"My boyfriend is coming to pick me up."
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It appeared that even a murderer harbored fear from death.
"Wait!" Hong Yunyi shouted in despair. "Wait, wait! Don't kill me!"
Julian shot him a saccharine smile.
"And why not? The world will be rid of one more scum. Isn't that a great thing?"
Hong Yunyi's brain churned like a tempestuous sea, frantically churning out possibilities. A single, believable excuse could be his salvation.
"I can help you!" He cried out.
"Help me?"
Julian nudged the barrel a hairsbreadth upwards, but the cold weight of the gun remained a constant threat against Hong Yunyi's temple.
"Your man shot me and you slashed my wrist with a blade."
"And I dressed your wound!" Hong Yunyi insisted.
"Not because you are a saint," Julian pointed out. "You were thinking of drinking my blood again at a later time, just in case you needed more."
