Chapter 118 Is your illness anxiety?
What the system said was not unreasonable. The yandere value had been decreasing since yesterday. If this continued, Pei Yanchuan should not be as paranoid as in the original plot.
But here’s the thing…
Is she going to capture Pei Yanchuan in front of Yang Cici?
Li Xuanmeng looked at the closed door, turned around and left with a complicated expression.
Damn it, these two people still met.
It really can't be changed.
The system said carelessly: [Host, didn't you say that Yang Cici has that friend? Can she still be with Pei Yanchuan like this?]
Li Xuanmeng paused and took a breath.
It seems so.
Could it be that it happened in the previous life?
In the living room separated by a door, Pei Yanchuan slowly opened the door and walked out of the room.
Yang Cici glanced sideways, then blinked as she sat on the sofa. "I put the dumplings in the refrigerator. Shall we cook them for lunch?"
The man didn't say anything, but walked over silently and stood in front of her. Then he slowly squatted down, carefully held the girl's hand, and looked up at her.
"Ci Ci...don't you have anything to ask me?"
Pei Yanchuan knew that every word Yang Cici said to Li Xuanmeng was actually spoken to him in the room.
Cici has always known that she knows Li Xuanmeng.
——She was pointing at him.
He didn't know when this happened, but Pei Yanchuan felt a panic and his fingertips trembled slightly.
This is even more frightening than the last time I discovered my identity.
He didn't want Cici to misunderstand...especially about Li Xuanmeng.
He doesn’t want to…
Damn this Li Xuanmeng... Damn her! Why did she tell Cici? Why did she say...
He had hidden it so well, but it was all ruined by her, it was all ruined by her...
Cici will find out that he is sick, and she will dislike him...
Pei Yanchuan felt a lump in his throat, breathing became difficult, and his eyes were fragile and trembling.
Why was it that every time he got a little, before he could even warm it up, these people would rush over to disturb him...
Why is it so difficult for him to even be a substitute...
Why……
Pei Yanchuan's eyes turned red, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot.
He slowly knelt on the ground, resting his forehead on Yang Cici's hand, his body trembling, tears rolling down his face, his voice like broken sand grinding in his throat, his words bloody and difficult to pronounce.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
"Ci Ci... I really don't know her. I'm not familiar with her... Please don't trust her, okay..."
"Don't be angry... She and I have nothing to do with each other. I will take care of her. Don't be angry..."
He kept kissing the girl's fingertips, trying to get some warmth. His handsome face now had a shaky and broken feeling. His fingertips trembled uncontrollably, his breathing became rapid, and the rationality in his eyes gradually collapsed.
Yang Cici lowered her eyes and watched the scene.
Hot tears dripped onto his skin. The man looked humble and helpless, not at all like a yandere.
Why is the reaction so big?
...Hasn't she already done it with Pei Yanchuan?
Pei Yanchuan always seemed to forget these things easily, just like last time.
Yang Cici pulled her hand away, held his face in her hands at the moment when the man's eyes fell, and lowered her head to kiss his eyes.
"Pei Yanchuan, my waist is sore. I don't want to bend over. Hold me and sit."
The man's eyes were blurred with tears, but he still stood up in an instant, sat on the sofa and hugged the girl in his arms, then buried his face in the crook of her neck and hugged her waist tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her deeply into his bones.
Yang Cici put her arms around his neck, rested her chin on his shoulder, and touched his hair.
"I'm not angry. If I were angry, I wouldn't have done it with you yesterday."
Pei Yanchuan's pupils were startled, then he pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. He rubbed his nose against her neck and kissed her again. His eyes were filled with dark emotions and he clenched his fists.
He couldn't help but wonder why...
Why does Yang Cici always look so indifferent...
He was afraid that she would be angry, but in fact, Cici was never angry once.
It was as if she didn't care about anything about him.
He cleared his throat, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, his voice dry and choked, "I won't... let her disturb you..."
Yes, Cici has done well enough. She did not look for anyone else, and she clearly told him that she would not look for anyone else. She would not be angry about these things. No matter whether it was deception or concealment, she was not angry.
Her concern and generosity were something he could never grasp.
Is this a preparation to get out of this situation safely?
Pei Yanchuan knew that his thoughts were wrong, but he just couldn't control himself. Anxiety and panic occupied his heart.
He clearly didn't dare tell Cici the truth, but at the same time he hoped that Cici would ask him the truth.
Yang Cici, who felt the man's body shaking even more, said:?
She turned her head and saw Pei Yanchuan still crying. She reached out and wiped away his tears. "Pei Yanchuan, I'm not angry with you."
Pei Yanchuan held her wrist and smiled with his eyes curved, but the smile was bitter and ugly, "I know... Cici won't be angry..."
No matter what he did, Cici would never get angry.
Yang Cici understood what the man meant, because Pei Yanchuan's smile was too forced.
She stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out and touched his face.
"Pei Yanchuan, I only want to ask you one question. Can you answer it truthfully?"
Pei Yanchuan nodded slowly, "Okay."
Yang Cici stared at him quietly and said softly, "Is your illness anxiety?"
In an instant, Pei Yanchuan's pupils shrank suddenly.
He sat stiffly on the sofa, his mind blank and unable to say anything.
Discovered...
Cici knows...
Who said that? Who was it? Li Xuanmeng or Yu Si?
They told his secret to Cici...
The words of denial were stuck in his throat, Pei Yanchuan's face was pale and tears flickered in his eyes.
But the next second, the girl kissed the corner of his lips.
"Don't be nervous. Li Xuanmeng didn't tell me. I guessed it myself."
Yang Cici lowered her eyes, took his hand, and spoke softly:
"Look, Pei Yanchuan, your hands are shaking all the time. Are you scared?"
Pei Yanchuan's lips trembled and twitched: "I..."
He cleared his throat, lowered his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"What if it's...?"
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