The more she said, the deeper the boy's smile.

Finally, he clapped his hands excitedly, "Wow! Little sister, you guessed it all right! "

"Why did you do that?!" Wen churan asked incomprehensibly.

"Ah!" Yaheng suddenly put on a regretful expression, "the little sister guessed so much right, but can't guess the last point?"

He tilted his head and smiled, saying in a very innocent way, "this is just a unique hobby of mine!"

Hobby?

When Wen churan frowned, he saw the boy walking past her, walked in front of the glass can, and then reached out and stroked the glass can, just like stroking the women soaked in formalin.

Looking at those women whose bodies were swollen and white, he seemed to be watching a "perfect" work. His expression became more and more obsessed, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was cold and strange.

"I like these young ladies and sisters, and I prefer their bodies. They are so slim and slim that they must be very beautiful when made into specimens!"

The young man's tone was full of joy and excitement.

Wen churan was more and more disgusted. He couldn't help scolding a "pervert!"

Instead of getting angry, the teenager smiled and admitted, "you're right. I'm a pervert. I remember when I was very young, whenever I met some older sisters, I saw not their faces but their bodies at first sight. As long as I saw the shiny bodies, I would have the idea of making them into specimens and collecting them, Since then, I have known that I am a child with mental illness. But what can be done? "

He shrugged helplessly. "My hobbies are just different from others, which doesn't mean they can't exist. As long as my idea is not found, I am still a clever and lovely child in the eyes of others. Unfortunately... You found out. "

Looking at the young man's malicious eyes, Wen churan's heart trembled fiercely, "so... You also want to make me a specimen?"

“NONONO!” Yaheng waved his fingers at her. "Although your body is perfect, I have always been very principled. I will never rob anything booked by others."

"What do you mean?" Wen churan couldn't understand what he said.

Yaheng explained, "a man came to me before. He promised to send me many perfect women, but the premise is that he needs you first!"

"Who?!"

Yaheng thought, "I haven't seen him, because he always wears a mask, and I don't know his name, but others call him..."

Before the young man finished his words, Wen churan had a vague answer in his heart.

"Mr. h." She preempted the man's name.

Yaheng exclaimed, "so you know him, miss! If you know him, hurry back to him and save me from doing anything. If I hurt you, it would be bad. "

"Back to him? No way! " Wen churan sneered, "you tell him to stop haunting me and come to me with your mask if you have the ability!"

Yaheng said, "it's not my job to tell you! I just need to give you to him. If you have anything to say, little sister, you'd better tell him yourself. "

When the young man finished, the corners of his mouth aroused a smile of innocence and evil charm.

Then, step by step, he walked towards Wen churan.