Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Okay... don't be impulsive, I'll listen to you."

What Yang An had just witnessed truly terrified him, fearing that the other party might actually commit suicide in a fit of rage.

As soon as he finished speaking, he shakily extended his right hand.

"It's not about touching your stomach."

"Um?"

"Silly boy..."

Jiang Nianxi felt a tentative touch on her stomach and immediately frowned unhappily.

This isn't the kind of initiative she wants.

If you really want someone to rub your stomach, why hold a knife to your throat?

She raised her chin: "Upwards."

"good……"

Yang An closed his eyes and trembled as he moved his hand slightly upwards.

"Go further up."

"..."

"continue."

"..."

His breath hitched when he touched the familiar arc.

A wave of dizziness still rushed into my mind.

"Hold it yourself."

(No negative guidance)

Jiang Nianxi continued to issue orders, her beautiful eyes observing with great interest.

To be honest, although we've been intimate countless times, this is the first time I've ever let the other person take the initiative to explore my softer areas...

"Jiang Nianxi..."

"..."

The knife made another half cut.

Yang An disregarded any sense of shame and made a snap decision to take action.

It seems there's no room for it...

"I feel so bad right now, help me..." In the blink of an eye, Jiang Nianxi had put down the fruit knife, her eyebrows and eyes gentle.

His other hand was already on Yang An's left hand.

Before the other person could react, she couldn't wait to start massaging herself.

"Well……"

She looked up and let out a sigh.

This taste is indeed...

Wonderful.

A tingling, numb sensation; it felt as if countless tiny electric currents were drilling into the areas touched by a loved one.

It penetrates nerve endings and bypasses neural pathways.

It targets the brain's control areas directly.

but……

not enough.

not enough.

Far from enough.

She lowered her head: "I need both hands."

"..."

(No negative guidance)

Having come to this point, Yang An had no choice but to agree.

Whether you put one hand down or both hands down, it's still putting down.

There's not much difference.

He took a deep breath, and his right hand followed suit.

In an instant, Jiang Nianxi also pressed down hard on the back of his hand.

"Uh..."

The ambiguity was even stronger than before, making the woman's pupils uncontrollably dilate.

She tilted her head back again.

His body trembled violently.

(No negative guidance)

In the first few seconds, from Yang An's perspective, the screen was shaking so badly it looked like a sieve.

Is it really that exaggerated?

He felt a strange, inexplicable fear.

I don't know why, but I feel like women might go crazy like madwomen at any moment.

These actions.

Is it really necessary to shake like this?

"Well……"

As her emotions gradually calmed down, the woman's violently heaving chest remained stubbornly still.

Jiang Nianxi leaned down, her eyes filled with a burgeoning infatuation.

A deep flush spread across her face, like a ripe apple.

Waiting for your beloved to pick them by hand and eat them as they please.

not enough.

not enough.

Far from enough.

Her heart, which had been numbed by pain, began to beat violently again under the stimulation of the other person, and was revitalized.

A surge of feminine desire coursed through her entire body, almost enveloping the young man beneath her.

"you……"

Upon seeing this, Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Give me more, okay?"

Jiang Nianxi didn't give him a chance to speak, but instead completely lowered her body.

Their rapid, hot breaths lashed against each other's faces and lips.

She pleaded, almost begging, "I've given you everything, please give me just a little bit of love?"

"Let me feel your presence, feel that you are truly alive beside me."

"You're all I have left..."

The continuous pleas sounded like whispered sweet nothings in someone's ear.

Again and again.

Like a servant willingly submitting to the feet of a slave.

Longing for even a little charity from its master.

Faced with such humble words and a pitiful expression, Yang An subconsciously looked away.

His hand was still gripping the soft surface, restrained by another pair of hands.

Pulling it away doesn't work, but continuing to press it down seems strange.

Things are starting to get weird...

He gritted his teeth; the intense heat from the close proximity of his body seemed to have a powerful, infectious quality.

He wasn't hot, but within seconds, his body felt as if he were being bathed in hot water, and he became hot and bothered.

Her face flushed uncontrollably.

To be honest, Yang An was rather reluctant to do this kind of thing.

It could even be described as escapism.

It's like there's a sharp thorn in my heart that I can never pull out.

That sharp spike is called control.

But he had already promised Jiang Nianxi that he couldn't skip this trip no matter what.

"Okay, sweetie?"

Jiang Nianxi rubbed against his burning cheeks, her captivating eyes shimmering with tears.

This is how you express your love to him.

Even though the other person wasn't wearing makeup, the feeling of rubbing against them was still a bit strange.

Now that things have come to this, in order to prevent the other party from doing something even more extreme, compromise is far more important than backing down.

"..."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Jiang Nianxi finally let go, but turned around and slowly reached for Yang An's waist.

A tingling sensation was felt in my lower abdomen, which was then drawn in several circles and gradually traveled downwards.

A gentle aura paired with a pitiful face.

Was it a dream?

Or, some kind of blatant trap.

Yang An could no longer think.

The interplay of illusion and tactile sensation can be both alluring and deadly.

Survival, meaning, death.

……

"woke up?"

A warm little hand stroked his cheek, and the woman's soft laughter was melodious and clear.

This is……

Yang An stared blankly at the white ceiling, his breathing becoming lighter.

"Is this still home...?"

"Yes, this is our home."

"..."

He looked in the direction of the hand and saw the woman sitting beside him, a considerate smile on her face.

How much time has passed?

How long did he sleep?

False, real... everything around me seems to be disintegrating in a blurry memory.

He couldn't remember.

I try my best to hide myself in the corner of my memory, down to the smallest details.

This surreal feeling was accompanied by an unspeakable sense of oppression...

"Hehe, goodness, looks like you're still half asleep."

Jiang Nianxi was as gentle as ever, but no matter how you looked at her, she carried a trace of the past.

A lingering aftertaste, a burning, mingled aftereffect.

The bedroom window was pushed open.

A faint scent lingered in the air, not dissipating with the ventilation, leaving behind an ambiguous trace.

To seize upon the subtle clues that have already occurred.

"No, I just... haven't recovered yet." Yang An slowly sat up and shook his head.

Take a deep breath and try to clear your mind.

He asked, puzzled, "What time is it now?"

Jiang Nianxi tilted her head, thought for a moment, and gave an answer without looking at her phone.

"Eleven o'clock."

"night?"

"Um."