Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

She giggled: "That's not it. Do you know that she killed someone? I was there at that time. She couldn't believe she killed someone, so she created me. I'm different from her. , I like blood."

With that, she licked her lips.

Ji Shi Ting Tongren contracted: "Ye Haocheng also hurt you?"

"Yeah." She tilted her head slightly. "But I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to see the blood. But when she woke up, she was afraid of death. She was really useless."

Before Ji Shiting's eyes, a pitiful little figure appeared.

His throat knot rolled and his voice sank: "You can go back."

"I don't want, I haven't seen blood for a long time." She said dissatisfiedly, like a little girl who lost her temper because she didn't have candy.

Ji Shiting's heart moved. When Ye Shengge's memory was blocked, it was nine years old, which means that her second personality may still maintain the illusion at the age of nine, so as long as Shengge's perseverance is strong, it is not necessarily a thing to destroy this personality. Difficult thing.

"Do you want to see blood before you leave?" Ji Shiting stared at her.

"Yes." She smiled an evil but childish smile and raised her right hand like a treasure. "I have a knife."

The woman really held a sharp fruit knife in her hand. She had been hiding the knife in her nightgown just now.

Ji Shiting's expression remained the same: "Are you going to show me blood?"

She looked at him seriously for a while, shaking her head in disappointment: "No, I can't beat you."

After she finished, she pointed the blade at herself and gestured: "If I hurt this body, would you be distressed?"

"Stop it!" Ji Shiting's expression changed drastically. "If you must see the blood to stop, I can stand still and deal with you."

"You lied to me, if I passed, you would definitely take my knife." She blinked, and the next second, she suddenly scratched a knife on her left arm.

"Shengge!" Seeing the blood oozing from the woman's forearm, Ji Shiting couldn't breathe for a moment.

He strode towards her in a stride, but the next second, the woman pointed the tip of the knife to the position of her heart.

"Don't come here." She threatened softly.

Ji Shiting had to stop her footsteps, her blood on her face disappeared: "Don't hurt this body, if you kill her, you will disappear."

The voice has been tainted with a little pleading.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid." She licked her lips, admiring the man's frightened and distressed expression, and sighed, "You care about her. Why do you make her sad?"

Ji Shi Ting clenched his fist, and his throat knot slipped, low: "You put down the knife."

"Don't." She said, suddenly laughing, opened her shirt and put the tip of the knife against the heart.

Ji Shiting looked in his eyes, almost splitting his heart: "What the **** are you doing?"

The man's voice was hoarse and horrified, and his eyes fell on her chest-this should have been a beautiful picture, but at this time, Ji Shiting only noticed that the tip of the fruit knife had made the skin sink.

He was afraid that she really did it, so he did not dare to act lightly, but let him watch this scene with his eyes open, it is tantamount to the most painful torture.

"What am I going to do?" Her expression was a little puzzled. "Actually I don't know, it would be better..."