The white moonlight gl

The brain is excited by the thought.

Mo Rantong stared at Feng Qingshui excitedly.

A pair of black eyes are hot and sick.

Killing her, eating her, grinding her into paint to be treasured forever and ever, etc., these weird thoughts that she could only carefully suppress on weekdays, are all due to the turmoil in her heart and the inclination of her brain at this moment. leaked out.

The hands gradually exerted force, and the woman who fell into a deep sleep frowned uncomfortably, as if she was about to wake up.

Seeing this scene, Mo Rantong suddenly came back to her senses, she withdrew her hand as if burned by fire, and immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After all, she changed after she understood why Feng Qingshui wanted to break up. She almost instinctively didn't want Feng Qingshui to see her and choke her again.

"Don't move."

Rubbing her forehead affectionately against the smooth and tender cheeks of the person in her arms, Feng Qingshui turned over while holding the doll Mo Rantong, and continued to put most of her weight on her body.

This is another side of Feng Qingshui that she doesn't even know.

Mo Rantong: "..."

Inexplicably frightened into a cold sweat, Mo Rantong saw that Feng Qingshui was not awake but fell asleep again, first heaved a sigh of relief, and then she was stunned.

The black eyes that had been opened were full of annoyance and dissatisfaction, and Mo Rantong puffed up his cheeks angrily, feeling ashamed for his behavior just now.

Look, it's like this every time, every time she can't do it, obviously she really wants to kill her hiding beside her, but countless times, this person has died countless times in her mind, she didn't Can successfully kill her.

The woman on her body is very soft and fragrant, her nostrils are filled with her breath. At first, Mo Rantong felt uncomfortable being hugged tightly by her as a pillow, but slowly, she fell in love with this close snuggling The feeling of posting is really...

Completely depraved.

"Qingqing, I hate it."

Word by word, gnashing of teeth, how could this person be so annoying?

Always liked her?Isn't it good to set your sights on her?Why are you talking about her?Why do you say you want to kick her to find someone else?Doesn't she know it's driving her crazy?Make her hurt her uncontrollably anymore?

She is willing to be a doll, as long as she doesn't break up or leave, she can give up herself and be her doll for the rest of her life.

She will try her best to suppress those thoughts that want to kill her, and try her best to pretend to be obedient and let her play with her.

As long as she is always by her side.

He hugged Feng Qingshui tightly with his backhand, Mo Rantong grinned, and his tone was very strange: "Please, Qingqing, don't provoke me anymore, okay, you don't know how hard I often suffer, how those things kill you , how to separate and crush your body, and stay with me in another form, fills my mind almost all the time, I will be excited by this idea, and eager to try, sometimes, I will I don't know what I'm thinking."

"While I want to hurt you, I am extremely greedy for your body temperature, your voice, the way you look at me, the tenderness when you touch me, and everything about you, so greedy that I can't accept your death. "

"However, those dark killing thoughts are really everywhere."

"I found a lot of reasons for you not to kill, not to die, to convince myself, for example, you are very interesting, stupid and cute, stupid to die, once you die, no one will like me, pamper me, warm with your own body Follow me."

"Qingqing."

Please continue to like me and indulge me, if not.

"There really is a fierce beast living in my heart. The valve is now in danger. It clamors to break through the shackles and indulge itself. You are the only one."

Mo Rantong's soft murmur was very eerie and terrifying in the silent dark night, and Feng Qingshui, who was deeply asleep and falling into a sweet dream, did not hear it.

If she heard it, she would probably cover Mo Rantong's mouth that scares people to death when she speaks.

Feng Qingshui slept soundly that night after being threatened if the breakup failed, and then resigned to serve the woman who kept pretending to be a dead body.

The next day, she was awakened by the sun.

"Ah."

Slowly trembling her eyelashes, opening her eyelids, Feng Qingshui lazily stretched her limbs, um, Mo Rantong was lying on top of her, unable to stretch.

With a helpless chuckle, Feng Qingshui gave up her movements and began to face the light, squinting slightly to look at Mo Rantong.

