He stood up, quickly walked to the second floor’s main bedroom, rummaged through a bedside drawer, came back and handed a folder to Jian Ning: “Please take a look.”
Jian Ning glanced at him, expressionlessly took the folder, and lowered her eyes to browse.
It was the same contract as before, but with many added details.
The first thing that caught her eye were the letters S.M., making Jian Ning’s scalp tingle. Her remaining conscience prompted her to question: “Are you sure you want to apply these messy things to yourself?”
Qiao Yu sat coldly nearby: “After reading, memorize it, and please execute it seriously.”
“……”
Fine, what else could she do but obey?
Jian Ning lowered her head again, going through all the clauses.
It required Jian Ning to torture both body and mind, but most importantly, to focus on mental torture – ideally making the alternate personality completely hopeless, with no attachment to this cruel world, wanting only self-destruction.
Jian Ning asked doubtfully: “What if he commits suicide? Wouldn’t that cause significant damage to your body?”
“No,” Qiao Yu said coldly and ruthlessly. “We’ll only stay here for three days. After three days, professionals will come to eliminate him.”
“So,” he narrowed his eyes, coldly staring at Jian Ning: “During these three days, you must make him despair of this world.”
Jian Ning nodded seriously.
Since he’d said so, she should take it seriously: “When will this… alternate personality appear next?”
Qiao Yu suspiciously fell silent.
Glancing at Jian Ning’s slightly swollen lips, he suddenly looked away, pursing his lips and staring at a void point, his ear tips unexpectedly turning red.
Jian Ning: “……”
Jian Ning was confused. Wasn’t his expression saying: “… You have memories of the alternate personality in your mind?”
Qiao Yu fell even more silent, his fingers clenching into a fist, short nails digging into his palm’s soft flesh, his heartbeat skipping a beat under Jian Ning’s gaze.
“… Don’t overthink it,” Qiao Yu quietly took a breath, looking righteous: “That’s the alternate personality, not me.”
Jian Ning: “……”
She originally wasn’t thinking much, but seeing Qiao Yu’s increasingly tense face and his ear tips red as blood, she suddenly became unsure about Qiao Yu’s inner thoughts.
It all felt strange.
