Chapter 8 Scissors Blood "Can I cry like this there too?"...

Chapter 8:

The throat tightened and tightened.

I wanted to scream and tear myself apart, but my body felt like it was sinking in the deep sea, unable to move.

He pushed his hand out, pressing against Yu Peizhi's chest with force.

But, in vain.

All Zhui Lian could say was, "No... No."

Yu Peizhi looked down at her with a hint of cat-and-mouse interest in his eyes and asked, "Why?"

He thought Zhui Lian would not respond.

At this moment, she was in his arms, and the more she pushed, the closer he got.

The other person's hand, which was able to catch his breath, was clutching the leather armrest of the sofa, trying to find a sense of security. He seemed extremely afraid of him.

He curled his lips and wanted to stop there.

However, the person in his arms suddenly let out a very light voice - "It doesn't look like..."

“No…that’s not right…”

Then, even lower and more erratic, "It's becoming more and more like..."

Is it...? Not... like...?

Not…like…him.

The more...like...him.

Then use it up.

Melting, crying, begging for mercy.

Will I still think of "him" like this, or will it still be "him"?

It's me who's always by your side...

It was as if an invisible thread was tightening around Yu Peizhi's body, and he froze in an instant.

He tilted his head and smiled: "Wife."

He called Zhui Lian in such a soft voice.

But the next moment, it was like a piece of light paper, pressed into the sofa by a huge force.

And above, the man's entire body pressed down heavily.

The shadows are deep, thick and difficult to dissolve.

Like a beast hunting its prey, he propped himself up above Zhui Lian, completely swallowing up the faint light around him.

Her vision was also obscured.

The huge sense of oppression almost sucked out the air around them.

Yu Peizhi's voice slid down his earlobe, as light as if it were nothing.

But those gentle words carried a more terrifying tone: "Baby, it can be used up. It's still a long time before dawn..."

Light yellow fabric, stacked.

The hot fingertips pressed and rubbed the skin below the collarbone.

The glaring white gradually turns red, eye-catching.

——In this scene, the mist in front of my eyes instantly spread and surged.

Yu Peizhi's leaning face twisted and dissolved, penetrating into another overlapping picture from many years ago.

The sofa was equally cold, the cool leather pressing against my back.

The shadows were just as thick, and there was no escape.

But the difference is that the smell of absinthe permeates the luxuriously decorated living room.

Spicy and strong.

The dead man was very close to her, and the smell of the cold and astringent medicinal wine was also very close to her.

The smell penetrated her nostrils and choked her head. She was suppressed by the dead man.

The collar of his expensive shirt was askew, and his lips and teeth were attached to her neck and shoulders.

——Pain, branded.

Arrogant, overbearing, and mean.

The dead man in his youth had made no secret of his predatory nature.

He was mumbling something incoherently, but Zhui Lian had no time to listen. She struggled, but it was in vain.

My eyes were blurred with mist, and a teardrop fell, as if it had burned the dead man.

"Why are you crying?"

The young man raised his pale neck, his features thin and slender. The dead man sighed, reached out, and impatiently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "So annoying."

So the madness of that night finally ended here.

The next morning, he regained consciousness and resumed his arrogant demeanor as a young master, showing utmost disdain for her.

He almost fled, quickly packed up his meager luggage, left the Pei family, which was like a golden cage, without looking back, and fled from Xiting High School.

Then, Xunli, with Xunli's help...

"Ah..." The husband above let out a distorted sigh-like moan.

"Good baby, good baby, so pitiful... why are you crying again?"

He used the tip of his tongue to wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, with a look of pity, "Be good, don't cry, don't cry."

The mist in front of my eyes suddenly dissipated.

Nightmare and reality overlapped with each other.

Zhui Lian's hand dropped down, and she groped carefully on the ground. Suddenly, her fingertips touched the cold metal - it was the scissors!

The huge fear instantly broke through the dam of reason.

She clenched the cold metal object tightly.

In front of him was Yu Peizhi's face leaning closer. The other party uttered another "ah", seeming to be more sympathetic: "Bad baby, why are you still crying? You are not listening."

The water color was on his fingertips.

Then, he slowly raised the fingertips to his lips.

He stuck out the tip of his bright red tongue and licked it very slowly, coaxing: "There...you should cry like this too, okay? Hmm?"

Hiss!

The sound of a box being torn open.

Puff!

The sound of scissors piercing flesh.

——Something warm and sticky splashed on Zhui Lian’s cheeks and neck.

Yu Peizhi's forearm in front of him was bleeding profusely.

His expression suddenly became confused.

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The smell of rust is strong and heavy.

Yu Peizhi's movements suddenly stopped, and his expression of pity and coaxing was frozen and shattered.

He lowered his head and looked at his right forearm.

The crooked metal scissors handle pierced the skin, and bright red liquid gushed out and slid down.

One drop.

Another drop.

It hit the carpet heavily, leaving a deep mark that slowly expanded.

That sinister and crazy aura has faded away.

All that is left is the childish confusion and helplessness.

Yu Peizhi slowly raised his head, shifting his gaze away from the wound, and glanced around the living room in confusion.

On the ground was an open cardboard box, which seemed to contain some boxes.

On the sofa was his disheveled wife, curled up motionless.

