85. Everything is a trap, it’s all fake!
A stack of papers fell into the cabinet like snowflakes because she couldn't hold it steadily.
“Wow!”
She bent down and picked them up with difficulty, stacked them one by one, and nailed them back to their original position with nails.
Standing in front of the mirror in a daze, a pale and frightened face came into view.
He had stood in this position countless times...
What was he thinking when he stood here and looked at himself?
What were you thinking when you posted her photos and blogs on the wall one by one?
What was he thinking when he collected those old things, looked at the walls of photos, and listened to those recordings?
She couldn't imagine it.
It's so cruel!
Sitting on that recliner, I could just see photos of all sizes—countless profiles, front views, and back views, countless skirts and pants suits of all colors, countless expressions…
How could he do such a thing?
It was clearly August, but Chu Yanhui felt like she was soaked in ice water. The coldness penetrated every pore of her body, seeped into her blood and heart, and flowed through her limbs and bones.
She was about to leave immediately, but suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking behind her.
He turned with mechanical fear and saw a familiar man standing in the doorway.
Fu Rongshen looked at her in fear and horror, his hands clenched in the air, and the expensive red wine was shattered under his feet.
The wine was dark red like blood, and it flowed all over the floor, splashing onto the hem of his gray suit pants.
It has a rich aroma of wine.
Meeting those dark eyes, her whole body froze.
All the blood in the body will coagulate.
Her face was ashen, and her hands hanging by her legs were trembling slightly. It was obvious that she was extremely frightened.
"The wild goose returns."
His usually clear voice suddenly became hoarse, as if it had been sanded. His eyes were dark, his face pale.
He didn't care about the broken bottles on the ground, he was filled with panic.
When Chu Yanhui heard the man say these two words, he could hardly contain his fear:
"Don't come over here! Stay away from me!"
"You pervert!"
His heart suddenly twisted in pain, his steps froze, and his eyes reddened. The coolness of his palm, which had held the red wine in the refrigerator, penetrated his skin, chilling his entire body.
"I thought it was right for the two of us to be together, but I didn't expect you to be such a pervert! Spying on me, peeping on me, secretly filming me... You're disgusting!"
"Changing your appearance to suit other people's preferences... You're horrible, you're a complete psychopath!"
Her words of fear and disgust were like knives stabbing into his body, causing him so much pain that he saw stars and couldn't breathe.
"Yan Hui, I——"
The voice was almost mournful.
She rushed out as if running for her life, but he grabbed her arm, and her hair stood on end.
"Don't touch me!"
Fu Rongshen pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. He felt her body trembling violently, and his heart ached. His lips trembled: "You can't leave! You can't leave..."
She struggled in fear and hit his abdomen with her elbow, but his body was as solid as a wall of iron and did not move at all.
"I can't live without you, you are everything to me, please don't leave me..."
His pleading sounded like a knife demanding his life. She could only see the blinding cold light, and was terrified. She just wanted to use all her strength to dodge.
"Impossible! I won't be with a pervert like you, absolutely not!"
His appearance was altered, his gentleness was a learned disguise, and he used various channels to understand her psychology in every aspect, seducing her and making her unable to leave him...
It's all a lie!
It's all a trap, it's all fake!
He held her captive, kissed her desperately, tears streaming down his face, and begged like crazy: "Don't do this, please don't do this to me..."
When the insect's filthiness was discovered by the sun, it was on the verge of death. It kept praying to the sun to have mercy on it and give it a way to live.
"I love you, so much. You can ask me to do anything, but you can't leave me alone... Yan Hui, Chu Yan Hui, I beg you."
Chu Yanhui was filled with fear and disgust, and could hardly suppress her screams:
"I can do anything... Can you just die!"
Fu Rongshen's body froze. He loosened his arms around her, staggered back a step, and stared at her blankly: "Yan Hui, do you want me to die?"
When she met his scarlet, dark eyes, she felt like she had fallen into a deep black hole. She was so scared that her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
He didn't get an answer, but murmured to himself: "I know, I know..."
She took two steps to close the door, and it made a "click" sound that made her scalp tingle.
Her heart was pounding as she stood up and rushed to the door, but she couldn't open it no matter what. The door was unlocked by facial recognition.
She roared in fear: "What do you want to do! Fu Rongshen, let me out!"
Turning around, I found him holding a familiar deerskin dagger in his hand. He walked towards me step by step, muttering:
"I know I'm not what you imagined. Yan Hui, I'm sorry..."
"You want me dead... I won't run away. I can accept it."
His voice seemed to contain a smile, a little sick.
She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she fell to the ground in front of the door. She subconsciously kicked her feet forward to run, but there was nowhere to escape.
"I don't want your life!"
A gloomy atmosphere enveloped him, and the expression on his face was unclear: "Why not?"
"Don't come over here! Ah!"
She screamed and tried to get up, but he grabbed her ankle and threw her to the ground.
He squatted before her, and with his long, pink-knuckled fingers he removed the deerskin sheath from the dagger.
The cold light of the dagger flashed across her eyes, making her shiver with cold and fear surging.
"My dear, do you remember this dagger? You touched it when you visited the exhibition hall during your freshman year. You told your classmates it was very beautiful..."
His urgent voice made her scalp tingle, as if he was looking forward to dying in her hands, as if this was his best destination.
She shuddered, suddenly remembering the expensive sharp dagger.
It has a bleeding trough...
At that time, she told her companions that the blood drain trough was designed in such a way that it would be impossible to kill someone and leave them alive.
The man grabbed her hand and held the hilt of the knife in her hand.
"No! I don't want it!"
She shook it off with all her strength.
But he controlled her arms: "Hold on... okay?"
Her struggle collapsed as he covered her with his hand, tightly gripping the dagger.
The man showed a satisfied expression and smiled lightly: "Good, very good."
Then, holding her hand, he placed the coldly glowing tip of the knife against his heart, stabbing it downwards. The dagger was so sharp that it pierced through his suit jacket almost instantly.
Word by word: "Kill me..."
She used all her strength to stop him. Blood rushed to her face, her neck turned red, and her eyes were bloodshot: "No!"
Breaking down in tears.
"I was just kidding, I don't want your life, no!"
"I don't want to kill you, I just want you to let me go... Don't do this... Fu Rongshen, don't do this!"
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