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Capítulo 16

"What?"

"Yes, that's fine, we won't stop you..."

"What is it?" Ding Yan's phone suddenly rang. She immediately left Aunt Mei and Old Mail behind and said sweetly, "Brother... um... really?!... Why are you only telling me now... Okay... I'll go down right away..."

Aunt Mei watched Ding Yan's hurried departure and sighed, "A daughter is like a tree that grows up and leaves home..."

In Li Meng's living room, a dim, ambiguous light shone. On the dining table were candles, a few side dishes, and a bottle of red wine.

"Brother!" Ding Yan rushed into Li Meng's arms as soon as she entered the door: "It's your birthday today, why didn't you tell me sooner! I didn't even have time to prepare a gift!"

"Your presence here is the best gift I could receive!" Li Meng's nose was filled with the pleasant scent of Ding Yan's shampoo, and then he gently kissed her neck.

"It tickles!" Ding Yan laughed and jumped out of his arms.

Li Meng gently took her hand: "It's so good to have you. Don't leave me... never..." He then gently pulled her into his arms.

Ding Yan liked his scent, nuzzled her face against his chest, and said, "I also feel very good being with you. I remember when I was little, I always hoped that a prince on a white horse would come to my town and take me to his castle so we could live happily ever after."

"You are my Snow White." Li Meng kissed her forehead, his breathing gradually becoming rapid.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, and he had thought he would never feel it again. Could this be the power of love? He placed Ding Yan on the sofa, kissed her deeply, and secretly loosened his belt.

"Um... Brother... What's that hard thing? Take it away..." Ding Yan stammered.

"Shh...don't talk..." Li Meng continued to kiss her gently.

It turns out that a kiss is such a wonderful thing, bringing warmth, happiness, and making people forget all their sorrows and troubles.

Ding Yan was deeply immersed in his kiss, but Li Meng suddenly stopped. He stood up abruptly, trembling as he looked at Ding Yan, his eyes filled with unease and fear.

He was soaked in sweat, especially the front of his trousers. His face went from flushed to deathly pale as he murmured, "It's still not working...it's still not working..."

"Brother... what's wrong?" Ding Yan sat up and looked at him in confusion.

"It's nothing... I'm feeling a little unwell, you should go back first." Li Meng said as he pushed her to the door.

"Shall I go with you to see the doctor?"

"I'm fine..."

"Let's go take a look..."

"I told you I'm fine! I just don't feel well, I'm not sick!" Li Meng suddenly roared, shoved Ding Yan out, and then slammed the door shut.

"Brother!" Ding Yan knocked on the door.

"roll!"

10.

Li Meng slammed the cup to the ground, then rushed into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and pulled out a woman's corpse.

The corpse was nearing its expiration date and was emitting a slight putrid smell. But he didn't care; he quickly stripped off his clothes and pounced on the body.

How tragic.

As he cooked the woman's body parts into the pot, he thought sadly, "How tragic..."

He would never forget his first time, the disappointed look in his girlfriend's eyes. Although she kept comforting him, telling him not to be nervous, he just couldn't perform. He also couldn't forget the mocking sneers of the women he had dated.

On one occasion, even a prostitute mocked him, saying, "All that glitters is not gold; all that's inside is rotten cotton."

How dare she mock him like that! He sneered, tossed a piece of meat to Beibei, who excitedly took it to the balcony to enjoy the delicious treat.

So he killed her, whipping her as he entered her body.

For the first time, he experienced pleasure.

From then on, he discovered that he couldn't face living women; he was afraid of them, terrified of them, and even hated them. He only loved corpses.

Facing a corpse, he doesn't need to be nervous; he can be relaxed, hard, enduring, and powerful. Because the corpse won't mock him, won't look at him with disappointed eyes; the corpse won't have many desires, and of course, he doesn't need to worry about not being able to satisfy them. The corpses are quiet, obedient, and adorable.

In truth, Ding Yan also possessed a deathly aura, similar to that of a corpse, and from the first moment he saw her, he was deeply drawn to this scent. The day they kissed for the first time, he felt a strange excitement, as if he were with a corpse. He believed she was his savior, the key to becoming a true man.

But tonight's events proved that she wasn't.

As she stared in disbelief at his soaked trousers, he seemed to catch a glimpse of disappointment and mockery in her eyes. He had never liked any other woman as much as he had liked Ding Yan. Her gaze filled him with shame and anger.

She even suggested he go to the hospital. Did she think the hospital could cure her illness?

No, she was just mocking him, insulting him, and implying that he wasn't a man.

11.

Just as the police focused their attention on Wang Xiaofeng, Li Meng's patience reached its limit.

He hadn't had any new bodies to use for three days. Many hospitals had increased security, and the police were on high alert. His only outlet for his frustration was smashing cups and breaking furniture.

He wasn't the only one who smashed the cup; Ding Yan did too.

Ding Yan became a ticking time bomb in the house, either spacing out or grabbing anything and smashing it. Strictly speaking, she didn't just grab and smash everything; for example, last time she picked up a very expensive vase, but didn't smash it.

Aunt Mei said, this is what love is.

Old Postman sighed. If he had known that dating was like this, he would never have let Ding Yan go on a blind date.

Da Mi remained silent, but kept buying cheap glass or small porcelain items for the house every day—in short, all things that made a fuss.

