You Don't Have A Chance

Huanhuan struggled. "Let go of me!"

"This is your only chance. Are you really not going to kill me?" Xing Chen's voice was like a demon's, filled with ghostly temptation.

Huanhuan was forced by him. "Do you want to die that badly?"

"Ever since you appeared, my mood has been fluctuating. I can't control my emotions. If this continues, I'll definitely become a stranger to myself. I hate this feeling of losing control." Xing Chen stared into her eyes, refusing to let her avoid his gaze. "If you can't kill me now, I'll have to kill you. That way, you'll stay with me forever and never leave."

Huanhuan's voice trembled. "You lunatic."

"I'm not only crazy, I'm a monster too." Xing Chen smiled like an otherworldly angel, but every word that came out of his mouth was laced with poison. "You can kill a monster like me by penetrating my chest and crushing my heart. Are you going to do it?"

Huanhuan's limbs turned cold.

She didn't know what to do.