He Didn't Mind Being a Pyscho

Qiao Qing froze for a second before she started to push him away, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

"I refuse." Jun Yexuan hugged onto her like she was his lifeline. No matter how hard she struggled, he refused to let go.

Just then, a blade pressed against his chest. Qiao Qing's cold voice arrived right beside his ear.

"Jun Yexuan, you actually think I won't hurt you?"

Jun Yexuan lowered his gaze, looked at the knife against his chest, and grinned.

Qiao Qing looked at him in confusion. She wasn't sure what the meaning of this smile was.

The next second, the hand she used to hold the knife felt tight.

Jun Yexuan had grabbed onto her hand and had stabbed the blade right into his own chest.

Alongside a soft sneer, a blooming flower made out of blood sputtered out. His chest area was immediately soaked by blood.

Qiao Qing blankly stared at her hands that were soaked in blood. Her voice was no longer calm, "Are you crazy?!"