Tsk, the white and tender face is flushed, it should be from the sun, their floor-to-ceiling curtains are always half drawn and half left, so that the moonlight and sunlight can shine in, so she stretched out her hand to put the hair on Mo Rantong's cheeks aside, Feng Qing Shui lightly rubbed the baby face with ink dyed pupils with her fingertips, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

Really, Mo Rantong, who was sleeping soundly like this, without that gloomy temperament on his body, really looks like a child.

The strength in her hands gradually increased, Feng Qingshui hummed softly and pinched, Mo Rantong's chin was soft, and carefully separated the two.

Getting out of bed and going into the bathroom to wash, Feng Qingshui thought while brushing her teeth, Mo Rantong is a sickly girl, no matter how well-behaved and quiet she looks, it can't change this.

That's right, sickly.

Feng Qingshui googled Nuo Lan's house, and the answer she got was this.

On weekends and weekends, Feng Qingshui checked the time after washing and changing clothes. It was a little after 09:30, and there were still ingredients in the refrigerator.

After thinking about it, Feng Qingshui gave up her plan to order takeout or go out to eat, and directly put on an apron to do it.

Both Feng Qingshui and Mo Rantong can cook, and they are both good at cooking. In the past, when Feng Qingshui was busy at work, Mo Rantong was cooking dinner, but now?

Ever since Mo Rantong found out that Mo Rantong would get excited when he touched a knife, Feng Qingshui was really scared to death, wishing to beat up the previous ignorant self.

For the two of them, Feng Qingshui took out a fish, half a chicken, a zucchini, some peppers and vegetables from the refrigerator.

The smell of food wafted into the bedroom, Mo Rantong sniffled cutely, and struggled to wake up.

When she saw that she was the only one on the bed, Mo Rantong clenched the sheet tightly, her mouth was tightly pressed, and her expression was fierce and cruel.

After a while, she gradually relaxed herself, and slowly got up from the bed, expressionless and numb.

"Yo, are you awake?"

From the corner of the eye, Mo Rantong was standing at the door of the kitchen wearing a red skirt. Feng Qingshui raised her eyebrows while cooking: "It's really strange that she is wearing a skirt."

If you don't know, or haven't seen Mo Rantong's real face, Feng Qingshui must be very happy to see this guy wearing a red dress, but right now?

With a gloomy temperament, a face that can't be seen clearly, and a skirt that looks like blood, Feng Qingshui inexplicably feels that such Moran pupils look more like a ghost.

"You don't like it?"

Sensitively aware that Feng Qingshui's mood is not high, Mo Rantong bit her lips: "Isn't it good-looking?"

She thought she would like it.

"Well, it's not very suitable for you, but it's okay, I'll just cut off your bangs after dinner."

Hair style is really important to a person's image and temperament, at least, Mo Rantong is not so beautiful that she looks good no matter what she does.

"Oh."

Before the abnormal factor was mobilized, Mo Rantong was still very obedient and quiet in front of Feng Qingshui.

A pair of clear and pure black eyes were wet, and Mo Rantong looked at Feng Qingshui for a while, then went back to the bedroom, took two black hairpins, and went into the kitchen.

"Huh? What are you doing with the clip?"

Confused by Mo Rantong's movements, Feng Qingshui thought for a while, and guessed: "You want me to help you get your bangs up?"

Seeing Mo Rantong nodding, Feng Qingshui twitched the corners of her mouth, speechless.

By the way, she really wants to shout, you can't do such a simple thing yourself, but thinking about Mo Rantong's delicate nature, and the reason why she did this is to please her, to make her like it, Feng Qingshui wilted up.

"Hey, I'm cooking, and it's inconvenient to have oily fumes on my hands. You go to the living room and sit down and watch TV first. After I finish the meal, I'll make it for you, okay?"

Follow her, don't provoke her.

This is what Du Niang told her.

It is said that doing so can increase the time and chance of surviving in the hands of Bingjiao.

Simply put, Feng Qingshui has always treated Mo Rantong like this, but the underlying meaning of these words can increase the time and probability of survival, doesn't it mean that she will still be killed by the sick girl in the end? Can delay?

