Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show

68 “You can’t stop loving me…” (1 / 2)

Silence spread in the hospital room, making everyone’s nerves tense.

Fang Zhou, seeing Qiao Sisi’s appearance, had countless thoughts flash through his mind.

What does she want to do? Why take a knife?

Was it something I said that upset her? But that’s no reason to take up a knife!

“What’s wrong? Do you want an apple? I’ll peel it for you, you love them.”

In the end, Fang Zhou chose the safest approach and tried to take the knife from Qiao Sisi’s hand.

Perhaps Fang Zhou’s words had provoked Qiao Sisi; not only did she not put down the knife, but she also raised a strange smile and slowly approached him.

“I don’t want an apple.”

“I want to eat you.”

Qiao Sisi’s mouth smiled, but her eyes held not a trace of mirth, this incongruent smile easily made one feel danger.

The string in Fang Zhou’s heart immediately tightened.

It’s over, why do I feel like Qiao Sisi is possessed by something filthy, why has she become so strange?

He retreated slowly with Qiao Sisi’s steps, trying to awaken her.

“You’re joking, right? What’s tasty about me, I’m not delicious at all.”

At such a time, surely no one would think that the ‘eating’ mentioned by an ex-girlfriend with a knife in hand, is that kind of eating.

“How would you know if you don’t try?”

Qiao Sisi approached Fang Zhou, her knife slowly lifting in her hand, a hint of madness in her brown eyes.

“If I consume you… you won’t stop loving me.”

Indeed, men only behave when they’re hung on the wall, and Fang Zhou is no exception.

Only by merging completely with her, will he fall in love with her again.

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Without Fang Zhou’s love, how excruciating this world would be.

Her whispers seemed to flip a switch.

Qiao Sisi’s steps quickened, she advanced in a few strides, her madness in her eyes intensifying, almost scorching.

Fang Zhou, seeing her approach, retreated in fear, but unfortunately, his back hit the wall, with nowhere else to go.

The knife raised by the girl reflected a blinding light, shining brightly on his face.

“You can’t stop loving me.”

Qiao Sisi murmured softly, her mind losing all reason, fixated on a single thought.

To gain Fang Zhou’s love, to prevent him from loving another, he was hers.

“You are mine!”

Qiao Sisi’s tone suddenly rose, her movements towards Fang Zhou sharp and decisive!

The small knife reflected Fang Zhou’s panicked face, its sharp tip capable of taking a life in an instant.

Fang Zhou quickly ducked, dodging the knife.

He then hurriedly stepped aside, calling out Qiao Sisi’s name, trying to awaken her.

“Sisi! Wake up! Don’t be impulsive!”

Damn it, he knew nothing good ever came from joining this variety show!

As Fang Zhou internally declared his doom, Qiao Sisi had already caught up, aiming another knife at his face!

“Hey, hey, we agreed not to hit the face!”

Fang Zhou instinctively turned his head, raising his hand to block.

But how could soft skin withstand a sharp knife? Fang Zhou’s hand was immediately stained red.

A sharp pain caused him to gasp.

“Hisss, it hurts, it hurts!”

The red blood quickly soaked through the man’s hospital gown, the torn fabric a testament to the decisiveness of that strike.

More than these, what drew Qiao Sisi’s attention was the red string on his hand.

It seemed to have been worn for many years, its edges severely frayed, even the small leaf attached to it had its natural patterns worn away by time.

Is this red string the very one I gave him back then?

“This… is a gift.”

Her eyes were glued to the string, almost as if trying to see flowers upon it.

Fang Zhou followed her gaze, recognizing the string his sister insisted on wearing when she entered high school.

Before that, Qiao Sisi had indeed given him a similar one.

But after they broke up, Fang Zhou stopped wearing it, and it took his sister’s persistent nagging before he wore hers.

He wanted to tell Qiao Sisi it wasn’t the same one, that this wasn’t the string she gave him.

But the knife in her hand, stained red, warned him to answer along her lines.

At the brink of life and death, Fang Zhou didn’t mind telling a white lie.

He hurriedly said, “Yes! This is the one you gave me, do you remember?”

Two thoughts were fiercely battling in Qiao Sisi’s mind.

One said: He admitted he doesn’t love you anymore, wants to be with someone else, how can this be? Cut off his tongue, so he won’t be able to say he doesn’t love you.

The other said: His words say he doesn’t love me, but his actions clearly show he still does.

Eventually, the latter thought prevailed.

Regaining consciousness, Qiao Sisi’s grip loosened.

“Clang!”

The sound of the knife dropping to the ground also snapped Fang Zhou out of his pain.

With a kick, he sent the knife flying three or four meters away, no longer a threat.

Fang Zhou sighed in relief, his life spared.

Before he could speak, Qiao Sisi’s eyes reddened, and she began to sob quietly.

“I…”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me…”

Her crying seemed to carry endless sorrow, tears streaming down her face like pearls off a string.

Qiao Sisi cried while reaching out to touch Fang Zhou, yet recoiled as if burned, not daring to touch.

“I’m sorry…”

She kept apologizing, a vast fear enveloping her, drowning her like a tide.

She had almost killed Fang Zhou!

The red area on Fang Zhou’s arm kept expanding, the pain seeping into his brain. At this moment, the crying Qiao Sisi seemed like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any second.

He felt a vein throbbing on his forehead, every cell in his body screaming ‘Stay away!’.

Fortunately, Fang Zhou was always a man of stable emotions. Having just escaped the jaws of death, he wasn’t about to trouble Qiao Sisi right away.

Now’s not the time to speak carelessly; it could just set her off again.

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you.”

Fang Zhou tried to steady his emotions, looking at Qiao Sisi with eyes full of calmness, devoid of any resentment.

This tranquility stirred a sense of guilt in Qiao Sisi. She nodded frantically, crying while trying to stop his bleeding with a tissue.

Seeing her clumsy and panicked actions, Fang Zhou felt a twinge of pity, then found it odd. It was he who was hurt, yet it seemed she was the one in pain.

“Why don’t you go and call a doctor for me?”

He felt the wound on his hand was not going to stop bleeding easily.

Qiao Sisi nodded through her tears, “Okay, I’ll go get a doctor.”

Just as she turned to leave, two people entered the room.

Han Xi and Chu Xinran had returned.

“What happened?”

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