My Skin Needs Touch, Their Stomachs Turn novel Chapter 126

Chapter 22

Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.

Then, without warning, his hand shot out, clamped around my chin, and he tore my mask off in one ruthless

motion.

The second he saw my scar-riddled face, he went still.

Clarity snapped back into his eyes, and they instantly rimmed with red.

He hauled me into his arms and strode straight toward his room.

The chat feed erupted.

[So she’s disfigured. No wonder she hid her face.]

[Why are you people so toxic? What, only Alice’s minions get to play like this?]

Meg’s face twisted in confusion, and she hurried after us.

She reached the doorway just as he slammed it shut.

She didn’t stop in time and got flattened against the wood.

My heart squeezed.

I squirmed in his arms with all my might.

“How dare you treat my precious daughter like that!”

The headless boss didn’t even glance her way.

He pinned me to the bed, fingertips brushing the scars on my face, his eyes glowing a furious crimson.

“Alice… it’s been a long time.”

“Who hurt you?”

I paused, something flickering at the edge of memory-

a parting whisper: When we meet again, you’ll remember me.

Even if the survival game wiped everything.

Even if time buried me.

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He’d kept his promise.

I, however, had the audacity to grope his abs shamelessly and flash him a teasing grin.

“Oh honey, wrong girl. I’m not Ning Nian. I’m Zero.”

Then, with a laugh, “Still… snagging the final boss as my husband? I’m not complaining.”

His gaze iced over immediately.

He rose from the bed.

Blood spilled from his severed neck, flooding the room until it surged like a crimson tide and swallowed me

whole.

The chat feed lost its mind.

[Everything’s red-no visuals, no audio.]

[Must be too gory. Maybe the system is censoring the boss killing the imposter.]

But they had no clue.

The blood ocean filled the room, yes-but around us, a perfect pocket of dry, untouched space remained.

I lounged safely against the headboard.

He crouched at my feet, eyes shimmering with hurt.

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