Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Every time I see this scene, I feel a subtle sense of satisfaction...

This is what a home should be, a home that is complete and happy.

It's not a broken home.

During the long night, we can sleep in each other's arms.

Jiang Nianxi felt that it was already very helpful and enough to soothe the fatigue and grievances of the day.

She placed the fruit plate on the bedside table, bent down, and reached out to stroke the young man's cheek.

Slowly, it slid down the neck.

The tingling sensation made Yang An unable to continue pretending to be dead.

He opened his eyes and grabbed the little hand that was trying to cause trouble.

Soft and boneless, smooth and tender.

Jiang Nianxi was stunned the moment she was caught.

She didn't expect that her deskmate was pretending to be asleep.

"So you were awake?"

After regaining her senses, she sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile.

"Sit up, the fruit platter is ready."

Yang An had just sat up on the bed when a pair of small hands immediately reached out, picked up the sides of the blankets, and pulled them up.

Cover his upper body again.

"Don't leave your clothes on all the time, you'll catch a cold."

Jiang Nianxi spoke softly, and at such close range, Yang An could just see her fair neck.

The faint scent of jasmine, perhaps because I've been smelling it for a while, has become somewhat familiar.

If one day, I really leave Jiang Nianxi.

Yang An thought to himself, without this flavor, he might feel awkward for a while.

He brought a grape to his lips, his lips parted slightly, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he asked, "When...when are we going back to school?"

Jiang Nianxi didn't reply, but instead rubbed the grape against him again, gesturing for him to open his mouth.

Seeing that Yang An obediently ate it, she smiled and said.

"The end of this month, January 29th."

"...Can I not go?"

"If you don't want to go, that's fine too. You can stay home, sleep, and play on the computer. It's definitely more comfortable than making this trip."

Jiang Nianxi then used a bamboo skewer to pick up a piece of pear, speaking softly.

"I've already filled out the form and submitted it to the department. I can handle all of this by myself..."

"but……"

Her voice paused, as if she was deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

Yang An raised an eyebrow: "But what?"

"However, it'll be a lot of trouble for me to go alone—giving presentations, getting stamps, distributing recruitment brochures… Well, if you're not going, you have to make it up to me."

"..."

Putting everything else aside, just from that tone, Yang An knew what was going on.

I'm afraid it's that aspect again...

"I want you... to hold me and kiss me for ten minutes."

"...That's all?"

"And then, say 'I love you' a hundred times."

"..."

"Not too much, right... sweetie?"

Jiang Nianxi smiled, her gaze remaining fixed on Yang An's eyes and brows.

It wasn't those things; in Yang An's mind, they didn't quite fit the woman's persona.

"..."

Actually, it does fit the criteria.

He shook his head.

For a fleeting moment, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Jiang Nianxi's eyes.

The smile remained, but a certain emotion was missing.

But Yang An did not mean to reject such a simple exchange.

He replied, "I'll go with you."

"You... don't have to go. If you don't want to go to what I'm suggesting, you can choose something else."

"No, I just... it's been half a year, and I wanted to go back to school to visit. I was just asking casually."

After thinking for a moment, he added softly, "Don't overthink it."

"..."

Jiang Nianxi chuckled softly and lowered her head.

"Is that so..."

Even so, the feeding continued.

Yang An found the feeling of being fed without lifting a finger, bite by bite, to be quite comfortable.

Perhaps... laziness is simply the nature of most people like him.

Even if the person feeding him is an absolutely sick woman.

In no time, the fruit platter that was once full of fruit has become a completely empty plate.

So clean it reflects light.

Jiang Nianxi put away the plates and walked out of the bedroom.

A few minutes later, the pattering sound stopped abruptly, and light footsteps replaced the soft murmur of water.

She came back in, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly began to undress.

The coat was taken off, revealing a black lining underneath.

There are no patterns, no fancy embellishments.

Just from that, Yang An's face flushed red, and he turned his head away.

That's really strange...

So many things have happened, and I always feel a deep sense of embarrassment whenever I face a scene like this.

He felt like he was going crazy.

The bedroom light quietly went out, and in the darkness, warmth slowly enveloped his chest.

He could feel the smooth, long hair brushing against his skin, bringing a slight coolness.

"Um……"

Jiang Nianxi nestled in his arm and rubbed her face against him.

She murmured to herself, "If I could stay nestled in your arms for the rest of my life, that would be the greatest happiness."

"..."

"Don't……"

The tingling sensation continued to slide down from his lower abdomen, and Yang An shuddered, instinctively pressing down on the mischievous little hand.

Jiang Nianxi tilted her face up.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and not a single ray of moonlight could penetrate.

Despite this, Yang An could still vaguely see an innocent expression on that face.

It's as if it's saying, "Why can't I?"

He cleared his throat and tried to reassure people: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I only managed to catch up on a few hours of sleep during the day."

"Tonight... I just want to get a good night's sleep. If this keeps up, I'll break down."

Jiang Nianxi buried her head and whimpered, "Mmm...no."

"Didn't you say you'd be good to me?"

"No, I want to."

"..."

This is always the case.

That's true, huh...

It seems that my own ideas have never been truly respected.

Thinking of this, Yang An slowly released his grip, lay calmly on the bed, and closed his eyes.

She let the little hand roam and caress her body.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi realized that the other party had given up, but she just smiled indifferently.

She leaned half her body against Yang An, pressing her ear against his and exhaling warm, moist breath.

"Sweetie, tomorrow, you can sleep all day. Sleep as long as you want, no one will bother you..."

"You know what, sweetie?"

She laughed and said, "I really want to know, if I keep going against your ideas, will you cry?"

"..."

Yang An turned his face away and remained silent.

"I really want to see you cry... I like you so much."

Sweet words lingered around me, and before I knew it, my body was getting a little hot.

When Yang An felt it was too hot and frowned, trying to push her away a little, the woman was already completely on top of him.

He said helplessly, "Fine, you can do it, but could you... not get so close? It's a bit hot..."