Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

Before he could react, Ling Shuangxue suddenly exerted force, pressing his limbs firmly on the cold ground, as if she was afraid that he would escape.

Her fingertips were cold, and the force was so strong that Shen An could not move at all.

The sense of oppression seemed to be swallowed up by her.

At this moment, the system suddenly popped up a message. Shen An subconsciously glanced at it and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

[Ling Shuangxue's favorability: uncountable]

[Ling Shuangxue's blackening degree: uncountable]

The value on the interface is no longer a specific number, but a strange blood red.

It's like blood melting on the cold page, thick and unable to dissolve.

Shen An felt the pressure on his body getting heavier and heavier, as if Ling Shuangxue's emotions were completely out of control.

He wanted to break free, wanted to escape from this deadly danger, but was held down by her force, leaving no room for resistance at all.

"Shen An, you are mine..."

Ling Shuangxue's voice echoed in his ears, with undisguised possessiveness and madness.

Ling Shuangxue's body pressed gently on him, and the cold touch was transmitted to his skin through the clothes.

But despite this, her breath was burning hot, occupying all his senses.

Shen An tried to move, but he only felt the stronger pressure from her fingertips.

He was completely trapped, unable to move his limbs.

The whole person was like being bound in the cold ice, unable to break free.

"She is really crazy..."

The Ling Shuangxue in front of him was completely different from the cold and beautiful sword master in his memory.

Her eyes no longer had any of the previous rationality and calmness, only morbid possessiveness and fanatical madness.

Her long hair fell down, gently brushing Shen An's cheek.

The fragrance was no longer the cold and cold he was once familiar with.

It was a sharp floral fragrance with fatal temptation.

Like poison, sweet but suffocating.

Ling Shuangxue leaned close to his face, her ice-blue eyes fell on her.

Her voice was low, with a heart-pounding obsession:

"Shen An, you are mine... You will always be mine."

Shen An tried to turn his head away from her sight, but was lifted up by her fingers and gently turned back.

She bent down slightly, and her cold lips gently pressed against his neck again.

It was like a kiss, not a kiss.

But it was a threat that was not there.

"You left me... for so long..."

Ling Shuangxue's voice was hoarse and broken, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare, but was still immersed in the abyss of the nightmare.

Her lips gently brushed across his neck, as if to confirm that he really existed by her side, not the empty shadow in her hallucination.

Shen An's body was unable to move at this time.

He could feel that every touch of Ling Shuangxue was like a cold dagger.

It brushed across his skin, but with fatal tenderness.

"Why... are you my illusion? Or..."

Her tone was filled with painful doubt.

As if trying to distinguish whether he was a phantom in her dream or a real person.

Shen An could feel her fingers trembling slightly.

But the trembling did not hide her fragility, but a deeper obsession and possessiveness.

His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his breathing was getting more and more disordered.

"Now that you are back... don't ever think about leaving."

Ling Shuangxue seemed to confirm his existence, and her original sadness turned into a twisted joy.

Her cold lips pressed against his again, gently as if to comfort him, but with an uncontrollable madness.