The silver-haired girl leaned over, the cold alcohol swab brushing against the skin of his arm, and then...
The needle pierced cleanly into his flesh!
Soon, a soft, powerless sensation spread throughout his body.
Fang Qi felt his body go limp; even lifting his arm took immense effort!
Only then did Liguang untie the restraints on his hands and feet, humming a song as she did so.
Losing his support, he slumped onto the bed like a literal puddle of mud.
Fang Qi weakly rolled his eyes.
...This was definitely the same drug from the body pillow ending last time. He didn't expect to experience it again.
After taking a long moment to recover, he shakily sat up with Liguang practically half-hugging, half-dragging him.
His feet stepped weakly onto the concrete floor.
Master, be careful.
Liguang supported his arms. Her voice was gentle, but her movements were unquestionable as she led him toward the sanitary area in the corner of the room, barely partitioned off by a filthy old cloth curtain.
You... get out.
Fang Qi panted, leaning against the cold, damp wall.
But Liguang stood by the curtain, not moving an inch.
Liguang needs to ensure Master's safety.
Her eyes carried an obvious distrust, as well as... a tiny hint of excitement?
Damn it!
What kind of safety do I need to use the toilet!
Fang Qi's face flushed bright red!
Get out! Or else... or else I won't be able to go!
Liguang tilted her head and studied him for two seconds before suddenly bursting into a giggle. Her smile was bright, tinged with a slightly wicked tease:
Alright, alright, Master is so thin-skinned. Liguang will be right outside, so you have to be quick.
She chuckled and pulled the cloth curtain shut.
Fang Qi leaned his back against the cold, hard wall, his chest heaving violently.
The opportunity... had arrived!
Listening intently, he could hear Liguang's soft, even breathing just outside the curtain.
The muscle relaxant made his limbs feel so heavy they didn't seem to belong to him, but... a little bit of movement was still possible.
What he wanted wasn't a real escape, but the act of attempting to escape itself!
This was an act that would cross this crazy woman's bottom line, so she would definitely take action and make him completely lose the ability to flee!
Clenching his teeth, he used all his remaining strength, his fingers digging fiercely into the rough surface of the wall...
And then, inch by inch, he scraped his way toward the door!
Every step drained his strength. Cold sweat quickly beaded on his forehead, and his movements were comically ridiculous.
The filthy beige cloth curtain wasn't thick, and he could faintly see the blurry silhouette of Liguang standing quietly outside.
Closer, even closer...
His trembling fingers were finally about to touch the edge of the curtain—
Swish!
The curtain was pulled open briskly from the outside by a fair, slender hand.
Liguang stood there, no particular expression on her face.
She just tilted her head slightly, taking in Fang Qi's sweat-drenched, miserable appearance.
Master, she spoke softly, her tone as casual as if discussing what to eat for breakfast, are you... trying to get some fresh air at the door?
It's here!
Fang Qi steadied his heart.
Whether he could load his save file depended entirely on this moment!
He straightened his spine, which couldn't really be straightened at all, and squeezed out a complex expression of grief, determination, and unyielding defiance!
With a hoarse voice full of desperate resolve, he said: I'm getting out! I'm leaving this hellhole! Liguang, you can't keep me locked up! Even if I have to crawl today, I will crawl out! Don't even try to stop me!
While roaring out this slightly melodramatic declaration, he used every ounce of his strength to continue toward the door...
Squirming.
His movements were as clumsy as a turtle flipped on its back...
But his eyes were filled with the light of defiance!
Liguang watched his performance quietly, not stepping forward to stop him immediately.
The amusement and teasing in her heterochromatic eyes faded, gradually turning into calmness.
Ultimately transforming into... a faint, imperceptible sense of loss.
Master... she murmured, no matter what, you still want to escape from Liguang's side.
She stepped forward, her pace unhurried.
Fang Qi instinctively wanted to back away!
But his back was already pressed against the cold wall; there was nowhere to retreat.
Liguang slowly crouched down in front of him, her smoky pink skirt spreading out like petals on the dirty concrete floor.
She looked up, her gaze sliding slowly from his eyes down to his calves, which were trembling slightly from overexertion...
Finally, it rested on the back of his left ankle.
Is it here?
She reached out, her cool fingertips lightly tapping the spot over his Achilles tendon.