Finally, his gaze fell back on Zhui Lian's face, and the madness in his eyes faded away completely, leaving only pure pain and deep apology.

"Pity...pity?"

Yu Peizhi's voice was dry and hoarse, as if it came from far away. "What happened?"

He spoke again, his voice so weak it sounded like a dream: "What...what did I do? Did I...hurt you?"

Zhui Lian ignored him. Her long curly chestnut hair covered most of her face, making it impossible to see her expression. One could only see her trembling back.

Yu Peizhi covered the bleeding wound and stumbled towards the locker to look for the medicine box.

His movements were clumsy, and he struggled to tear the bandage with his teeth. After bandaging his wound hastily, he wanted to walk towards Zhui Lian.

After taking a few steps, Zhui Lian, who was still curled up in the corner of the sofa, suddenly turned his face to the side.

She pushed aside her long chestnut curly hair and held the bloody scissors tightly in her hand, pointing them directly at him.

"Don't come over here!" Her soft voice suddenly became sharp and shattered, "You are not Pei Zhi!"

Yu Peizhi's already pale face became even paler.

He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles twisted and white from exertion, and slowly knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa, a few steps away from her.

Blood dripping.

In his kneeling position.

"It's me, Lianlian..."

"It really was me, but I don't know...I don't know what happened just now."

He covered his forehead in pain, his fingertips still stained with blood from his forearm, "My mind... is blank..."

Zhui Lian took a deep breath, pointed the tip of the scissors at the ground, and then immediately turned it back to aim at Yu Peizhi.

Yu Peizhi's gaze followed the direction of her scissors.

On the ground was an open cardboard box, and the stacked colorful boxes were also splattered with blood, which was glaring.

"This thing..." His expression was full of confusion. "Baby, why did you buy so much of this? Is it because... you haven't been using it often enough lately?"

Zhui Lian looked at the almost seamless confusion and doubt on his face, and felt a despair that almost tore her apart.

"You just said it yourself!" She screamed in frustration, her voice hoarse. "You bought it! And you even wrote my name on it! You said it!"

Yu Peizhi's usually gentle voice suddenly rose, mixed with incredible shock: "I've never bought it!"

"Really...really..." His voice dropped again and he frantically reached for his cell phone in his trouser pocket.

He tapped his finger on the screen, opened the shopping app, and was looking for the order records.

After a few seconds, he seemed to have lost all his strength.

The phone slipped from his bloody hand and clattered to the carpet.

The screen is still on—

The order details page clearly shows the recipient: Zhui Lian.

Purchase time: three days ago.

"How could it be..." He muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused, "I...I don't have any impression at all."

Fear and confusion surged into his heart, seeming to overwhelm Yu Peizhi.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes unconsciously moistened, and then he rushed forward and hugged Zhui Lian tightly on the sofa!

A strong smell of blood wafted from the arms that held Zhui Lian. She struggled violently, and the scissors turned, about to pierce his flesh again.

She screamed, "Let me go! You lunatic! Let me go!"

"No! I won't let go!"

Yu Peizhi hugged her tighter, his voice trembling in her ears, with a choked cry, "Baby, I'm sorry... I didn't know... I really didn't know."

"I might be sick... There's something wrong with my brain..." He spoke incoherently, "Let's go to the hospital, early tomorrow morning... Let's go see a doctor, okay?"

His assurance sounded incredibly sincere and tinged with great pain.

The sound that kept ringing in Zhui Lian's ears was almost like a humble plea: "Please, Lian Lian... don't push me away... don't push me away..."

A desperate embrace, a chaotic confession.

All of Zhui Lian's struggles were gradually dissipated and left with only the instinctive stiffness of his body.

After a long time, it was so long that the blood in Yu Peizhi's arm seemed to flow slower.

"...Okay." She finally spoke again, her words so light that they sounded like a sigh.

Yu Peizhi loosened his grip a little, but still held her in his arms, his forehead against hers, breathing rapidly.

"Really?" He seemed to be in disbelief and wanted to confirm it again with hope.

Zhui Lian nodded, and her next words were filled with extreme fatigue and tentativeness: "But I'll accompany you to see the doctor tomorrow. I have an animal protection event to attend this afternoon."

Yu Peizhi's body paused almost imperceptibly.

But then, he nodded gently, with tears still hanging on his fluttering eyelashes.

But the words were full of gentleness and understanding: "Okay, baby, you go. Activities are important, and you have to have fun."

Zhui Lian hummed, and just as she was about to ask Yu Peizhi to let her go, she heard the other party's slightly expectant voice again: "Lian Lian, will you come home for dinner tonight?"

She looked up.

There was a smile blooming on Yu Peizhi's face, which looked very much like her Xunli.

But would Xunli also be so pale and weak?

When the car accident happened, he was lying in a pool of blood, with his face also completely bloodless? Zhui Lian thought dazedly.

So she hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"Really?"

Yu Peizhi looked very happy. As he spoke, he used his uninjured left hand to gently brush away the hair on Zhui Lian's forehead that was stuck with cold sweat and tears.

The action was extremely natural, like comfort and like a habit.

His voice was very gentle: "Then I will go home and wait for you, and make you your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

But the fishy smell of the bloody fingers still rushed into Zhui Lian's nostrils, choking her.

Only the aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs diluted everything——

That is actually Qiao Xunli’s favorite dish.

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