Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Your face is all pale, and you still won't eat."

Yang An approached helplessly: "If you starve to death, I'll be held responsible."

"...I think you'd love for me to die...If I die, the video won't be able to be uploaded, and you'll be free." Jiang Nianxi chuckled.

However, she seems to be feeling a bit better.

She raised her head, with a hint of confidence and gentleness: "Don't worry, no matter what, I won't die."

She reached out and ruffled Yang An's hair as she had done countless times before.

"I won't let you go. As long as you're with me, I won't die."

"...Let's go out and eat, otherwise the food will get cold again if we reheat it later."

Yang An turned his head away, ignoring the topic, and chose to get back on track.

That's just how this woman is.

Every time I'm nice to her, she says some strange things.

It's as if all the sacrifices and concessions were made for someone as worthless as himself.

Treat everything well.

These are all bargaining chips that women use to secure his future and freedom.

Whether it works or not.

Her kindness, undeniably, was indeed for his sake.

Beijing University, founding, money, emotional value...

They bet so much that they lost everything.

Sometimes, Yang An really wanted to cut open her heart and see her fiery, beating soul.

Is it worth it for someone like me...?

He felt it was unnecessary and not worth it.

Moreover, he also disagreed.

This distorted, one-sided love may one day be exposed.

It reveals the naked control and desire within.

"Is eating these enough?"

The food on the table was almost exactly the same as when it was first served.

Yang An looked at the woman sitting next to him with some confusion.

The woman put down her chopsticks and gently wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue.

"Um."

"You don't seem to have eaten much."

"I still need to make dinner in a little while."

"..."

That's the logic.

There's nothing to refute.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang An originally wanted to ask about Jiang Nianxi and her mother.

But after thinking it over, considering the other party's state just now...

It's better to keep the problem to yourself.

"Sweetie...can you...hug me?"

Before the dishes could be cleared away, Jiang Nianxi put down the tissue and turned to meet the gaze that Yang An had just cast over her.

Even though he only glanced at it, Yang An suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed and subconsciously looked away.

However, the next second, warm little hands naturally touched his cheeks.

Little by little.

He turned his gaze back to the present.

They stared at each other, speechless for a long time.

After watching for a while, Yang An's embarrassment gradually disappeared.

"hehe……"

Jiang Nianxi smiled, her fingertips tracing the curves of her face upwards.

Until you touch the outer corner of your eye.

Yang An's eyelashes are quite long; a gentle touch can make him blink involuntarily.

She tilted her head and asked, "Sweetie, when was the first time we met...?"

"A year, or...a year and a half...back then, you were dazed, wearing only your school uniform when the weather got cold, not even willing to wear a shirt on."

"Do you remember something I once told you?"

Yang An searched his memory, but the past seemed to be fading away at an accelerated pace.

He could recall the outline of his senior year of high school.

But I was powerless to change anything, no matter who I met or what they said.

With his face held captive, he could only lower his eyes and ask, "Which sentence?"

"The very first thing I said to you."

"I can't remember..."

"I said."

Jiang Nianxi smiled, her earlier pain seemingly vanishing in an instant.

"Hey, little deskmate, when you're talking to someone, you always have to look them in the eye..."

"..."

"Today, I'd like to add one more thing."

Yang An did not reply; she seemed to be speaking to Yang An, but also to herself.

"I want you... to only talk to me, and you must make eye contact; not with anyone else."

"You are the result of my hard work, and no one can take you away. Even if you want to leave, you can't. I have many ways to make you stay."

She straightened her back and slowly leaned closer to her upper body.

The two people's faces were getting closer and closer.

Ten centimeters, a few centimeters...

Finally, it stopped less than half a centimeter from between the lips.

We were so close to kissing.

"Hold me, sweetie."

Jiang Nianxi urged him softly again, her breath slipping through the gap between Yang An's lips.

Warm and humid.

"..."

At this distance, it's easy to reach out and hug the woman's body.

But if he hugged her, it meant that Yang An had taken the initiative to kiss her.

He was torn.

The woman's perfectly curved red lips seemed to exude a sweet fragrance.

It's seduction, it's temptation.

"good……"

He closed his eyes and hugged her.

Even though a considerable amount of time has passed, he still can't quite get over that lingering hurdle in his heart.

Therefore, he chose not to meet face-to-face.

Unexpectedly, the little hands on both sides of her cheeks exerted force at that moment.

He straightened his head, which had been tilting away.

"Hmm."

"Um."

Their lips pressed firmly together.

At the same time, Jiang Nianxi put one hand behind his head and pressed it firmly, preventing him from pulling away on his own.

With her other hand, she reached through his arm and hugged his back tightly.

What started as a simple, one-sided hug evolved into a tight embrace between two people.

Yang An's mind went blank for a moment.

However, the muscle memory developed over a long period of time made him forget to let go.

His hands were still holding the other person's body.

Her nimble tongue slipped between his lips and, as before, easily pried open his teeth.

To intertwine, touch, and merge with the one you love.

Being held and kissed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw another pair of deeply affectionate eyes.

This feeling of being needed, desired, and possessed...

In the unspoken ambiguity, it transformed into vines, slowly climbing up Yang An's heart.

He is lost.

They did not intend to give up the resistance.

Let the other person's delicate tongue explore your mouth.

"Mmm...uh...mmm..."

Jiang Nianxi savored the taste, occasionally tilting her head, but her red lips pressed tightly against hers, leaving almost no gap.

She liked this feeling.

I enjoy having liquid drawn out from the other person's tongue and sucked into my own mouth.

Swallow and savor.

It was as if they were eating.

They were imbued with the scent of their beloved, leaving their mark on their bodies.

She couldn't heal the wounds in her heart on her own.

But she thought she had found a better and more effective painkiller.

There's no need to heal scars.

It serves as a warning, but it is also a label that is needed.

Rather than be a normal person, she would rather keep this wound in her heart forever.

To prove that you are needed.

To prove oneself, everything one does is traceable.

To prove himself, he needed Yang An's comfort.

She couldn't imagine how painful it would be if one day even her excuse for escaping was torn away alive.