The Yandere’s Kiss Extends My Life

In early summer, Qingshui Village is full of warmth.

The noon sun shines through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the trees.

In the simple farmyard, a few yellow chicken cubs are chattering for food.

That was when Father Yan went to the fair today, and bought it to please Yan Mu.

"Eat slowly."

She bent over slightly and sprinkled the chicken feed in the bowl on the ground.

The chicken cubs are like rolling little yellow balls, playing around Yan Mu.

A faint smile appeared on Yan Mu's face, but before she laughed out, her expression changed and she coughed violently.

"Girlfriend." Father Yan, who was standing by the side, immediately stood up, his expression nervous, "You are just a little better, so you can get sun outside, why don't you enter the house and rest?"

"It's not a problem, Dad."

Yan Mu only felt dark in front of her eyes.

She held on to the wall, patted her chest, and stood there for a long time before catching breath.

Counting it all, she has been in this world for half a month.

Due to the mismatch between the soul and the body, she was also seriously ill for half a month, and was just able to get out of bed today.

For this reason, and the husband of the private school is going out to visit relatives, it is extremely rare for Yan father to help her take a long vacation at the private school.

She was originally an online writer in Lujiang, and her favorite genre is the handsome, sickly, and beautiful male. She designed the new male protagonist based on this genre.

But because of laziness, her new book was cut off as soon as it started.

In his sleep, a man with a hedgehog head claimed to be the **** of Internet writing, and he said he would teach her a lesson. She can only go back to the modern day with Yu Yuan, the new book hero.

Due to the fusion of different temporal and spatial magnetic fields, her body will be very weak. Only by relying on the protagonist Yu Yuan's kiss to continue her life in order to survive.

After listening to the man's nagging, she snorted, but opened her eyes again, she really wore her new book.

She also became Yu Yuan's neighbor, a female partner who is insignificant in the book.

Yan Mu sighed helplessly.

She knows the book she wrote.

Yu Yuan's shameless character, if she went directly to kiss her, I'm afraid she would not see the sun the next day.

This matter has to be discussed in the long term.

The father Yan on the side, seeing her expression unpredictable, only thought that she was sick and depressed.

"Girl, you have been in poor health since you were a child. Half a month ago, you had a serious illness, and I almost thought you couldn't make it. Fortunately, you are still alive. Even if you are smashing the pot and selling iron, you have to take care of your health. "Father Yan said, wiping his tears.

His wife had a dystocia, and Yan Mu gave birth to death.

For 14 years, he never remarried, guarding a few acres of Susukada to maintain his family, and spent all his money on Yan Mu.

"Father, don't worry, I'll be fine." Seeing the appearance of Father Yan, Yan Mu felt a little sour.

The original owner was also called Yan Mu. It is estimated that she had died of a serious illness half a month ago, so she was able to occupy this sentence.

And she found that because this body was only fourteen years old, her mind seemed to be affected, commonly known as the lowering of intelligence.

During the past half month, Yan Fu's care and care for her has made Yan Mu, the traveler, also born with a bit of sincerity.

Yan Mu is warm and silent here, but his neighbor Zhang Lie's house is bloody.

The two houses are separated by a low wall, and any noise can be clearly heard.

The sound of broken dishes came through, followed by the yelling of men.

"Little bastard, I asked you to wash the dishes, but you smashed Lao Tzu's bowl! I have to beat you to death today!"

"Father, this little **** must be deliberate, you have to teach him well." The gloating male voice roared.

The sound of breaking wind came, followed by the muffled sound of bamboo sticks hitting the meat.

"Here again." Father Yan turned his head unbearably. "This hunter is really not a thing. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Even with his son Zhang Goudan, he is not a good person."

"Are they hitting Yu Yuan again?" Yan Mu frowned.

Yu Yuan is Zhang Liehu's nephew, and now lives in Zhang Liehu's home.

However, because of Yu Yuan's unknown life experience, Zhang Liehu's family didn't want to see this nephew. Not only did he not care about food, but he also let Yu Yuan do heavy work every day, and if he didn't like it, he would hit or scold him.

Especially Zhang Goudan, Zhang Liehu's son, bullied Yu Yuan overtly and secretly, and instigated other children in the village to exclude Yu Yuan.

After she wore it on, she lay in the house for half a month because of a serious illness.

But even inside the house, I could hear the Zhang Lie family's insulting Yu Yuan every day.

"Not really." Father Yan sighed. "He chopped firewood all morning and was beaten before returning home before he had a meal. This child is so pitiful."

Yan Mu's face became paler, she pursed her lips, found a gap in the low wall, and squinted to look at Zhang Liehu's house.

"Little bastard, eat for nothing all day long, let you wash the dishes, and you deliberately threw Lao Tzu's bowl!"

Zhang Lie was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, he spat, and the bamboo stick fell on the boy like a storm.

Although the bamboo strips are thin, they are extremely tough. Every time they are drawn, a **** stain appears on the boy's body.

Yan Mu was frightened. As a Yan dog, she only prayed to Zhang Lie not to hurt Yu Yuan's face.

Zhang Gouda took a bench and sat aside. He watched Yu Yuan being beaten with no sympathy on his face, and he was still laughing there.

"Even Dad doesn't know who is wild, and he deserves to live in our house, bah!"

After he said, he also followed the example of Zhang Liehu, spitting on Yu Yuan's face.

The boy was thin and thin, with his head hung down and his hair dangled, covering his face.

He did not cry, nor did he reach out to stop him, he did not even turn his head.

Even though he couldn't help shaking from the pain, he still knelt there without saying a word, like an isolated island.

