Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"..."

After a few wriggles, Jiang Nianxi slowly raised her tear-streaked face.

Yang An couldn't see the tears clearly, but he could see Jiang Nianxi's red eyes.

Her pitiful eyes met his gaze without any attempt to hide it.

She was really heartbroken from crying.

He's bad at comforting people...

So, I could only keep filming and saying, "No matter what, if you keep crying, your eyes will get swollen..."

"Yang An".

Jiang Nianxi choked up, unsure if her words of comfort had any effect.

Yang An nodded: "I'm here."

"..."

"If I weren't so beautiful, if I didn't have all these accolades... would you still be with me?"

"..."

The woman's question left Yang An momentarily at a loss for words.

"I……"

Rather than saying he couldn't answer, he was actually just slow to think.

"……Won't."

He shook his head.

"Ha... I know, I'm worthless, you always will be..."

Before the woman could finish her pessimistic words, Yang An scratched his head and said, "I don't want to be with you right now either..."

"..."

"..."

The conversation often ends with just a trivial answer.

Jiang Nianxi broke down.

The tears she had managed to stop started flowing again, as if they were free.

She cried much harder than before.

Now it was Yang An's turn to panic.

He was just stating the facts from the bottom of his heart, but it seems he messed things up...

What to do?

What to do?

Yang An looked at the woman curled up in a ball on the bed again, unable to speak and unsure of what to do with her hands.

Moreover, the woman's cries should be as mournful as possible, as if the whole world had abandoned her.

He felt a little down after hearing that.

"Waaah... Waaah..."

"..."

Ugh……

Having no other options, Yang An simply moved a little closer.

His hand hovered in mid-air, hesitant.

A few seconds later, she gently pulled him close.

At this moment, Jiang Nianxi was still weeping, her head bowed, because of what her mother and Yang An had said.

Her heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless fine needles, making it hard to breathe and impossible to break free.

Keep trying, keep trying, keep trying!

How hard does she have to work to satisfy her mother?

How much would she have to give to make Yang An willingly give himself to her?

She's already good enough... she's already given so much...

Or will I get nothing at all?

She was in pain, struggling, trying to reach her hand out of the abyss, wanting to be treated well.

But...why...

Why did it turn out like this...?

Is it possible that after giving everything, all you'll get in return is repeated slander?

"Hehe, haha..."

Her body trembled slightly, and she opened her lips, wanting to vent her discomfort and declare her pain.

But what came out was a grating laugh.

"Hahaha……"

She tilted her head back, tears streaming down her face, while her laughter continued uncontrollably.

How ridiculous, how ridiculous...

What I thought was salvation, what I had always wanted, turned out to be... worthless.

so painful...

It hurts so much...

Before Yang An could hug her, Jiang Nianxi suddenly sat up and crawled to the head of the bed.

high speed.

By the time Yang An noticed, she had already opened the bedside table and taken something out.

"Don't!"

Then, to the young man's astonishment, she picked up the object with her right hand and, without hesitation, stabbed it viciously into her left arm.

Yang An didn't have time to think, and immediately pounced on her, hugging her tightly from behind.

Use your free hand to grasp the other person's right hand as tightly as possible.

He sensed it.

A cool, metallic feel.

And... there's a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Uh..."

The woman let out a muffled groan, caught off guard.

The item in his hand was forcibly knocked aside.

"hehe……"

"Ugh... Let go of me... Let go of me!"

Her lips trembled as she struggled.

But he could smell the blood in the air, and in order to prevent her from doing anything even more frightening, Yang An dared not let go easily.

Jiang Nianxi is very strong.

It's ridiculously big.

Yang An hugged him tightly from behind, and could even feel his shoulder joints creaking.

Although I don't know what that thing was.

"Let me go... Waaah..."

Although he said it that way, in reality, his strength was getting weaker and weaker as time went by.

The final struggle was like a kitten scratching an itch.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to be with me? You never wanted to? Go away! Why are you hugging me? Waaah..."

"I told you to leave! Go ahead!"

"Waaah...waaah..."

"..."

Yang An silently held it, his thoughts equally complex.

Putting aside other factors.

He knew that Jiang Nianxi was just saying that out of anger.

If I really leave, I will definitely suffer the consequences.

And...it seems the woman was just self-harming.

Yang An couldn't really just let it go.

"Waaah..."

A hug is always the best comfort.

Language can cause unintentional harm, but warmth and tolerance are irreplaceable.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi has stabilized.

She occasionally sobbed, her body involuntarily curling up in Yang An's arms.

Yang An couldn't see clearly, but he could sense that the other person's breathing was gradually becoming more stable.

"call……"

Fortunately.

He was secretly relieved that the woman hadn't done anything more outrageous.

If a woman really wants to break free, she can do it effortlessly.

This also indirectly confirms that Jiang Nianxi is still unwilling to really push him away.

However, once things have calmed down, there are more important matters to attend to.

Thinking of this, Yang An released his grip and was about to get up.

"No……"

He had just let go when the woman suddenly hugged his waist tightly.

Her body began to tremble slightly again.

Jiang Nianxi buried her face in his waist, almost trembling as she squeezed out a few words from her throat.

"do not leave Me."

"..."

At that moment, Yang An felt a brief moment of relief.

The stench of blood in the air once again filled his nostrils.

Yang An regained consciousness.

He quickly and gently patted the other person's head, trying to soften his voice: "Jiang Nianxi, I'm not leaving, I'm just going to turn on the light..."

"Would you like to be with me?"

The woman suddenly brought up the topic of death again.

But to avoid a repeat of the stress he felt earlier, what could Yang An do but lie and say, "Um..."

"You're lying... Humph..." Jiang Nianxi sobbed.

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you."

"You're just a puppy."

"..."

In the end, Jiang Nianxi reluctantly let go.

pat!

The bedroom light turned on immediately.

Soft light instantly filled the entire bedroom.

When Yang An looked at the "battlefield" again, the first thing that caught his eye was a small patch of dark bloodstains next to the bed.

Bloodstains ran from the floor all the way to the bed and bedding...

Circle upon circle, as neat as lotus leaves.

Some are big, some are small.

Not many, but shocking enough.

He remembered that he had just hugged Jiang Nianxi, and subconsciously raised his hands.

Only a tiny bit got on my right hand.

The left hand must have brushed against the other person's wound, as the bloodstains ran from the wrist down to the forearm.