As a yandere, Jiang Muqing was incredibly sensitive to all girls close to me. A normal, academic relationship was romance in her eyes, and triggered her strong negativity. I should have caught that on earlier.
It was all my fault, and none of Mo Shiyu’s.
Jiang Muqing, whatever revenge you have, take it all out on me!
I was prepared.
But I didn’t know what was betted on in the promise, although it didn’t matter what it was. Without freedom, even if we had won, there was no way to resist.
….
I kept yelling, but Jiang Muqing didn’t seem to hear. With her slender arms, she pulled me up and sat me down on a chair.
“Watch.”
The girl spoke icily.
Jiang Muqing took out a red candle, and lit it with a lighter.
The quivering flame didn’t light up the room too much, but it did create an uneasy atmosphere.
What is she trying to do?
Jiang Muqing took the candle, and walked to Mo Shiyu. She held the girl steady with one hand, and waved the candle closer to her face with the other.
The girl’s soft face felt the candle’s scorching heat, and lurched backwards in fear. But it was useless, as she was crushed down on the sofa by Jiang Muqing, and had nowhere to go.
“No!”
I looked upon in horror, and shouted.
“What, are you hurt?”
Jiang Muqing turned her head, and looked at me listlessly.
“This has nothing to do with her, come at me if you want anything!”
“Since Fan isn’t willing, then let’s do some stuff that Fan likes.”
Jiang Muqing laughed coldly.
“What I like?”
What I would like is for you to let us go right now.
Jiang Muqing sized up the girl’s adolescent features, and put the candle on the nearby coffee table. She seemed to have given up on melting her face off.