Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

Her fingertips gently held his hand, and the cold touch penetrated every inch of his skin.

"Are you lying to me?"

She continued, her tone did not change much, and the simple sentence made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.

Shen An suddenly felt a chill on his back, and his fingers trembled slightly unconsciously.

He wailed in his heart, but forced himself to make his voice sound normal:

"Shuangxue, you misunderstood, how could I lie to you?"

Ling Shuangxue did not speak, but just tilted her head slightly.

Her fingers relaxed a little.

But the invisible sense of oppression still lingered around him, like a poisonous snake tightly wrapped around his throat.

"Okay, I believe you."

Shen An's heart suddenly relaxed, and he still maintained that fake and gentle smile.

"Shuangxue, can I play a song for you?"

Ling Shuangxue nodded slightly, with a faint smile on her face:

"Of course."

She loosened his collar and turned to walk towards the guqin room.

Shen An followed her, but he still had a heavy heart.

When the door was opened, the guqin was quietly placed in the center of the room.

The blue body of the guqin was slightly shining with cold light.

He walked forward, gently stroked the strings with his fingers, and shouted in his heart:

"System, transmit quickly!"

However, the voice of the system suddenly jumped out, with a hint of hesitation and embarrassment:

"Host, it's not right, it can't be transmitted... This guqin is fake."

Shen An's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and the smile on his face almost couldn't hold back.

His fingers were stiff and stopped above the strings.

Ling Shuangxue's voice came from behind:

"Aren't you going to play for me?"

Her tone was still gentle, but Shen An could feel the chill coming again.

"Of course, Shuangxue, I'll play for you right now."

Shen An gritted his teeth, resisted the collapse in his heart, and gently plucked the strings with his fingers, but there was only one thought in his mind:

It's over, it's cold.

The original owner's real guqin must have been hidden by Ling Shuangxue.

The song ended, the sound of the guqin disappeared in the air, and then returned to silence.

Shen An was about to get up, but he glanced at Ling Shuangxue leaning towards him.

Her snow-white and slender neck line looked particularly cold and beautiful under the dim light.

A faint and inexplicable smile appeared on that beautiful face.

The ice-blue pupils were like a calm lake, bright as the moon, cold and intimidating.

However, the madness behind this "cold beauty" reveals nameless throbbing and fear.

Ling Shuangxue's long hair brushed across his shoulders, lifting up a faint fragrance that seemed to be urging him to die.

A bone-chilling coldness, but wrapped in a sweetness that made people slightly distracted and elusive.

She reached out and easily grasped Shen An's wrist.

The slender white fingers were cold, and she lifted them lightly, and Shen An's wrist lifted with her strength.

At this moment, he seemed like a puppet being manipulated, with no initiative.

Ling Shuangxue slowly pulled him up completely, and he was only an arm's length away from her.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and the sharp sneer was full of an indescribable possessiveness.

"Your piano skills are still as charming as before."

"Your Excellency is too kind."

Ling Shuangxue's eyes were dim, with a faint smile, as if she had no malice.

But Shen An felt a chill that penetrated his bones slowly invading his whole body.

"Shen An."

She called his name softly in a voice that sounded like whispering in a dream, and slowly approached.

Before he could react, she had leaned over and gently hugged him.

The movement was so gentle that it seemed as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

But even so, the touch was so cold that his whole body stiffened, as if he was wrapped in a layer of frost.

Shen An tried to step back a little, but found himself in her arms.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing..."

"Don't move."

Ling Shuangxue whispered softly, her voice was like a breeze, and there was a kind of almost morbid persistence in her softness.

Ling Shuangxue slowly let go of him, with a hint of a smile on her lips.

Her fingertips gently slid across his back, as if mixed with some bewitching deep meaning.

She did not rush to answer, but lowered her head and looked him thoroughly.

"What are you nervous about?"

She raised her hand slowly, her fingertips were cold, but she brushed the back of Shen An's hand intimately.

Suddenly, she pulled him up, gently close to herself, and then hugged him again.

"You can hide nothing in front of me, Shen An."

Shen An almost couldn't hold back his humble and gentle expression.

But he was madly complaining in his heart:

"Nothing to hide? You say that so easily! If I dare to hide nothing, I'm afraid I'll lose my life!"

On the surface, he still maintained his respectful look, with a gentle smile on his face and a steady voice:

"Your Majesty, how could I hide anything from you?"

"You trust me so much, I naturally dare not hide anything."

"Shen An, you know, I don't like lies."

She didn't say anything more, but moved closer gently, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist.

Before he could react, he was gently hugged by her and pressed against the cold book.

"It's just..."

Ling Shuangxue's voice was still soft, with a hint of a smile.

"If it's you, then it's okay."