Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Violence……

Using violence...

Yang An was startled by his own thoughts.

But now it seems there is no better way.

He remembered watching some short dramas where the main characters often faked their deaths to escape.

good results.

But I am just an ordinary person.

He's not a rich kid, nor does he have assets worth tens of billions.

Where can one find so many resources and connections to stage a "fake death" act?

And, you also have to go to school...

"Violence, violence..."

Yang An clenched his fists and pounded on the bedding, but after a while, he couldn't help but lose his strength.

Why does this kind of thing always happen to me...?

Outside the bedroom, the bathroom door was pushed open.

He immediately became alert, quickly exited the privacy space of his phone, turned off the screen, and put it back in its original place.

Soon, Jiang Nianxi, wrapped in a bathrobe and rubbing her beautiful hair with a towel, slowly walked in.

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

She didn't climb into bed immediately, but instead sat on the dressing table and put down the towel.

It's not about fiddling with makeup.

Instead, she looked in the round mirror and pinched the soft, white skin on her face.

She suddenly said, "I've gotten quite fairer-skinned while living with you."

Seeing the young man's expressionless face, she smiled.

"Don't look so down, let me tell you something funny."

"Yesterday afternoon, when I was coming back from the department office, a senior student stopped me and said he wanted to invite me to work on the school's innovation project."

Yang An pulled the blanket up slightly: "You agreed?"

"no."

"I've heard that starting a business at the university is a great opportunity that can greatly enhance one's resume..."

"I'm not a dork like you."

Jiang Nianxi turned off the heat lamp switch on the side of the dressing table, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down.

In bed, she untied her bathrobe, groped around for a while, and then hugged Yang An's waist.

The still-damp hair brushed against Yang An's forearm, causing him to involuntarily stiffen for a moment.

Jiang Nianxi poked his cheek: "Silly boy, there are plenty of classmates with creative ideas at school, I've never said I wanted to do this."

"Why did that senior not go to anyone else, but instead contacted me privately without my knowledge? What do you think he's up to...?"

"..."

That's definitely true.

Yang An remained silent.

"These people... I don't know what they're thinking. I've said it so many times, emphasized it so many times, I have someone I love, I love him very much..."

"But they're like a swarm of flies, constantly trying to disgust me."

"What a bunch of filthy animals whose minds are controlled by their lower bodies..."

At this point, Jiang Nianxi closed her eyes and hugged herself even tighter.

"...Perhaps some people simply don't know?"

After thinking for a moment, Yang An asked casually.

However, Jiang Nianxi couldn't help but scoff: "That's why I say you're naive."

"Hey, good boy, let me ask you something."

She propped herself up, leaning halfway against Yang An, so close that she could clearly see the reflection of him in her eyes.

She laughed and asked, "Have you ever pursued a girl?"

Such a thing, of course, does not exist.

Yang An's lips twitched slightly.

During middle school, I was instilled with the idea that learning is paramount, but I was also constrained by inferiority and avoidance when facing girls.

Looking back now, his past seems to consist only of studying, taking exams, correcting mistakes, and apologizing...

He remained silent, so Jiang Nianxi continued, "When it comes to pursuing girls, how many people do you think would act rashly without knowing anything about them?"

"If you know nothing, understand nothing, and just dare to try it out because someone looks good, that's called casting a wide net."

"If they knew and still dared to come, that would be even more disgusting."

"Since you know I have a partner, why are you asking me to give them a chance..."

Her smile was filled with undisguised contempt.

"What kind of good stuff will it be this time?"

"..."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Yang An lowered his eyes.

"Aren't you...jealous?"

"..."

"Knowing that I was being chased by those flies, didn't you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable?"

"..."

"Oh dear, say something."

Jiang Nianxi seemed determined to get a concrete answer.

One minute they're pinching my cheeks, the next they're rubbing against me.

But how was Yang An supposed to answer that?

What is jealousy?

What exactly does jealousy mean?

The boundaries have always been blurred.

However, in essence, it is just a concrete manifestation of possessiveness.

He thought to himself silently.

But... does he have a possessive desire for Jiang Nianxi?

This is a question that is destined to be difficult to confront directly.

If another man were to flirt with a crazy woman, he might feel a bit uncomfortable.

The reason cannot be found.

But he was very reluctant to actually spend his life with Jiang Nianxi in a world of just the two of them.

That's just how people are sometimes; when faced with specific situations, some ideas often coexist despite their contradictions.

Right now, his main thought is how to get away from it. How can I give him an answer?

"...If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Jiang Nianxi's voice was soft and low.

"I don't believe you. You really have no heart."

"Threatening you was my fault. I don't blame you for hating me..."

"But we've been together for so long, haven't we developed feelings for each other while sleeping together?"

"I have never treated you badly. Whatever you want to eat, I will make it for you. Clothes, books, whatever you want, I can give up myself to save money for you."

"Can you honestly say with your hand on your heart that you could just stand by and watch me be taken away by other flies?"

"..."

Yang An remained silent, as if he were dead, and did not utter a sound from beginning to end.

"...You're like a rock, you little fool, you idiot."

Jiang Nianxi rolled over and straddled his waist, turning off the bedroom light as she did so.

She placed her hands on either side of Yang An's head, slowly leaned down, and whispered in Yang An's ear: "However, even if you are a heartless stone, no matter how hard to grind, no matter how much you use that outer shell to resist..."

"I'll gradually, little by little, work you through."

"Tear away your so-called protective shell, and stuff my burning heart inside..."

Yang An listened to these ambiguous words and, as he had done countless times before, simply closed his eyes.

The night is still long.

Just like the process we were so familiar with before.

He knew what to do next.

The woman's soft laughter, accompanied by her increasingly heavy breathing, filled the empty bedroom.

Jiang Nianxi was like a very experienced big cat, manipulating the young man at will.

This is not a game of chasing.

But like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, this always weakens the prey's psychological defenses invisibly.

Sometimes people can't control their wild thoughts, but their body's endocrine system can.

Physical intimacy is what succumbs before the heart.

……

Early in the morning, when Yang An put on his pajamas and walked out of his bedroom, a steaming breakfast was already laid out in the small living room.