Chapter 107 Monsters of the Same Kin

Chapter 107 Monsters of the Same Kin

A deathly silence lingered in the study for a long time.

Tang Li closed her eyes, her eyelashes still trembling slightly.

She could feel the large hand gripping her neck; it neither tightened nor loosened.

The rough fingertips were slowly and gently caressing the delicate skin of her neck, stroke by stroke.

That action didn't seem like he was going to kill someone.

Instead, it was as if he were playing with a rare antique that had just been unearthed and still smelled of mud, yet he couldn't put it down.

The process of waiting for death is agonizing.

Just as Tangli was about to suffocate in the long silence.

"Oh……"

A very soft laugh, resonating from deep within her chest, suddenly rang out above her head.

The laughter started softly, but gradually grew louder, revealing a chilling madness and pleasure.

Tang Li suddenly opened her eyes and stared in astonishment at the man in front of her.

Pei Yunjing was smiling.

His shoulders trembled with laughter, and the dark abyss in his phoenix eyes was now ablaze with a "fervent" fire.

"An outcast?"

Pei Yunjing savored those two words, his eyes gleaming with an almost morbid excitement:

"Understands the language of beasts... commands all beasts..."

To outsiders, this would be considered evil, heresy, and a scourge that must be eradicated.

But in Pei Yunjing's eyes...

This is simply—perfect.

who is he?

He was a madman suffering from fire poisoning and overload of his five senses.

He was a ruthless killer, a living Yama feared by the world like a demon.

In this normal, mediocre world, he is an outcast, a monster who could destroy everything at any moment.

He had been lonely for too long.

Those so-called ladies from prestigious families were like fragile porcelain in his eyes—boring, delicate, and hypocritical.

They could not understand his pain, nor could they bear his darkness.

But now, heaven has sent such a woman to him.

She is not made of porcelain.

She was a little fairy in human skin.

Like him, she harbored a secret, wandering on the fringes of this world, rejected by societal norms.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Pei Yunjing smiled so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.

He finally released his grip on Tangli's neck.

The next second.

He reached out and cupped Tang Li's tear-streaked face, forcing her to look up and meet his bloodshot, crazed eyes.

"Is that why you're afraid to say it?"

Pei Yunjing forcefully wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with his thumb. Although the action was rough, it carried a chillingly obsessive quality.

"Are you afraid of being burned to death? Afraid that I'll treat you like a monster?"

Tang Li stared blankly at him, startled by the fervor in his eyes, and nodded subconsciously.

"Fool."

Pei Yunjing leaned closer to her, their noses touching, their breaths mingling, his voice hoarse and deep:

Why be afraid?

"So what if you're a demon? So what if you're a monster?"

He pointed to his eyes, which glowed red in the darkness, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"I am a madman, and you are a witch."

"You are an anomaly, and so am I."

"Everyone in this world wants to kill you, everyone wants to burn you alive..."

Pei Yunjing's fingers ran through her hair, cupping the back of her head, and he pressed his forehead heavily against hers, as if reciting a sacred and mad vow:

"That's perfect."

"No one in this world can tolerate you except me."

"Tangli..."

He called her name, his voice filled with the satisfaction and sigh of finally finding his kindred spirit:

"We are simply a match made in heaven."