The Necrophiliac Killer’s Love:

March 28th, Tuesday. After afternoon classes ended, I stepped out of the school gates.

Shirley was already waiting for me there.

“Young Mistress, heading straight home?”

Normally, Shirley wouldn’t ask this. She’d simply welcome me and open the car door. But today, she posed this unnecessary question—though she likely already knew my answer.

To read hearts so effortlessly… Truly worthy of a perfect Head Maid.

Honestly, with Shirley’s talents, she could top any field. Why become a servant?

I even suspect she might surpass my profit-obsessed father… When she’s by my side, she doesn’t feel like a maid serving me. More like my mentor.

Seeing Shirley’s faint, knowing smile, I felt utterly transparent. My cheeks flushed as I faked a cough.

“Hmm… Let’s go to *that place* instead.”

“That place? Understood. Shall I prepare a gift?”

“No need.”

I’d already prepared a get-well gift… Heh heh heh…

I slid into the car. The maid driving instantly opened her eyes, started the engine, and settled back with closed lids.

“Xiaoyan, hasn’t your cold cleared up?”

“Ah—*cough cough*—Yes! My deepest apologies, Young Mistress! Failing to care for my health is utterly unbecoming!”

“If you’re still sick, don’t push yourself. Switch with another maid.”

“No! Please entrust this to me! *Cough*… Handing it to others would leave me restless day and night!”

Oh dear. Xiaoyan’s always so earnest. Pushing through a cold like this deserves a reward.

Shirley settled into the passenger seat, smiling at me through the rearview mirror.

“No worries, Young Mistress. Yesterday, I administered suppositories to Maid Yan Yang. She’ll recover swiftly. Heh heh heh.”

“Mmmph…!”

Even masked, Xiaoyan’s crimson ears betrayed her mortification.

Heh heh~ Such a wicked streak, Shirley.

Soon, the car halted before a hospital. I told Shirley and Xiaoyan to wait while I entered alone.

Chunyu Hospital wasn’t large, but it was the city’s most reputable. Many sought treatment here. When Shirley suggested admitting Master Cheng here the day before, I’d objected—sure it’d be overcrowded, delaying his care.

Yet he received treatment almost immediately. The hospital’s efficiency was staggering.

Come to think of it… Master Cheng’s father was a surgeon here, wasn’t he?

Not visiting his own hospitalized son right away… In that sense, he’s much like my cold-blooded father…

My mood darkened. I boarded the elevator with a gloomy expression.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by murmurs.

How noisy.

Wherever I go, shallow men fixate on my looks.

But… if this face could capture *his* gaze, it’d be worth something.

*Ding~*

The elevator reached the fourth-floor ward. Room 404—his private room.

The door stood ajar, likely for ventilation.

I crept to the doorway and peeked inside.

The expressionless man lay half-upright on the bed, wearing the black-rimmed glasses I’d chosen for him. His focus was locked on a book.

*Ah~ So handsome~*

*My Chengjun is so handsome~*

*Haa…*

I leaned against the doorframe, taking a deep breath to suppress my racing heart.

Almost let *her* slip out.

But truly… so handsome~

Honestly, glasses suited Master Cheng perfectly.

In dramas, men often remove glasses to reveal stunning looks, shocking heroines and audiences. Chengjun was the opposite.

Glasses amplified his charm by 2.25 times. Men absorbed in tasks radiate allure—and Chengjun embodied that earnest magnetism.

*Dangerous. So dangerous…*

If this continues, others will notice him.

This hidden gem is beginning to shine. More will be drawn to him—Lan Hua, Poker Face, that ugly girl… Even his sisters seem to harbor special feelings…

…Disgusting. Just imagining other women near Chengjun tightens my chest.

*He’s mine. Only mine!*

No. I’m about to see him. I can’t show this face. No man likes a jealous woman—Chengjun included. He mustn’t sense my envy.

It’s fine. I excel at smiling. Crafting the perfect charming smile is etched into my bones. He won’t notice.

Prepared, I entered, shut the door behind me, turned the key, and greeted him cheerfully.

“Maaaster Cheeeng~ I’ve come to visit you!”

“Uh…”

Master Cheng looked up, frowning slightly. I offered an elegant smile and approached his bedside.

“Why that ghost-seeing face?”

“Nothing. Just didn’t expect you’d come.”

*Hmph. Didn’t expect it?*

A flicker of displeasure stirred.

“I’m your girlfriend. Is visiting so strange?”

He rubbed his nose, wearing a helpless expression.

“You came yesterday. I thought you wouldn’t today.”

True. I’d visited yesterday.

Skipped class to stay all day.

But Chengjun slept most of the time.

I’d snapped photos while he napped, even slipped under his covers to kiss him… Yet missing conscious interaction felt like a loss.

I wanted to cuddle the *awake* Chengjun… To see his flustered face when I kissed him… Heh heh heh.