Feng Qingshui: "..."

After the three dishes were ready, Feng Qingshui brought them to the coffee table outside, along with two bowls of rice, washed her hands and put her bangs on Mo Rantong.

This time, it's much more pleasing to the eye.

"I want to clean up the house, including the studio, do you mind?" Feng Qingshui asked abruptly during the meal.

This is her home, originally she didn't need to ask Mo Rantong's opinion, but Feng Qingshui has always been considerate and respectful, and would ask every time.

Shaking her head, Mo Rantong stared straight at Feng Qingshui, raised the corner of her mouth and said, "As long as we don't break up, I will always be good."

Feng Qingshui understood some of the vague words.

"Ok."

Without saying anything, Feng Qingshui made up her mind to search the house, especially the studio, to see if there were any dangerous items hidden in Mo Rantong.

"Qingqing can also clean up the house opposite."

Mo Rantong is not a fool, so she naturally knows Feng Qingshui's purpose for doing this. However, she has never had any secrets in front of Feng Qingshui, and she has nothing to hide, except for her dark and rotten heart.

However, now Feng Qingshui knows all about her.

whee.

"Okay, give me the key. I haven't looked at your house carefully yet."

When chasing Mo Rantong, she only went to the living room, kitchen and bathroom of her house, and after that, Mo Rantong moved here.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingshui was very strange, why did she choose to come to her house with her temperament of ink dyed pupils?

After all, shouldn't a strange environment make a person like her extremely uncomfortable, even so restless that she wants to go crazy?

The two chatted one after another, as if nothing had happened, Feng Qingshui first cut Mo Rantong's bangs and nails after the meal, and then she ordered Mo Rantong to wash the dishes and clothes .

As for herself, she began to clean up, focusing on the studio.

The studio was not very tidy, there was a thin layer of dust on the light brown wooden floor, and there was a bright spot in the middle.

Feng Qingshui thought for a while, embarrassing.

This is what Mo Rantong rubbed against yesterday.

Dirty, messy, and dimly lit, Feng Qingshui once secretly lamented that Mo Rantong thought Mao likes to make the studio look like this. Now that she thinks about it, she is really too naive.

The studio is not big, Feng Qingshui locked the door after entering, and turned around while cleaning.

Then, Feng Qingshui soon discovered that, except for some necessary painting tools, there were no weird things in the studio. It was so clean that it was not like a studio that a sickly girl should have.

What about blood?What about the carcasses of small animals?What about the yellowed diary?

This is what Du Niang said, saying that most of the sick and delicate have the tendency to self-harm or harm others. Generally, when they can't control themselves, they will first practice with small animals. After all, in this society with a sound legal system, harm Small animals are much simpler than harming people, and the cost is much lower.

So, Mo Rantong is still very sick?

Suspicious, Feng Qingshui opened the canvas, saw the drawing board, and then said: "..."

There was a long silence, Feng Qingshui felt cold all over her body, and goosebumps all over her body. I saw that on the square drawing board was a painting of her nude and nude. I can't get into this studio.

It made Feng Qingshui very unacceptable. It was Mo Rantong, a bastard who actually painted her with blood all over her body, limbs, neck, and corners of her mouth. As if it was coming out, the smell of blood came to her face. Not only that, Mo Rantong also tied her body round and round with a thick black and thick iron chain.

It is said to be naked and naked, but in fact there are not many exposed parts.

Taking a closer look, Feng Qingshui found that all her limbs in the painting were broken, her two feet were about to be broken, and her hands were separated from her body by half a centimeter.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

There is a saying that MMP does not know whether to say it or not.

Staring at the painting without words, Feng Qingshui finally couldn't hold back, took off the painting, tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

She flipped through Mo Rantong's other paintings, and they turned out to be fine, all normal.

I can no longer regard Mo Rantong as Feng Qingshui who looks at me like a little boy, so I have to suspect that Mo Rantong let her see this painting on purpose.

Its intention is to warn, or just simply to let her understand her heart.

On the balcony, Mo Rantong was standing next to the slightly vibrating washing machine. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the studio with the closed door, and the corner of his mouth hooked happily.

