He is a paranoid schizophrenic

  "Qiqi, I have only you in this life, so you can only have me in this life too."

  The young man whispered softly to the girl.

  "Let me go." The girl's voice was tinged with a hint of desperation.

  "Don't you like me?" The young man's beautiful eyes stared tightly at the girl in front of him.

  It was a very focused gaze, with her face printed in his pupils and eye color, as if there was only her existence in his eyes.

  "Who do you like then?" His eyebrows slightly raised, delicate yet also gloomy.

  The girl's heart skipped a beat, without making a sound.

  The next moment, he grasped her right hand, opened his mouth to hold her fingers, sucked and licked them, spat out and took in again, repeating the action over and over, as if her fingers were his most beloved toy at that moment.

  She sighed and said, "No, I don't like anyone." As she spoke, she twisted her wrist, trying to free her fingers from his grip.

  But his strength was too great, and her struggles were of no avail.

  Her thin lips slightly lifted, and the nearly perfect lip corners hooked up a faint smile. "Fortunately, you didn't mention another man's name, otherwise, I would have killed him."

  She felt a chill run down her spine, "Jun Jin Yan, you're crazy!"

  "Mmm, I'm crazy." He moved the back of her hands to his lips and gently kissed the back of her hand, "Qiqi, I'm only crazy for you."

  He spoke so calmly and carelessly, yet it sent shivers down her spine.

  It was as if it was a fact that couldn't be more obvious, from that year on, when he tightly grasped her skirt, his world began to go crazy for her alone.

  "Like me, Qiqi, I want you to like me!"

  She stared at him, his lips still touching the back of her hand. His obsession was something she couldn't understand, as if he were treating it like a toy, yet also as if he had to get an answer out of it.

  She took a deep breath and said, "Let me go first, my hand hurts."

  "Does it hurt?" He slightly furrowed his brow, but didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he gently licked the spot on her wrist that had been pinched red by him. "If you like me, it won't hurt."

  "Do you like me?" she asked back.

  "I like it." His response was without hesitation.

  "Do you know what I really want?" she continued to ask.

  He stared at her steadily, then lowered his eyelids, bowed his head, and through the warmth of her skin, felt the flow of blood. "Hm? What is it that you truly want?"

  "Let me go." She replied as such, suddenly feeling a sharp pain spreading from her neck.

  His teeth sank into her neck as if they were going to pierce through her skin and sever her artery.

  It hurt a lot... but she didn't make a sound, until his lips left her neck and his hands stroked her cheeks.

  Her lips were vermilion and her eyes, like white lotus flowers, were deeply imprinted with her face.

  "Alright, Qiqi, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. If you want me to let you go, then I'll let you go." He said calmly.

  She was shocked and found it hard to believe what she had just heard. Would he let her go that easily?

  But then his voice continued, "However, I will only let you go for ten years. After ten years, you must like me and belong to me alone."

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