*Heh heh heh heh…*

Ah, such unladylike laughter. But I couldn’t stop.

Though sleeping Chengjun had his own charm. Heh. So deeply asleep… like an undead corpse…

*Corpse… Ugh…*

It keeps surfacing. How troublesome.

“Lianbing?”

“Mwah? Ah—sorry! Zoned out for a sec~”

I stuck out my tongue, tapped my forehead with a tiny fist—a cute act to deflect.

Unmoved, Chengjun kept his worried frown.

“You okay?”

*He’s worried about me!*

*He’s worried about me!* I wanted to leap into his arms…

He’d started using my name. Calling me “Lianbing.” Heh heh heh…

My blissful expression nearly broke through. I clamped down with every ounce of maidenly restraint.

“It’s fine. Anyway, I’ll visit daily until you recover.”

“Whoa…”

Chengjun narrowed his eyes, looking utterly exasperated.

*Hmph. What a face.*

Is my visitation so bothersome?

“Is my visit really that troubling?”

“I just think you’re overdoing it. I’m not badly hurt—no fractures. Just too many wounds causing blood loss. Honestly, no need to stay hospitalized…”

After Chengjun pulled me from the graveyard the day before, I’d clung to him until Shirley arrived. Her superb medical skills treated most wounds. Yet in my panic, I’d insisted on hospitalizing him—and even snapped at Shirley over choosing the clinic… Looking back, how disgraceful.

I’d never lost control like that before.

“Nope~ The doctor said one week’s rest. Be good until then, okay?”

I adopted a big-sister tone, gently tapping his forehead.

Chengjun, who had sisters but no older sister, clearly had low resistance to this act. He swatted my hand away, muttering, “Meddlesome…”

“By the way—why didn’t you leave back then?”

“Leave?”

I tilted my head, puzzled.

“When I first tried pulling you away. You wouldn’t listen, like you were possessed.”

“Well… I wanted to follow those undead corpses somewhere. Rumor says a dreamlike city inhabited only by the dead lies nearby.”

According to my research, Li Nai was likely a resident. Pity I hadn’t uncovered the path—it required special means to reach.

Chengjun, who knew my true nature, nodded slowly. “I see… Then why did you give up later?”

“Huh? Give up? I didn’t.”

I’m still searching. I *must* see it…

“Don’t play dumb. When I carried you away. If you truly wanted to follow them, you could’ve broken free. Abandoned me. But you stayed quiet.”

*Seen through.*

My smile stiffened. I forced lightness into my voice.

“Oh, Master Cheng~ What are you saying? I’m just a delicate girl!”

“I almost believe you…”

He sighed helplessly, then fell silent, turning his face away.

Right… In his eyes, I’m still a dangerous killer.

Distrust is only natural… *I want to cry…*

I didn’t struggle back then because I was happy…

For a moment, An Juncheng mattered more than corpses.

The City of the Dead could wait. But An Juncheng existed only once in this world.

When forced to choose, I picked Chengjun without hesitation.

So decisively, it startled even me.

Somewhere along the way, he’d outweighed my obsession with the dead…

Now—should I kill him?

*Could* I kill him?

Conflicting urges tangled my thoughts again.

“Heh. But I’m your savior now! You owe me your life! If you have a conscience, abandon thoughts of killing me!”

He flashed a domineering grin, shattering the gloom in my heart.

“Yes. You saved me, Master Cheng. I’ll grant any request you make.”

Relief washed over me. A reason to silence my doubts.

*After all… it’s my savior’s wish.*

“Then show me your panties!”

*Oh dear? Getting carried away?*

He probably didn’t truly want to see them. Just teasing to snap me out of my gloom.

*Heh heh heh~ So cute.*

But mistaking me for an ordinary girl? Big mistake.

“Shall I show disgust while flashing my panties? Such a perverted hobby, Master Cheng~”

“Cough—I don’t have that hobby! And why aren’t you flustered? Do you even have shame?”

Shame exists… just not before *him*.

“But sadly, I happened not to wear any today.”

“Again?! Are you really an exhibitionist?!”

“Heh heh~ Of course I’m wearing some today. Consider them my ‘get-well gift’—warm, damp, freshly peeled off~”

“Who’d want that!”

“Really not?”

“Cough…”

*Mouth says no, body betrays you.*

I leaned down, whispering against his ear:

“Chengjun… I’ve never killed anyone, you know?”

“Huh?”

"I didn't kill those people... Though I do have the urge to kill, I've never actually taken a life. Because I want to give my 'first kill' to the most important person... that's you, you know?"

He didn't interrupt, listening quietly.

"I love you so much I want to kill you~"

Oh dear, did I scare him? His shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Please... spare me..."

No way!

Even if you turn into a corpse, I'll cling to you forever!

Hehehe~