Be a paranoid boss in Tianwen

Chapter 130 Those things about Nanxing (4)

The knife is pressing down!

Fu Zhiyu was trembling with excitement!
Suddenly, a slender and beautiful hand was held on his pale wrist. Before Fu Zhiyu could react, the world was turned upside down, and the two had already switched places.

Nan Xing was on top, her slender legs were bent, and with her ankles exerting strength, she pressed hard on Fu Zhiyu's legs.

Flipping her fingers dexterously, after taking away the scalpel, the other hand took advantage of the situation and firmly locked the boy's thin wrists on top of his head.

She looked very thin, but she was like a mountain, pressing heavily on the young man, and bound the young man's limbs with her limbs.

The bleak sunlight elongated the shadows of the two ambiguously.

Being bullied by the young man, Nan Xing's eyes and lips had a vicious smile, and there were tiny spots of light flowing in his eyes, like a thousand-year-old fox that had matured.

Every move is extremely cunning and lazy.

Holding the scalpel, Nan Xing used the tip of the knife to pry open a few buttons of his blood-stained shirt.

But as if deliberately playing with her prey, her movements were very slow, and the slow Fu Zhiyu gradually became angry from embarrassment.

With his hands tied above his head, his posture was too shameful, Fu Zhiyu's face turned red, he glared at Nan Xing angrily, and gritted his teeth:
"You fool me?"

Willfully not vigilant.

Pretended to be asleep.

This woman is really bad!

Nan Xing didn't answer, but the next moment, as if punishing him, he had already picked the tip of the knife on the top button. After breaking the silk thread, the hand holding it wandered under the thin shirt until The side of his heart stopped.

Like a piece of cold snow falling on the red plum.

Fu Zhiyu trembled uncontrollably, blushing even more:
"What the hell are you going to do!"

Not like a psychologist, but more like a female hooligan.

"Be you."

With a narrow and smirk on his face, Nan Xing answered without hesitation, suppressing his voice.

After the voice fell to the ground, the tip of the knife violently picked up the buttonless shirt.

"Tsk, the strike is quite ruthless."

Couldn't help raising his eyebrows, Nan Xing's tone was even more playful.

The body that was originally as flawless as white jade was covered with large and small criss-cross wounds, the beauty was destroyed, and the hideous scars were like dry and cracked earth.

There were fresh wounds on his abdomen, blood had flowed out, and it was these scars that stained his white shirt red:
"It's ugly!"

Nanxing's unceremonious evaluation.

The professor said that she also has a mental illness, which is a kind of paranoia.

But unlike Fu Zhiyu, her paranoia and pathology are within the constraints of morality and law.

However, once it breaks out, it is more dangerous than Fu Zhiyu.

Therefore, Professor Song would often lament that it is fortunate that Nan Xing chose psychology, and that doctors can heal themselves, sometimes it works.

But now, she felt that Fu Zhiyu was the most dangerous.

At least she doesn't make people miserable.

"Beautiful people and things are too vulgar, only blood can sublimate their beauty to the extreme!"

Fu Zhiyu was very angry when he heard that someone said that the work he had worked so hard to create was ugly.

Strange birth, limbs were pressed.

He has no ability to resist.

Hearing this, Nan Xing couldn't help laughing, threw the knife aside, got up from him, glanced at him with a hidden smile in his dark eyes, returned to the chair and sat down, and lit a cigarette by the way.

How can destruction be sublimation.

Only the possession that would rather be broken than broken is sublimation.

For example, to collect a perfect person perfectly and completely.

Sure enough, he's just a little kid~
Getting up from the bed, Fu Zhiyu looked down at the torn clothes, the side of his heart was still red, and the coldness and sharpness of the knife point seemed to be still there.

Fu Zhiyu was annoyed again, and when she saw that his voice fell to the ground for a while, she ignored him, and Fu Zhiyu became even angrier.

With a snort, he pulled out a white shirt from the storage compartment under the bed and changed it in front of Nan Xing.

His body is very thin, with no flesh, but the bones are beautiful, straight and long, like a thin and straight green bamboo.

Sitting on the chair, smoking a cigarette with his head tilted, Nan Xing stared at it with a smile.

Her gaze was so hot that Fu Zhiyu felt like a light was shining on his back, and even his movements became stiff and slow.

!

She seems to be standing still.

It seems to be walking towards him! !

He could hear footsteps and her gradually clear breathing.

Fu Zhiyu's scalp began to tingle.

He's always been unnerving, but this is the first time anyone has made him nervous! !
He wanted to turn around and look at her!

Suddenly, a gust of hot air pounced on his back, like ice thorns. The cold Fu Zhiyu was covered with goose bumps. He took two steps forward abruptly, turned around, his feminine face was full of vigilance and hostility.

And behind him is Nan Xing who is close at hand.

"Are you in love?"

With the cigarette between her fingers, she seemed to have blown the smoke into his back just now.

"?"

Fu Zhiyu didn't know why, so he felt confused and annoyed that he was being led by the nose.

"Talk about the most perfect love, then destroy it, destroy it."

She hadn't tried this type of love yet.

　two perverted love
　　
　
(End of this chapter)