Villain: The scumbag heroines are all yanderes

"Huihui, who is this child?" The old woman looked at the unconscious man lying on the bed, her face full of doubts.

According to her Huihui's character, she would never bring a strange man into her home. Could it be that...

The old woman said in surprise: "Huihui, he is your boyfriend!"

Yang Zihui was left speechless by her mother. She rubbed her temples and said, "Mom, how old am I? How can I find a boyfriend?"

"How old are you? You are already 18, and you have reached the age to find a boyfriend." The old woman looked at the unconscious man on the bed, with a smile on her face: "Look, what a handsome boy, he deserves it." Come to my house, Hui Hui!"

"Mom, I really don't..."

"Huihui, mom is going out first. You can show my children that they are tired. Please be nicer to them in the future." The old woman quietly exited with a smile on her face and closed the door.

Yang Zihui was so angry at her mother that she sat on the bedside and poked the man in the heart: "It's all your fault! I've been unlucky since I met you!"

"First it's [-] yuan for living expenses, and now I'm misunderstood by my mother. Ugh! I'm so angry!" Yang Zihui's face turned red with anger, and she stabbed the man's face hard with her hand.

"Tsk, how can a man's face be so soft..." Yang Zihui supported her head and poked her face full of collagen.

"Ah, I forgot to boil the medicine for you!" Yang Zihui pouted, "Ah, ah, how annoying!"

Looking at the precious medicinal herbs, Yang Zihui felt a pain in her body. She gritted her teeth and boiled the potion.

"This bowl costs two hundred." She held the Chinese medicine carefully, "Don't spill it, it's all money!"

Put the medicine bowl on the table, take out a small spoon, scoop a spoonful into the man's mouth.

"Ah ah ah, why are you vomiting out! No... don't vomit anymore, these are all money!" All the Chinese medicine that was put into the man's mouth was vomited out, Yang Zihui was crying, and she had no hope for life.

With red eyes, Yang Zihui reprimanded the unconscious man: "Hey, don't push yourself too hard! If you don't cooperate again, I won't care about your life or death!"

She scooped up another spoonful of Chinese medicine and carefully put it into the man's mouth. Then she blocked the man's mouth with quick eyes and hands: "If you still want to spit it out, swallow it!"

"No, the nose must be blocked too!" Yang Zihui's eyes were shining, and her other hand pinched the man's nose tightly with lightning speed.

"Plug up all your holes and see how you leak out!"

The man was breathing hard and his head was shaking violently, but he was still allowed to break free, and the bitter potion flowed out again.

"Uh ah ah ah!" Looking at the Chinese medicine on the bed, Yang Zihui felt a little uncomfortable. She pointed at the unconscious man with red eyes: "You...you...you are the one sent by God to punish me, right?"

"I don't care if you like to drink or not!" Yang Zihui slammed the door and walked out, sitting on the chair in an aura, muttering: "Who are you? It's amazing to be in a coma, but you can just drink the medicine if you are in a coma!"

"You didn't take the medicine yourself, so you deserve to die!"

She lay on the table, her beautiful eyes trembling a little: "It won't...it won't really die, will it?"

She hurriedly returned to the room and saw the man still in the same posture, lying peacefully on the bed.

She looked at the Chinese medicine that was almost cold, and then at the man who was almost cold.

"I... let me tell you first, I didn't want to kiss you. Don't blame me when you wake up. And... even if you kiss me, it will be my first kiss. You should owe me!"

"Anyway...anyway! In short, you owe me more than just one thousand one hundred! Did you hear that?"

Yang Zihui gritted her teeth and took the drink into her mouth. Looking at the man's handsome face, her cheeks felt a little hot. She slowly aimed at the man's lips and poured all the Chinese medicine into the man's mouth.

"Haah——!" Yang Zihui suppressed her blush, "It's so... so painful!"

This time, the man did not spit out the Chinese medicine.

By repeating this process, a large bowl of bitter Chinese medicine went into the man's mouth.

Yang Zihui's face turned red and she wiped the corners of her mouth: "Uh, it's so bitter... I don't know if the efficacy of the medicine has been reduced."

"After taking it internally, according to the old man, you should...apply it externally." She scratched her head and looked at the shriveled herbs, "It has to be crushed before it can be applied externally."

She pounded all the herbs and ground them into powder, leaving only the last step.

"Put it on your body..." Yang Zihui's cheeks turned red and she carefully untied the man's clothes.

Gritting his teeth, he took off all his clothes and said, "Uh-huh! I kissed you and looked at you! In short, you have to be responsible for me when you wake up!"

She smeared the thickened medicine on her hands and spread it evenly on the man's cracked wounds little by little.

"Hmm..." The touch under her hand made Yang Zihui purse her lips. This was the first time in eighteen years that she had touched a strange man's body.

The man's figure is well-proportioned, his skin is smooth and delicate, and it feels like he is touching fine silk.

"I...I'm not clean anymore!" Yang Zihui blushed and applied herbal medicine on all the bruises on the man's body.

After finishing all this, Yang Zihui looked at the man's face and pouted: "Go inside, this is my bed."

She pushed the unconscious man inside and lay beside the bed, wanting to rest. However, the gradually even breathing of the man next to her made her a little restless and she could not fall asleep.

"What kind of bad luck have I got?" Yang Zihui covered her face, feeling very shy.

"Just think that there is a corpse next to you, a corpse next to you... a corpse next to you..."

Yang Zihui forcefully told herself not to think wildly, just as she kept giving herself psychological hints.

Suddenly an arm was placed around her waist. Yang Zihui's breath was stagnant, and she turned back stiffly, just in time to face the man's delicate and beautiful face.

The man was still sleeping, but he had just turned over and his arms were resting on her body.

Looking at the man's sleeping face, Yang Zihui's eyes trembled, and by some strange combination of circumstances, she took the initiative to kiss the man's lips.

"Wait, what am I doing!" After realizing it, Yang Zihui felt very ashamed and rolled around on the bed.

With this roll, he rolled directly into the man's arms.

The front part of the man's arm had no support and drooped down. By coincidence, he hugged Yang Zihui in his arms, and his hand happened to fall there.

Yang Zihui's eyes widened for a moment and she held her breath. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She wanted to break free from the man's shackles, but found that even if the man was unconscious, his strength was amazing, and she couldn't break free at all.

"It's... so unlucky..." As sleepiness struck, Yang Zihui gave up her struggle and huddled in the man's arms, feeling a hint of warmth.

"Tonight...that's it..." Yang Zihui slowly closed her eyes.

In this warmth, he gradually fell into sleep.