The young man's hands were behind him, and looking from Yan Mu's direction, he could just see the young man's cracked hands, his fingertips still oozing blood.

No wonder I can't hold it while washing the dishes. The opening in that hand is soaked by the ashes of the plants used to wash the dishes. It must be very painful.

Yan Mu's mood is a bit complicated.

The future prime minister of the Ye Kingdom, a minister of power who has less than 10,000 people under one person, and has made countless people panic.

At this moment, he was kneeling in the small farmyard of a remote mountain village, and he was sucked to death by someone holding a bamboo stick.

Yu Yuan is the male protagonist she created, half a child.

Although she wrote these things, Yan Mu felt uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart when she saw Yu Yuan being bullied.

"Little bastard."

Zhang Liehu was tired, sitting on the bench smoking pumpkin leaves to rest.

Yu Yuan still knelt on the ground, his body moved, revealing the lower half of his face covered with blood and sweat.

"Uncle played well." Yu Yuan raised his head and showed a hollow smile.

He was like a dummy, and both the words and the expression on his face seemed extremely empty and thin.

But even the empty expression on that slightly childish face still surprised Yan Mu.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his long eyelashes were like butterflies spreading their wings.

The boy's eyes were extremely dark, like a piece of ink that couldn't be fainted. The sunlight filled his eyes, and even the clouds were drunk. His complexion was very pale, even sickly pale, like a block of ice exuding chill in the sun. It was this sickly white that made his eyes darker.

His lips were red like blood, with a thrilling beauty.

It's so handsome that Yan Mu's legs are soft.

When Yu Yuanli was originally designed, she designed Yu Yuan's face to be 100% in line with her own aesthetics.

She had only imagined it in her mind before, but when Zheng'er saw Yu Yuan's face, Yan Mu understood what "beauty crit" means.

Tsk tusk, it's a violent thing.

In the face of such a handsome face, how could Zhang Lie and his son be destroyed?

Yan Mu frowned distressedly.

"Go and sweep the pieces. If you leave one, I will break your leg." Zhang Lie took a few bites of the pumpkin leaves, and said without looking at Yu Yuan, "I saw you this girl who is chirping. Face is bad!"

"Okay, uncle."

Yu Yuan lowered his head and slowly got up from the ground.

His thin clothes were ripped apart by bamboo strips and stained with a lot of blood. On the bare/exposed skin, there are criss-crossing old and new scars, some of which are even purulent.

Yu Yuan didn't care about this at all, his back was still straight, the pines and cypresses in winter.

"By the way, I'm going hunting tomorrow. You prepare food and water, and go with you." Zhang Liehu said suddenly, "You are not allowed to eat without your share."

Yu Yuan's movements were stagnant, and then he didn't know what he was thinking, so he said quietly.

After just going through a brutal beating, Yu Yuan went very hard.

He limped past the low wall, as if feeling something, and turned his head abruptly.

"!"

Yan Mu, who was peeking behind the wall, was frightened and turned sideways quickly.

Although knowing that Yu Yuan couldn't see herself, after all she was peeping ahead, Yan Mu still had a guilty conscience.

Across the low wall, she heard Zhang Lie asking impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, uncle." Yu Yuan replied cleverly. "This wall is a bit broken. I will pick some mud and fix it another day."

"Yeah." Zhang Liehu snorted in satisfaction.

As Yu Yuan's footsteps gradually moved away, Yan Mu's beating heart slowly calmed down.

This weak body couldn't be frightened, and Yan Mu felt black in front of her eyes, and it took a long time to slow down.

After recovering, Yan Mu boldly moved up and looked around.

Sure enough, Yu Yuan had already left.

…Yu Yuan shouldn't see her, right?

Yan Mu was a little tangled.

As an author, should she help the male lead?

After all, she has to rely on Yu Yuan's kiss to continue her life every month. She must at least have a good relationship with Yu Yuan, otherwise she can't even get close, so how about kissing?

"What's the matter, girl?" Father Yan saw Yan Mu's appearance, so he was a little unsure, "What did you see?"

"Father, I..." Yan Mu hesitated for a long time, but finally changed his words: "Nothing."

The Yan family is really not wealthy, and it is all supported by Yan's father.

Coupled with Yan Mu's monthly medical expenses, it is like a bottomless pit.

There is really no extra money at home.

Although she wanted to help Yu Yuan very much, she didn't have the face to reach out to Father Yan.

In short, I have to find a way to get close to Yu Yuan...

Yan Mu secretly made up his mind.

The author has something to say:

The next edition of "I am the Infinitely Powerful I Became the Widow Sister-in-law of the Disabled Villain" for advance receipt

Ji Wuzuan became the widow of the disabled villain Ren Yanan. At this time, the villain was only thirteen years old, a little pitiful who was loved by no one.

In the book, the original owner died on the day of his wedding, and the villagers regarded him as Kef, so the original owner angered the villain. The original owner suspected that Ren Yanan had a leg deformity and abused him in various ways, but he was killed when he grew up.

Ji Wu looked at Ren Yanan who had shrunk into a ball, and was transformed by the little pitiful and cute heart.

Therefore, when the villagers came to find faults and eat their poorest households, Ji Wu picked them up and threw them into the wind.

Xuetian, when the poor little leg suffered a pain that was unbearable, she carried someone on her shoulder with a wheelchair, and went to the doctor with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

Until one day, Little Poor had grown into a handsome boy.

The young boy embraced her neck and kept begging in her ear: "Sister...Sister, shall we be together forever?"

The princess is holding the young boy Ji Wu: It can be okay...but what's weird always feel?

Powerful and infinite natural sluggish heroine

The difference between male and female is three years old

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