“Ding Yan…” Dami asked considerately, “If you want to cry, I can lend you my shoulder!”

"Who wants to borrow your shoulder?!" Ding Yan straddled the sofa arm. "I've made up my mind!"

As she spoke, she stood up, as if taking an oath to join the Party: "As a young woman of the new era, as a brave and invincible young woman, I have decided to put aside my pride and take the initiative to call my brother!"

As she dialed, she continued, "Whether we stay together or break up, it's best to make it clear. I hate indecisiveness."

Although she had been fierce just moments before, her tone softened immediately as soon as the call connected: "Brother... I..."

She glanced at the people in the living room who were all listening intently, picked up the phone, and hid in the bedroom: "Brother... are you still angry? I... did I do something wrong?"

"No." Li Meng still felt warmed when he received Ding Yan's call. He knew that Ding Yan was different from other women. Other women always made him beg and flatter them before they would reconcile. "It's my fault. I drank some wine before you came."

"Then let's make up..."

"Silly girl, when have we ever been bad together?"

When Ding Yan came out of the bedroom again, she had changed into her new, beautiful clothes, put on light makeup, and was humming a little tune.

"You've made up?" Old Postman shouted.

"When have we ever been bad?" Ding Yan skipped happily as she went out the door.

12.

Li Meng could no longer tolerate it.

He continued to stroke Ding Yan's soft hair, absentmindedly watching the Korean drama "Snow White," and asked softly, "I remember you said that when you were little, you especially wished you were Snow White."

"Yes!" Ding Yan nodded.

Do you know the story of Snow White?

"Pshaw! Of course I know that! Even a three-year-old knows that nowadays."

"Oh...so, will you be my Snow White?"

"Of course! I am your Snow White!" Ding Yan smiled sweetly.

"Let me tell you a Snow White story. Another true Snow White story..." Li Meng's voice turned somber.

The Snow White that Li Meng tells is different from the one in the fairy tale.

In Li Meng's story, Snow White has no stepmother; the princess's mother is her biological mother.

As Snow White grew older and grew closer to the King, while she herself was increasingly neglected, her biological mother decided to kill the princess.

Later, Snow White, who had been rescued by the dwarfs, was eventually killed by her stepmother because of her mischievousness.

...

"When the prince saw Snow White lying in the crystal coffin, he was deeply moved by her beauty and fell in love with her," Li Meng continued.

"Actually, I've always wondered why a prince would fall in love with a dead person? No matter how beautiful a dead person is, they're still a dead person!" Ding Yan interrupted him, turning her head to ask.

“You’ll find out later.” Li Meng gently stroked Ding Yan’s neck. “After returning to the palace, the prince couldn’t wait to open the coffin and started kissing Snow White like a madman… It turns out that the prince had a necrophiliac. He was always ridiculed and mocked by noble girls, and he was afraid of women.”

"Ah—brother, you're so mean! You've shattered my image of a prince!" Ding Yan exclaimed. Although she said that, she couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

"Later, the prince became obsessed with Snow White's corpse every day. But one day, due to excessive exercise, the poisoned apple in Snow White's throat was shaken out, and Snow White came back to life!"

"That's great! What happened next?"

“Is it good? No, not at all…” Li Meng gently kissed her forehead again and continued to stroke her neck. “Later, Snow White mocked the prince every night, saying that he was not a man and that he was all show and no substance.”

"Cough! Cough! Brother...you've hurt my neck..." Ding Yan struggled slightly.

But Li Meng seemed completely absorbed in the story, his grip tightening with each stroke: "In the end, the prince, unable to bear the humiliation, strangled Snow White, and from then on, he and Snow White's corpse lived happily ever after..."

"Cough... Brother... What are you doing!" Ding Yan's face was already flushed red. She struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free no matter what she did.

"You promised to be my Snow White... I really like you... You can't leave me... You absolutely can't... No woman likes me... No woman is willing to love me like you do... I really need you, really!" Li Meng rolled over and used his leg to press against Ding Yan's chest. Ding Yan struggled a few times and then fell silent.

13.

Li Meng liked corpses like this—fresh, still warm from the body.

He gently kissed Ding Yan's lips and said tenderly, "Wait for me, Princess."

It had been a long time since he had truly enjoyed a corpse, especially one so fresh and so young. Tonight, he was going to indulge himself. As he hurriedly took a shower, he fantasized about Ding Yan lying quietly on the bed.

However, when he returned to the living room, Ding Yan's body was gone.

To be precise, Ding Yan has disappeared.

In the moment before he was about to suffocate, Ding Yan remembered the time when he first met Lao You.

Back then, the old postman said, "If you find living hard, then go die; if you find living hard but can't bear to die, then just do what I did and pretend you're already dead."

So she stopped struggling and held her breath.

Fortunately, Li Meng was not a professional assassin. He had only killed someone once before, so he had little experience. Coupled with his nervousness and excitement, he didn't think to check whether Ding Yan was really dead.

When Ding Yan got home, she didn't say anything, but lay on the sofa and cried her heart out. No matter how Lao You and the others tried to comfort her, they couldn't stop her.

Actually, she wasn't frightened, but rather because of Li Meng's story.

When Li Meng finished telling the story and grabbed her by the neck, she saw his tears and the sorrow in his eyes. She had never imagined that her brilliant and outstanding brother, Li Meng, could have such a lonely and helpless side.