The Butterfly Effect - Chapter 195: The Intent to Kill

All the suffering she had endured before paled in comparison to the upheaval and shock these few minutes had brought to Yang Youyou. She could try to see the bright side: the person he had been waiting for was now her. But if she really pushed him to the limit, or if she had already broken down at some point, wouldn't that be the beginning of another crime?
He's not incapable of doing it. Or rather, given his inherently mad nature, all her current choices have already been to protect herself and another Yang Youyou who is completely unaware of this.
If she can successfully return to the future, their memories will overlap, forming a complete memory chain. If she cannot return or disappears here, then another Yang Youyou will repeat all the accidents she experienced, and the new choices she makes will determine the next development.
He kept saying that he liked her no matter what. So, was he creating a Yang Youyou that he absolutely had to 'deeply love,' or was she struggling, rushing from an unsolvable answer towards another unknown?
Yang Youyou seemed to finally be able to see the key to the problem through the layers of fog, but this was not the solution she had been seeking. Instead, it was as if an invisible hand had grabbed her by the throat, forcing her to peek at the truth in despair that was almost suffocating her.
The boy pushed the woman, whose mind had been detached from her body, onto the floor. Even before touching her, his aggressive posture was undeniably invasive. He had been observing her reaction; he had already told her not to give him a chance, because he would never turn a blind eye.
"I'm going to kiss you..." After the brief announcement, his soft lips slowly pressed down. His gentle probing and the woman's sudden nervousness intertwined into a chaotic situation where the danger level was about to reach its limit.
Yang Youyou's thoughts completely collapsed. She knew what awaited her if she didn't handle this situation well. She dared not think any deeper, but faced with Zhan Ying's insane affections, she, lacking all experience, felt utterly powerless to even find a way to cope.
The boy was very careful, as if he were handling something fragile.
She knew she shouldn't, knew that if she didn't stop it in time, things would spiral out of control... But at the same time, she was also afraid, afraid of disappearing without a trace. For the first time, Yang Youyou wanted to transform her fear of Zhan Ying into murderous intent. If he died, it would be the end, and she could finally have true liberation and freedom. She also wanted to know whether, when he truly faced the death she offered him, he would truly be 'willing' as he claimed. That was death, something even she dared not face—complete annihilation.
Yang Youyou pushed his shoulder, and with his unaware yet compliant cooperation, they switched positions. He became the one lying on the floor, unable to attack, while she, straddling his hips, became the one in control.
Zhan Ying licked his lips, his hands only touching her calves and not moving upwards.
Yang Youyou leaned down, and just as he was about to accept her kiss with delight, she slowly placed her hands on his throat. She stared at the boy with resolute eyes, who seemed to understand something but still chose not to resist.
"There's cash and a bank card in the bottom drawer next to the computer desk. The PIN is 251521." Zhan Ying looked at her, her relaxed body showing no sign of struggling. "Don't panic afterwards. This is Gu Shixun's house. He'll have someone handle things properly."
These were his last words to Yang Youyou.
Her grip tightened, her hands trembling. As Yang Youyou gradually exerted force, it felt as if something was simultaneously squeezing her heart. The warmth of her blood vanished instantly, and her numb limbs could no longer feel whether she was even exerting any force. It was the overwhelming fear of taking another's life. She held her breath, and as the boy's face flushed red from suffocation, the color of blood that had spread across her body had already drained away.
The boy's hand remained gently placed on her calf, as if he were not the one who had been pinched until she started to shed tears and whose forehead veins were about to burst.
He tensed every muscle in his body and generously offered Yang Youyou what could be considered strong evidence for her defense even after the incident—that he had acted voluntarily from beginning to end.
Suddenly, Yang Youyou, having held her breath to the limit, abruptly released her grip. As the boy coughed and trembled from inhaling the sudden air, tears streamed down her face. He was a complete madman, mad to the point of being lawless and terrifying!
Zhan Ying stopped coughing, propped himself up, and gently pulled the limp woman into his arms to comfort her. Yang Youyou let him hold her; although she wasn't injured, her heart was aching terribly. She didn't need his embrace; a strong sense of collapse made her want to push him away forcefully.
"Please... let me go..." She didn't want to show weakness or cry, but no amount of emotional venting could make up for the fear she felt when she really wanted to kill someone. She didn't want to continue feeling powerless.
"I'm sorry, it's all because I like you too much." The boy kept swallowing, trying to ease the pain and itchiness in his throat while adjusting his distorted voice. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been injured, but his face was smiling, revealing a smile that only he himself understood—a smile of triumph—from an angle the woman couldn't see.
How could he want to die? Even if he willingly died at Yang Youyou's hands, his resentment would make him rise from his grave to continue possessing her. She was his, and always would be; no one could take her away, not even herself.
Yang Youyou didn't know how the now-open path under the sunlight differed from the thorny, dark passage before, and she never imagined that one day she would grab someone's throat like a madwoman. The throbbing of his carotid artery was still lingering on her hand, a feeling that made her feel so uncomfortable that she didn't want to think about anything.
"...Do you...still want to lick me?" The woman, who had given up on everything, did not lift her face from the boy's shoulder and neck. She thought she didn't care at all, but when she asked the question, she still overestimated her level of negativity.
Zhan Ying's heart almost leaped out of his throat with excitement. As if afraid she would change her mind, he cupped Yang Youyou's face in his hands and gently kissed her lips.
He didn't confirm with her again, and she didn't hide anymore. The tender kiss, mixed with turbulent emotions, gradually melted together. Neither of them closed their eyes, so the kiss, in its tentative act, became intoxicating.
The boy's tongue darted out first, trying to pry open the woman's teeth. He was focused and anxious, and just as his brow furrowed, the woman suddenly bit his tongue. The force wasn't strong, but the sharp pain immediately pierced his nasal cavity. He groaned, and suddenly cupped the woman's cheeks with both hands, his tongue instinctively invading her open mouth.

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