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Just a hair's breadth away.
My heart sank to the bottom.
How could I possibly hurt Shen Jing?
When he was at his most injured, even a dozen assassins couldn't subdue him.
At this moment, I began to regret why I had given him such an impressive setting.
Shen Jing directly grasped the dagger with his palm.
Blood dripped down along my ear and neck.
Yet he approached me step by step as if he felt no pain.
I backed away until I hit the wall.
Suddenly, Bai Qing's voice came through my earpiece.
"Xiao Man! There's a special toxin on the needle; piercing his skin will incapacitate him!"
But just as I was thinking about how to sneak attack Shen Jing while he was off guard, he suddenly wiped my neck with his hand.
After smearing the blood, he wiped his right hand clean.
From Shen Jing's gaze, I could tell he noticed the scar on my neck.
I didn't know how he would torment me next.
But I was no longer afraid.
My throat was dry and painful. "Shen Jing, you..."
Before I could finish my sentence, he forcefully pressed me into his embrace with one hand.
His strength was so great that I suspected he wanted to suffocate me with his chest muscles.
Shen Jing's breath carried a subtle tremor, as if it held a kind of reverent joy of having regained something lost.
I was sitting on the ground.
He was almost kneeling in front of me, wrapping my entire body in his arms.
His voice was filled with a complex mix of tenderness and pain:
"Manman?
"Is it really you who has returned?"
I couldn't understand what he meant by acting this way.
It was him who tried to kill me.
It was him who drained my blood.
It was him who harmed my kidneys.
What did this expression mean?
Shen Jing pressed his forehead against mine.
In that heated moment, our breaths intertwined on my cheeks. I turned my head away in disgust, but his hand held me in place.
I had to meet his gaze.
"Yeah, I let you down."
"I'm not dead; I rolled around in hell and came back."
Shen Jing's expression was strange.
It was as if he couldn't control the extreme emotions of crying and laughing, completely out of control.
This somewhat matched the portrayal of Shen Jing in my comic as a love-struck fool.
When I created this character, I relied on the fact that his white moonlight had long been dead.
He was free of attachments, which is why he could go so wrong.
But he had known that Bai Man was his white moonlight all along.
Why did he look at me as if I were the white moonlight?
I could feel it.
His hands trembled violently.
Shen Jing's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his entire body pressed against mine, warm breath slowly sweeping up from my neck to my ear.
"Shen Jing, what are you doing?"
He simply ignored me and continued to kiss my neck, his grip not loosening even a bit.
I struggled fiercely. "Don't touch me!"
Shen Jing remained silent.
Suddenly, I felt my body lighten as he hoisted me over his shoulder.
Then he walked into the inner room.
That room...
That sofa...
Filled me with immense disgust!
I muttered softly, "I will kill you... Shen Jing... I will definitely kill you."
He gently tossed me onto the sofa.
With a flick of his wrist, his shirt was thrown aside.
He leaned over me, his eyes burning with a fire that could consume everything: "Then kill me. Let's go to hell together, Manman."
He bit down on the scar on my neck.
The pain made me let out a muffled groan.
"Bai Man, I won't let you go...
"Stay... and keep me company..."
My vision darkened.
The anesthetic needle I had taken off was already plunged into his neck.
The effect of the medicine took immediate effect.
Shen Jing fainted without being able to say even a few words.
I pushed him away and picked up the dagger from earlier.
I aimed for his heart, preparing to stab down with force.
But thinking about the efforts and dedication that Bai Qing and Fu Jing put into this world of the comic made me hesitate.
Instead, I aimed lower, avoiding the vital spot, and stabbed down hard.
The moment the tip of the knife pierced the skin, blood gushed out.
Is this what it feels like to kill someone?
It really... feels awful.
Bai Qing's voice sounded again: “Xiao Man, you need to hurry, someone is coming in again.”
After nearly being caught last time, Bai Qing quietly installed infrared detectors in the nightclub, allowing us to see these people's movements on a laptop in advance.
I locked the door to the inner room and plugged in a USB drive to copy the surveillance video from Shen Jing's computer.
He had become cautious, changing passwords and installing anti-theft software.
But that didn't stump Bai Qing.
After copying the files, I climbed out through the window.
Fortunately, it was the second floor!
Downstairs, Bai Qing's car was waiting there.
After getting in, Bai Qing didn't ask a single question and stepped on the gas pedal all the way down.
We left the nightlife far behind.
After driving for a while, I realized that my hands had been trembling lightly.
I covered my face and said, "I almost messed it up..."
Bai Qing glanced at me through the rearview mirror and comforted me, "Xiao Man, don't think like that.
"Although in a sense, you are the creator of us and this world.
"But coming to this world, you are just an ordinary person.
"You don't have the protagonist's halo or any impressive skill set.
"You are here, and if you get hurt, you'll bleed, feel pain, and even die. So actually, you are the one who needs protection the most."
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