.

After all, I am just a substitute for Xiaobai, so I'd better ask where the original one is.

"Is Xiaobai still alive?"

Chu Yingyu's eyes were blank. He rubbed his temples, as if reminiscing about the past. If Xiaobai had died of old age, he wouldn't have had this expression that I couldn't interpret.

Or maybe something went wrong along the way.

"It's dead."

The boy in front of me suddenly turned cold, his pupils like cold stars reflecting my face. His gaze made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help but move my butt back a little, my heart in my throat again.

I'm wondering whether I should continue asking. If I don't ask now, it will be difficult to find the opportunity to ask later.

Asking this is also for my own protection. After all, I am Xiaobai's substitute. If the real person can't survive, how can I, a cheap substitute, still survive?

Unless this is a story with a substitute female lead.

"Did Xiaobai die of natural causes, or did he have an accident?" I asked cautiously.

“…”

Chu Yingyu frowned, but still looked at me straight. Perhaps he had never thought of hiding anything on this matter, or perhaps he was too disdainful to lie. He gave me the answer in a slightly dazed and frivolous tone.

"I killed Xiaobai."

I was frightened and jumped up from the mat and stepped back a few meters, instinctively moving away from danger.

This affectionate pet-substitute story has become a thriller/suspense thriller, but it still feels like a horror movie. If I were a young child wandering on an island with a puppy, how could I kill it? How could I bear to kill it?

Companionship is so precious, and the love of a puppy is very pure and passionate. After Chu Yingyu said this, I even wanted to spit on him, but I quickly calmed down and wondered if there was something behind it.

Without knowing the full picture, we cannot be too arbitrary.

Knowing that I was scared, Chu Yingyu glanced at me but didn't say anything. He seemed to be suddenly out of his mind, as if he was enduring something.

"What else do you want to ask?"

I stood at a distance cautiously. "Don't you like Xiaobai? Or has it turned into a vicious dog?"

"It's good, I like it, so I can't live without it."

“…”

I stared in shock at this young man with such a unique way of thinking, not knowing how to refute him for a moment. But after a while, because I read a lot of novels, I strangely understood what he meant.

He has a problem with his thinking!

I tried to understand him and patiently guided him, "So, there's nothing wrong with Xiaobai, and you like him, but you're a killer, so maybe it became your weakness? So you eliminated your weakness."

Chu Yingyu was startled for a moment, and looked at me with his watery, lifeless eyes, as if asking how I knew.

He was quite disgusted by the feeling of having his thoughts exposed by me. As for why I could see that he was unhappy, it was because this guy made his attitude clear directly.

"I don't like you like this."

I quickly stood at attention and lowered my head. He could even kill his beloved puppy, and he was a killer, so what else couldn't he do?

I live my life with my head tied to my belt!

The surroundings were quiet. My breathing betrayed my emotions because of fear. Chu Yingyu looked at me like the King of Hell. Perhaps he was sad too, sadder than Xiaobai's departure, but these were just crocodile tears.

He did it himself.

Can I really change his precarious mindset?

"Then I won't speculate about you. If you don't like it, I won't do it." I said sullenly, not daring to look at him.

"You don't have to guess what I'm thinking."

"oh."

"Because I'm going to do it, I'll just do it."

"Do you want to kill me now?"

"In no mood."

I was relieved that my life was saved. Although I couldn't see through Chu Yingyu, it seemed that he was a man of his word.

"That's why you looked at me and thought of Xiaobai, and that's why you took care of me like this."

"Um."

"Do you miss it?"

"think."

"Why did you decide to kill him?"

"It slows my sword down."

“…”

Pretty killer answer.

It turns out that it’s true that being alive hinders output.

Why bother? I killed him myself, and I missed him so much after I killed him. It's over. I found that I really wanted to ask him how he felt after killing me, whether he had regrets over the years, and whether I wanted to die!

I tried hard to hold back what was in my heart. No, with the current state of our relationship, I can’t test the bottom line anymore!

I can only rely on my innocence to deal with him bit by bit.

Although there is still a lot I don't know about him, I am certain that Chu Yingyu is a killer with a simple personality. He is even unable to deal with complex emotions on a mental level. Speed, ruthlessness and accuracy are the key.

Killing the opponent is more brutal and easier than dealing with feelings. Solving weaknesses is more time-saving and labor-saving than protecting them. You can regret and reminisce, but you must never allow the opponent to slow down your sword.

How did this character develop? It's both simple and terrifying. Did Yaemiya deserve credit for this?

After all this time, it turns out I was trying to capture him! But if the capture turns into love, I will also be killed!

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