...

When Nuo Lan knocked on the door, Feng Qingshui was looking left and right at Mo Rantong's house, but didn't hear it, it was Mo Rantong who opened the door.

His body froze suddenly, Nuo Lan looked at Mo Rantong warily, and asked coldly, "Where's Qingqing?"

Hasn't he been harmed by this poisonous bean sprout?

Mo Rantong: "..."

The corners of her mouth were tightly pursed and she didn't speak. Mo Rantong didn't like Nuo Lan. It should be said that she didn't like anything except Feng Qingshui.

Whether it's people or things, she doesn't even like painting.

"Hey, Mo Rantong, I'm warning you, don't hurt Qingqing, otherwise?" Seeing Mo Rantong's silence, Nuo Lan panicked, she wanted to grab Mo Rantong's collar, but in Mo Rantong's suddenly violent expression, she backed away took a step.

Mom, what the hell, this woman is a pervert and a psychopath, she's really convinced by Feng Qingshui's aesthetics.

What the hell, this woman looks gloomy and abnormal at first glance, and she looks evil all over. How on earth can she move her hands and mouth?

Resisting the urge to run away, Nuo Lan took out her mobile phone and pretended to be fierce: "You, don't come here, or I will call the police and call 110."

Mo Rantong: "..."

Brushing his shoulder-length black hair, Mo Rantong looked coldly at Nuo Lan's stupidity, suddenly frowned, imitating Nuo Lan's usual tone, and said strangely: "Qingqing, you are so beautiful and good, why are you so beautiful? Will you fall in love with Mo Rantong, a woman who can't do anything and is useless?"

"you!"

Why imitate her?And is it still from her heart?

Startled by Mo Rantong's sudden behavior, Nuo Lan is now really afraid of this woman who looks weak but actually looks like a devil.

She took two steps back, her hairs standing on end.

"I?"

Grimly, he bared his teeth at Nuo Lan, and Mo Rantong changed his face so quickly that even the actor and actress could not catch up.

"Nuo, Lan, you really are playing tricks, trying to separate Qingqing and me."

The malice in his eyes was undisguised, Mo Rantong would even hate Feng Qingshui for speaking ill of her, let alone other people.

He spoke word by word, as if a demon crawled out of hell was claiming his life. Mo Rantong's tone of voice was already weird, and it gave people a feeling of coldness when speaking on weekdays, let alone at this moment.

Nolan: "..."

Feng Qingshui's looking for such a girlfriend is simply cheating friends.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, just as Nuo Lan was thinking about how to go back to be safer, Mo Rantong changed his face again.

She nodded at Nuo Lan with no expression on her face, and went back to the room lightly.

Nolan's question mark made his face dazed.

"Nolan, why are you here?"

Dressed in plain clothes, wearing a paper hat made of newspapers, holding a rag and a mop, Feng Qingshui asked Nuo Lan while locking the door of Moran's house.

"To see if you're dead."

As soon as she saw Feng Qingshui, Nuo Lan immediately revived with full blood. She straddled her long legs and came to Feng Qingshui, lowered her voice and said, "It's too scary, that chick Mo Rantong is so scary, I thought you were just now I was killed by her, and I am about to call 110 to call the police."

"Pfft, is that an exaggeration?"

I couldn't help laughing, Feng Qingshui, who didn't find any abnormalities from Mo Rantong's house, was obviously in a good mood: "She is just a little abnormal than normal people, her symptoms are mild, and they are still controllable, don't worry, she won't hurt me."

"you sure?"

Mild symptoms?Still manageable?

Are they talking about one person?

"Sure, you trust me, okay? Go, go in, the aisle is hot." As soon as the tools were put away at home, Feng Qingshui couldn't wait to take off the paper cap and go to the bathroom. Nuo Lan and Feng Qingshui who entered the bathroom were speechless.

"You want to follow me in the shower?"

Nuo Lan nodded: "Is that okay, I'm afraid of that chick Mo Rantong."

"No."

Looking at Nuo Lan gloomyly, Mo Rantong, who was standing at the door of the studio, said, "I won't allow it."