The pressure was light but incredibly precise, and her voice remained gentle:
Is this... what gave Master the courage to run away time and time again, right?
But the next second, from her other hand resting by her side, a scarlet laser blade popped out from her fingertips with a soft hiss!
The dangerous red light instantly illuminated half of her face!
Fang Qi's breath hitched!
It's coming!
But what is she going to do?!
Chop off his foot?
Please, make it quick, don't let it hurt too much...!
He was still praying in his heart when the laser blade suddenly swung!
Accurately and swiftly, it pierced into the exact spot Liguang's fingertips had just pressed!
Ugh—!
Fang Qi let out a short cry of pain!
The terrifying, agonizing pain he had anticipated didn't arrive.
He felt a piercing pain that instantly penetrated and was quickly withdrawn!
The pain was fast, fleeting, just like an injection.
But accompanied by a very faint snap, a crucial string... was cleanly severed.
He felt the sensation drain from his left foot.
The entire foot lost all support, flopping down limply.
Ah...
His tendon had been slashed!
And here too?
Liguang's voice was almost tender, and the dangerous red glow of the laser blade... had already moved to the inside of his right wrist.
Wait! Liguang...!
This is enough to reload the save!
Don't...!
Sizzle.
A faint but clear burning sound.
The same piercing pain came from his right wrist, and control over his fingers vanished in an instant.
...Damn.
Fang Qi slumped on the floor, devoid of the will to live.
Whatever, it didn't really hurt much anyway.
Let her do what she wants.
Sure enough, the red glow at Liguang's fingertips was still flashing!
Next was his right ankle, then his left wrist.
Four strikes: fast, accurate, steady, without a single wasted movement.
Fang Qi lay paralyzed on the ground, leaning against the wall, his limbs now completely numb and empty.
The red glow at the silver-haired girl's fingertips extinguished.
There was no thrill or excitement of sweet revenge on her face. Instead, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes reddened slightly, misting over with a layer of wet tears.
She stepped forward and carefully, gently picked up the completely immobilized Fang Qi.
Carrying him back to the bed, she laid him down as gently as if placing a fragile item.
Then, she knelt on the concrete floor beside the bed, scooped up his limp, powerless hand, and buried her cool cheek deeply into his weak palm.
I'm sorry, Master...
Her voice was muffled, carrying an uncontrollable, subtle tremor.
Warm liquid rolled down into his palm, drop after drop.
Liguang... was just too scared... scared of losing you again, scared that you would really leave...
She lifted her tear-blurred face, her lips trembling slightly as she tried hard to curve them upward to squeeze out a comforting smile.
But that smile was incredibly shattered, more heart-wrenching than pure crying: "This way... Master will never leave Liguang again, right?"
"Liguang will take care of you... forever and ever... until Liguang's very last screw rusts away, and the last byte dissipates."
Fang Qi looked at her tear-streaked yet still stunningly beautiful face, his feelings somewhat complicated.
Did it hurt? It was bearable.
Was he afraid? Not really.
Did his heart ache for her? His heart ached more for himself!
However, none of that mattered anymore.
Because the irreversible damage he had gambled his four limbs to achieve was already taking effect!
His vision was gradually being swallowed by darkness.
Goodbye, my corrupted little yandere!
Oh wait, it would be best if we never meet again!
Fang Qi slowly closed his eyes, letting his consciousness be consumed.
...
He suddenly snapped his eyes open!
The morning light was bright, the air was fresh, the walls were pure white, and the living room was simple yet comfortable.
On the white coffee table, hot steam carrying the faint fragrance of herbs curled up from the rim of a ceramic teacup.
Opposite him, the silver-haired girl sat with perfect posture, leaning forward slightly as the morning sun spilled over her through the clean glass window.
On her left earlobe, a cheap little plastic star swayed gently.
She raised her gaze. Her amber eye was clear and gentle, while the data stream in her crimson right eye flickered steadily and rhythmically.
The corners of her lips curved into a meek and soft smile.
"Master, your tea."
She gently pushed the cup of golden digestion-aiding tea forward.
"The temperature has been adjusted to your favorite 52 degrees Celsius."
Everything seemed to have returned to the right track.
Yo, long time no see, my not-yet-corrupted little yandere.
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