Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

red.

Yang An was not usually afraid of blood, but the sight of the hand in front of him and the bloodstains not far away was visually striking enough.

It even made him feel a little dizzy.

He shook his head and quickly walked to Jiang Nianxi's side.

With the other person looking completely innocent, I took their left hand.

"Aren't you afraid of the pain...?"

The gruesome bloodstains on his left arm made Yang An's temples throb uncontrollably.

That stupid woman.

They really dare to be ruthless.

Blood was still slowly seeping out. Putting everything else aside for the time being, Yang An rummaged through drawers and cabinets for a long time before finally finding his family's spare medical kit.

They were trying to stop the bleeding and apply medicine.

Jiang Nianxi remained quiet and still throughout the entire process.

Let the young people do whatever they want.

She showed none of her previous crazy crying and screaming behavior.

She remained quiet until Yang An would occasionally glance at her expression before continuing to bandage her wound.

Looking at the bandage wrapped around her left arm, Jiang Nianxi opened her red lips slightly.

She looked at Yang An in front of her, stretched out her hands, and said in a soft voice, "Hug."

"..."

At this moment, Yang An finally experienced what it meant to coax a child.

After finishing all this, he remembered the things that had fallen on the floor earlier, so he walked to the other side of the bed.

"This is... nail clippers?"

He picked up the blood-stained object from the ground, waved it in front of his eyes, and felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were immersed in ice water.

The cold metal blade was still attached to the skin tissue.

Nail clippers.

He never imagined that such a thing could become a tool for harming people.

He had just seen the injury on Jiang Nianxi's left hand. It wasn't too deep, but it was definitely unbearable to look at.

This level of injury must be extremely painful.

But now...

Use nail clippers...

A regular knife might not cause much pain, but the two small blades of a nail clipper are angled inwards.

To inflict such a terrifying wound with this, the pain one must endure... I can't even imagine it.

He held the weapon and turned to look at Jiang Nianxi lying on the bed.

Jiang Nianxi's emotions seemed to have completely calmed down.

Her clear, rippling eyes regained their former clarity.

The two looked at each other, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, she spoke softly.

"Sweetie, are you hungry?"

Upon hearing this, Yang An almost slapped himself on the head.

"Is the issue now whether or not to eat?"

"The food is getting cold... I can't go hungry."

"Listen to me first. Right now... no matter what happens, don't hurt yourself, understand?"

"..."

"I advise you to see a psychologist."

"..."

Yang An suddenly felt like slapping himself a few times.

What's the point of saying all this if I'm just being impatient?

You're still a victim yourself, so why are you acting like a big shot here?

Oh……

He found it ironic.

One day, I actually felt sorry for this woman who had once abused me.

I suggest you go to the hospital to get it checked out.

Seeing Jiang Nianxi sit up silently, he said in a low voice.

Knowing the other person was stubborn, he added, "I just want to look at the wound..."

"..."

"No need, I'm used to it. This... makes me feel better." Jiang Nianxi gently stroked the bandage on her left arm with her right hand.

"Doesn't it hurt when you exert force?"

"……pain."

"Don't do it if it hurts."

"If I don't do this, my heart will ache even more."

"..."

"I'll cook you something to eat, and I'll wash the sheets later..."

Jiang Nianxi was about to open the bedroom door when Yang An stopped her first.

Yang An lowered his head, unsure whether he felt dejected or simply pitiful.

He spoke slowly, "I'll do it. You just rest in bed... I'll redo it."

"Pfft..."

"?"

The oppressive, somber, and even slightly melancholic atmosphere was broken by the woman's unexpected laughter.

Awkwardness replaced repression and filled Yang An's heart.

He coughed twice: "What are you laughing at?"

"You silly boy, you idiot, you can't even cook instant noodles, what kind of cooking are you?" Jiang Nianxi wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes and scolded with a smile.

I don't know how to cook instant noodles.

These are all excuses from so long ago.

She still remembers it, and it's truly unbelievable.

Yang An said helplessly, "Say what you will... I'll go reheat the food."

"..."

If you don't say anything, that's considered as consent.

He shook his head and walked out of the bedroom.

Thinking of something, he stopped and turned to order, "Don't do what you just did again, do you hear me?"

Jiang Nianxi leaned against the door frame, and for some reason, she felt that the smile was somewhat tragic.

"Are you concerned about me?"

"Actually, you still care about me, right?"

"I think so too. We've slept together for so long, if he didn't react, I wouldn't believe it..."

"..."

"Your most important task right now is to shut up, turn over, lie down on the bed, and do nothing while I heat up the food."

Yang An was speechless; he was also shocked by the other party's godlike logic.

If sleeping together can truly lead to feelings, then it's because the two people already had a foundation of feelings for each other.

People like Jiang Nianxi, who are forced to sleep with men, would usually end up in jail in other countries.

As for... caring, being concerned.

He touched the bloodstains on his left hand, his expression unreadable.

It should just be...

Have pity on those who are suffering.

……

Finally, at Yang An's insistence, the two finished their meal and walked on their way to the hospital.

No matter what she said, Jiang Nianxi always seemed unwilling.

It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it.

Only when Yang An grabbed her hand and insisted on pulling her away did she symbolically struggle a couple of times before obediently following.

The days in late winter are much longer than in summer.

Moreover, it is cleaner.

To be precise, "clear" is a good adjective.

Yang An was in front, and Jiang Nianxi was being led by the hand.

The bandage on her left hand seemed to have oozed some dark red stains.

"Good boy/girl."

As they walked, the woman suddenly called out to them.

He ignored it.

I walked a few more steps.

"Good boy/girl."

He turned to look at the woman: "What?"

"It hasn't snowed in the city for a long time..."

Jiang Nianxi raised her head, a dreamy look flashing in her eyes.

snow.

Yang An was also confused.

In his memory of Xun City, there are very few instances of snowfall.

I always remember the snowfalls from my childhood very clearly.

But after middle school...

It seems there are only one or two games left.

I can't remember, and it doesn't matter anyway.

He regained his senses and said softly, "Maybe...three years? Or four years?"

"Do you think it's still possible for it to snow, given that it's almost Chinese New Year?"

"...No way, it hasn't rained for so many years, how could it possibly rain this year?"

"What if..."

"Whatever... Hurry up, the injury on your arm is serious, look, the bleeding won't stop."

Although I don't know why the woman suddenly brought this up, the most important thing right now is to get to the hospital.

He continued to pull the other person's right hand.

Jiang Nianxi lowered her head and paused for a moment, then did not resist.