Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

A hug and a kiss felt exceptionally long.

Yang An felt his lips go numb before the woman finally gave him a reluctant look.

The separation process was extremely slow.

Between their lips, several transparent threads were drawn out as the liquid mingled.

"Slurp."

Jiang Nianxi stirred it with the tip of her tongue and sucked it all into her mouth.

"How does it feel?"

She smiled and pressed her index finger against the other person's chest, slowly sliding it down.

"Not good." Yang An shook his head.

"You silly boy, you're already aroused, what's wrong with that?"

Jiang Nianxi's words were pointed.

"..."

They were hugging and kissing so tightly just now.

It's incredibly ambiguous.

Yang An turned his head away speechlessly.

In that case, it would be abnormal if there was no reaction.

Suddenly, Jiang Nianxi raised her head slightly, her little face flushed, and leaned closer again.

Her bright, clear eyes seemed to gleam with desire.

Do you want to?

What are you thinking?

This time, Yang An only leaned back slightly, without retreating: "What do you mean?"

"Do."

"...Why do you think that way?"

"Your body is more honest than you are; you must learn to be as honest as your body."

Jiang Nianxi chuckled twice, and her small hand, which had been resting on her lower abdomen, slowly climbed up until it landed on the zipper of the young man's clothes.

"Isn't this what I really want?"

"I don't."

"Just say what you want to say, I have many ways to help you solve it..."

"It's just a normal reaction...it doesn't represent my subjective will." It wasn't until those nimble little hands started to unzip his zipper that Yang An belatedly began to resist.

He grabbed those small hands and subconsciously swallowed.

She was just crying her eyes out over a text message, and now she's acting like she's in heat again.

A woman's thoughts are so unpredictable and erratic...

Moreover, putting aside physical desires, he genuinely had no such thoughts.

He had originally intended to comfort the woman, seeing how heartbroken she was.

"You want to do it."

"I don't want to."

"You want to."

"You...you shouldn't do this..."

"..."

Yang An was forced to retreat step by step until he was pinned to the sofa with nowhere to escape.

On the other hand, Jiang Nianxi had one hand roaming over his body and the other hand reaching over his shoulder and pressing against the back of the sofa.

His arm and the corner of the sofa formed a quadrilateral cage, trapping him inside.

"Oh dear, I feel so bad... I feel so heartbroken."

If you feel unwell, just get a good night's sleep.

Yang An's lips twitched as he tried to stop the other person from groping him.

Why would I sleep with him?

Will sleeping with him make the other person feel better?

"Touch it, touch it, touch here, can you feel my heart?"

Jiang Nianxi took his left hand, without feeling shy or embarrassed, and pressed it directly against her soft skin.

Unlike Yang An, she wore very little clothing at home.

With only a thin layer of fabric and no underwear, it's practically the same as not wearing anything at all.

In an instant, the scalding body temperature seeped into my palm and melted into my flowing blood.

Yang An's face quickly flushed.

I just hugged and kissed him; I'm already used to it, so it doesn't matter.

But such actions were tantamount to roasting him over a fire.

The blood in my whole body felt like it was flowing backwards.

"My goodness, can you feel it? My heart is bleeding... it's crying out in despair..."

No, with such a big clump between us, I can't feel anything, let alone a heartbeat.

"I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much agony... No one can comfort me except you, only you can hear it, feel it..."

"I have given you everything, and I have nothing left for myself. Even if you only offer me a little bit of physical affection, I would gladly accept it."

As Jiang Nianxi continued speaking, a blush crept up at the corners of her eyes.

She pressed Yang An's left hand hard against her body, as if that would allow him to hold her wounded heart.

It is a form of comfort.

It also represents control.

She was willing to give her most precious heart to the other person, letting him mold it as he pleased.

They've all sunken in...

Yang An actually wanted to look away, but the feeling was just too awful and the scene too ambiguous.

Her proud softness was pressed into this shape...

It's hard not to watch it.

He tried to reason with the woman: "I know you're upset, but what you need most right now is rest and a good night's sleep."

"Will the pain disappear after a good night's sleep?"

"..."

"Pain will only be delayed and accumulated, damn it, what I need is to vent."

"But I really don't want to right now..."

"Just help me out, okay? You don't need to do anything, I can do it, okay?"

"..."

Yang An fell silent.

"I'm in so much pain. Without you to help me vent this pain, I'd rather die right now."

"Don't!"

Seeing the other person suddenly sit up straight and reach for the fruit knife on the table, Yang An was startled.

He quickly stepped aside to block it.

"If you don't want me to die, or to stab you in the hand, then give it to me, okay?"

Jiang Nianxi was only pretending, but seeing how nervous he was, she felt a warm feeling welling up inside her.

Instead of grabbing the fruit knife, she used both hands to press the other person down again.

Her pitiful appearance, coupled with tears welling up in her eyes, made her look utterly pathetic.

It's hard not to feel pity for them.

This trick works on almost every normal man, including Yang An.

But Yang An's biggest concern was that he didn't want this woman to die right now.

Ultimately, all those things the woman did before were just... to possess him exclusively.

It doesn't seem like... it's that excessive?

At the very least, the crime doesn't warrant the death penalty.

He said helplessly, "Wait a minute, could you... give me a moment to process this?"

"You still want to drag it out; you even want to delay something like this."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nianxi chuckled.

It seems they won't be willing to do it without some serious consequences.

This is a good opportunity to properly cure my deskmate's procrastination problem.

Her gaze drifted back to the fruit knife.

By the time Yang An realized what was happening, the woman had already snatched the fruit knife and held it to her own neck.

Her snow-white neck contrasted sharply with the cold blade pressed against her skin.

There is an indescribable sense of reasoning and beauty.

It's like a bright red rose covered in deadly thorns.

"Now, touch me."

She raised her head slightly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Yang An's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously tried to grab the other's hand holding the knife. However, Jiang Nianxi had anticipated this. As soon as his hand touched the back of his hand, the knife sliced ​​a line of blood down his snow-white neck without hesitation.

"Don't be like that. We've been through so much together. I've always agreed to your requests. Don't joke around with yourself."

He panicked and let go.

Jiang Nianxi's goal is clearly very stubborn and very clear.

Having come this far, it would be a waste of the bloody mark I've made if I didn't make some demands.

"Touch me first."