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nThe Zombie King’s Heartthrob Girlfriend (39)

nHis hands grabbed her shoulder. With a single tug, he dragged her back.

nBai Weiwei kneeled on the ground.

nShe looked up in despair. “Song Yunhuan, I like you.”

nThis sentence thoroughly infuriated Song Yunhuan.

nHow could she run away and still say that?

nWith such serious eyes, with such a clear voice.

nAll to fool him!

nSong Yunhuan laughed twice.

nHe didn’t know if he was laughing at Bai Weiwei’s stupid innocence.

nHe continued laughing. He clearly knew she was a liar, but…damn, his soft heart again.

nHe smiled, reaching out, and tore the rest of her clothes.

n“What do you like about me? What do you like about this monster? How can you lie to me about your love, Bai Weiwei, how can you use it to so cruelly fool a man?”

nShe whispered to him, saying she liked him.

nIt was just for survival.

nBecause of the apocalypse, she had no choice but to please him to stay by his side.

nOnce she found a better choice, she ran away.

nHow could he be stupid enough to fall for her?

nBai Weiwei’s clothes were completely stripped off. She was like Song Yunhuan’s little lamb, but even after being forced to this point, she still clung to his hand.

nAggrieved and paled-face, her voice gave a struggling cry. “Can’t you believe in me? I just want you to be human, how could love deceive people?”

nSong Yunhuan pinched her cheeks, curbing her voice.

n“It can deceive. Weren’t you lying to me every day?”

nHis eyes were a storm of violent emotions, not a hint of humanity to be seen.

n“Greedy for life and afraid of death, vain, indecisive1, a woman like you, aren’t you best at cheating men?”

nThe faint light in Bai Weiwei’s eyes gradually faded at his vicious words, eventually disappearing completely.

nShe lay down quietly, her body white like the first snow, her hair enchanting. She was miserable but beautiful.

nSong Yunhuan, this angry beast, had his hunger and appetite flared up at the same time.

nHe wanted to eat her.

nHe wanted to take her, make the stench of someone else’s scent on her disappear.

nShe struggled helplessly, whimpering.

nUnder the white light, Song Yunhuan’s face held a chilling cruelty.

n“I thought you liked me? Then me doing this to you, you must like it very much.”

nHer eyes shed tears. A painful look in her eyes, full of desperation.

nSong Yunhuan grabbed her thighs and forced her legs open.

nSuddenly, Bai Weiwei spasmed.

nIt was a reaction to pain.

nThe smell of blood wafted into the air, sweet and distinctive.

nSong Yunhuan was paralyzed and stopped all his movements.

nHe looked down and finally saw the stubbornness in her eyes, fragile enough to collapse.

nHer hands clutched her abdomen. In her hand, she held a broken-off shard of iron.

nWhen he had used his power, some of the bars had twisted and fallen off.

nAnd this piece, sharp as a knife, plunged straight into Song Yunhuan’s heart.

nWhen did she grab it?

nSong Yunhuan’s mind was blank. He released the hand on her cheek. She gasped and suddenly smiled widely.

n“Song Yunhuan, I like you…”

nShe pushed the sharp iron bar deeper into her stomach, as though she didn’t know pain.

nSong Yunhuan finally shuddered. “Weiwei?”

nBai Weiwei’s eyes were sharp and helpless. She spoke in a weak voice, “Me doing this, are you satisfied?”

nSatisfied?

nHe did want her dead. But…

nBlood flowed everywhere. She tried to finish her sentence, but instead shut her eyes and fainted.

nSong Yunhuan stared at her, dumbfounded. He felt his heart had been dealt a hard blow. He was unprepared for the pain.

nHe couldn’t stop the tremble in his lips.

nBut… why didn’t he feel happy?

n1: 朝三暮四 lit. say three in the morning but four in the evening; to change something that was already agreed upon.↩

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