Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

He went to the bathroom, picked up a washcloth, filled a basin with cold water, soaked it in it for a while, and then wrung it out.

"My memory hasn't been very good lately, and I forgot where I put the ointment, so I'll have to make do with this for now."

He folded the towel and squatted down in front of Jiang Nianxi.

"Just bear with it for a moment, it might be a little cold..."

"Waaah."

The moment the towel was applied to the ice pack, Jiang Nianxi, whether intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly trembled, almost making his hands shake in fright.

I thought I had accidentally pressed too hard.

After that, there were no major actions. Jiang Nianxi behaved very well, like a docile cat, letting herself be manipulated.

After applying the cold compress several times, Yang An continued to ask questions.

"Are you feeling better?"

"..."

Jiang Nianxi didn't say anything, she just stared straight at him.

"..."

Yang An stopped what he was doing and met the other person's gaze.

"..."

To be honest, the feeling of making eye contact was strange.

Because no one can truly guess what another person is thinking.

Liking someone begins with making eye contact.

Dislike can also begin with eye contact.

Admiration, love, pain, hatred, contempt...

Most emotions can be seen in a person's eyes.

Micro-expressions are difficult to fool without professional training.

But can you guess what he's thinking?

Yang An didn't know, and he thought he probably didn't know what was going on in Jiang Nianxi's mind at this moment.

Because he saw emotions in the other person's eyes that shouldn't have been there.

desire.

A clearly visible burning desire flowed in Jiang Nianxi's eyes.

This scene, this situation.

Why does desire even arise?

He swallowed, sensing that something was off about the atmosphere around him.

"Jiang Nianxi?"

He tried calling out again.

"..."

Depend on.

Could it be that because I was applying a cold compress, I touched it a few times and that...

That can't be that outrageous, can it?

Realizing something was wrong, Yang An tried to leave under the pretext of putting down the towel.

"Waaah."

As soon as he stood up, a small, fair hand tightly gripped his arm.

A plaintive sob came from behind me.

The more he tried to walk, the stronger the force on his arm became.

Having no other choice, Yang An had to turn around again and look down at the woman.

He sighed.

"Jiang Nianxi... I just put down a towel, it's not like I ran away, why do you have to stick to me so tightly?"

"don't want."

"You don't want this, you don't want that, so what do you really want?"

I want you.

Jiang Nianxi suddenly pulled hard, and Yang An, who was standing relaxed and not on guard, lost his balance and fell down.

He just happened to fall into the woman's arms.

The familiar scent of milk and jasmine mingled and filled the young man's lungs. He felt a pressure on his face, and then everything went black; he could see nothing at all.

"Jiang... Nianxi, let me go, I... I can't breathe."

He struggled, but his lower back was held tightly.

The two merged into each other in an odd posture. Jiang Nianxi looked down at the head on her chest and smiled.

Right now, my little one looks just like a baby...

Overwhelmed by maternal love, she slowly reached up with one hand until she climbed onto the young man's head and pressed down hard.

"Hmm."

Yang An felt that this year was definitely going to be a year of bad feng shui.

Calamities come one after another.

Experience whatever pain you feel.

To the uninitiated, the two were being intimate; to the uninitiated, it would seem as if the woman was trying to strangle him.

After a while, he really felt a little suffocated, and when his eyes rolled slightly upwards, Jiang Nianxi released his hand at just the right moment.

The fresh air replaced the murky smell.

Yang An felt himself come back to life once again, panting heavily.

If I remember correctly, I had a fever last night.

He was still in the hospital a few hours ago, right?

"How can you be so tactless... My kind act is rewarded with this?"

"..."

She's not saying anything again.

If pity could move people, then Yang An believed he wouldn't fall for it easily.

At least, that's how it is now.

The two of them are currently in a rather unsightly and uncomfortable position.

After a moment of silence, Yang An tried to get up.

Jiang Nianxi seemed to be bewitched; although she no longer held his head, she hugged his waist.

He even deliberately moved closer and hugged her.

So much so that he and the woman were almost face-to-face, completely pressed together.

"Yang An...do you want me?"

"Let go...what?"

Confused by the question, Yang An's lips parted slightly, and his struggle lessened considerably.

"I said."

Jiang Nianxi's long eyelashes trembled as she buried her face in the young man's neck, her delicate nose pressed against his skin.

With each breath, Yang An was fully aware of his surroundings.

It feels like gently tickling someone with a feather.

Do you want me?

"...I'm quite tired today, Jiang Nianxi."

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed. He knew that in his current state, a direct refusal would most likely not end well.

Moreover... I was still in a passive position.

Of course he knew what Jiang Nianxi meant.

Finding a suitable reason to decline is the best course of action.

"Are you really tired...?"

"Um."

"..."

The tension in my waist eased slightly.

Maybe... I really am quite tired.

Jiang Nianxi lowered her eyes and thought to herself.

Am I being too selfish by doing this?

But if the fire burning in her heart isn't extinguished, she'll suffer greatly...

"..."

"Jiang Nianxi?"

"..."

After a tentative call, the woman in front of him remained motionless, as if she were asleep.

If it weren't for the slight breathing around his neck, he wouldn't have dared to even breathe loudly.

He knows Jiang Nianxi too well.

The quieter it is, the more trouble will follow.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman in his arms finally spoke indistinctly.

"You've just been discharged from the hospital, I won't make things difficult for you this time..."

"Let me hold you for a little while, just a little while."

Is she begging?

Is it the same old order?

Perhaps the difference between the two has long since become less obvious.

If a simple hug can resolve the dilemma, it's already the best solution.

Yang An sighed and let the other person hold him tightly.

His hands also reached across her sides and wrapped around her back.

Jiang Nianxi always seems to be warm and welcoming.

People are like this, and so is their hearts.

Forever fiery, forever vibrant.

Sometimes Yang An wonders if his current numbness is caused by his own stubbornness.

Or... the heart in his arms, facing him, beating steadily.

It has been a long time since he has truly and silently felt this body like this.

Resistance and compliance are intertwined.

A woman wants him to obey, but instinctively wants him to be free.

and so……

Should people live in a stable, controlled environment, or should they live in a free and unfettered world?

No risk or responsibility is involved.

Or, simply living is a kind of meaning in itself.