Liu Ziming belongs to this category of individuals. Since he knows Zhou Yaoyun, he had the opportunity to meet Yaoqin. From the moment he laid eyes on Yaoqin, he developed a keen interest in him.

Determined to establish a friendship with Zhou Yaoyun, Liu Ziming did his best to become his good friend and eventually managed to get close to Zhou Yaoyin.

However, this memory left Chenai feeling deeply unsettled. Witnessing Liu Ziming molesting Yaoqin, treating him with disdain, and capturing numerous compromising photographs, saying that if he dared to tell Yaoyun about this, he would post all these photos at Yaoyun’s university and see how would Yaoyun live after that.

Zhou Yaoqin, naturally soft-hearted eventually succumbed to humiliation. He couldn’t muster the courage to decline when Zhou Yaoyun invited Liu Ziming over, enduring each insult with tearful resignation.

Family upbringing plays a significant role in shaping one’s character. While Ji Chenai had been taught to assist those in need, he was far from weak and wouldn’t tolerate others’ humiliation as Yaoqin did.

Observing Liu Ziming’s intentions, Ji Chenain turned to Xiao Qi and pondered aloud. “Xiao Qi, isn’t it too wasteful?”

Perplexed, Xiao Qi couldn’t comprehend Ji Chenai’s words, but it could sense Liu Ziming’s intentions toward Ji Chenai. Overcome with guilt and regret, it stammered. “I’m sorry, if…if…I have given you the memory earlier…”

Ji Chenai responded calmly, “It’s alright.” Even if Liu Ziming didn’t show up this time, Ji Chenai resolved to confront the issue eventually, preferring to deal with it decisively.

Perceiving Ji Chenai’s apparent passivity, Liu Ziming assumed he had surrendered. Fearful of Zhou Yaoyun discovering the truth, he hesitated to proceed further. With an unsettling expression on his face, filled with anticipation, Liu Ziming grasped Ji Chenai’s leg and pulled him closer, his demeanor growing increasingly disturbing.

As Ji Chenai was pulled closer, he retrieved something beneath his pillow and discreetly concealed it under the quilt to his right.

Ji Chenai’s feet were remarkably beautiful. Since he rarely put weight on them, they maintained their natural shape, with translucent blood vessels visible beneath the smooth, white skin. His toenails were rounded and appeared enticing, except for the thin ones.

Liu Ziming planted a kiss on Ji Chenai’s foot, eager to remove his pants and engage in a simulation of intercourse using Ji Chenai’s feet.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Ji Chenai remained eerily silent, until Liu Ziming had removed his pants when Ji Chenai softly said. “Can you come closer? I have something to say to you.”

Seeing Ji Chenai like this, Liu Ziming didn’t think that Ji Chenai would resist, so he boldly came over and bit Ji Chenai’s ear “Baby, what do you want to say?”

“I said, don’t mess with me,” said Ji Chenai.

Before Liu Ziming could react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Weakened, he collapsed onto the bed, only to discover a fruit knife deeply embedded in his stomach.

Blood gushed out, staining the sheets crimson. Ji Chenai wearing an expression devoid of emotion, wielding the fruit knife, and with his left hand, he reached for Liu Ziming’s abdomen, grasping a semi-erect genital.

Delivering a chilling warning, Ji Chenai said. “Baby, I just want to say, remember, don’t mess with me.”

With those words, Ji Chenai raised the knife and swiftly severed Liu Ziming’s genitals, eliciting a piercing scream from him. Ji Chenai, fully aware of the pain, disregarded it and callously shoved the severed organ into Liu Ziming’s mouth.

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