Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Ugh... ugh..."

Yang An wanted to say something more, but his mouth was blocked by another pair of warm lips, and he couldn't say anything.

He wanted to beg for forgiveness and admit his mistake.

But the kiss was very long.

It's like he's venting.

It also sounds like resentment.

The sweet, domineering flavor stormed into his mouth, mercilessly occupying every inch of it.

Jiang Nianxi kissed him passionately.

To demand, to give.

It went on for more than ten minutes without stopping.

Saliva dripped from between their lips and down to their chins.

It's sticky and stringy.

Chaos, desire, and all sorts of complex emotions intertwined, like a tangled ball of yarn.

Yang An is feeling very bad right now.

He felt as if his air intake was blocked, and what he was inhaling was not air, but the air that Jiang Nianxi was giving him, the air that was exhaled from his body.

Inside the lungs, inside the mouth.

It even took over the brain.

He was unable to think.

The pupils gradually dilated and began to rotate upwards.

Her eyelids gradually closed.

This domineering kiss represents punishment.

It doesn't bring pleasure, but it does bring fear.

He was feeling suffocated and tried to stick his tongue out to get some air.

This, in turn, gave Jiang Nianxi an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

They continued to conquer and seize territory.

After an unknown amount of time, their lips slowly parted.

It's a mess.

Several silver threads connected the two people's lower lips, like an invisible bridge spanning water.

"Ugh...cough cough, vomit."

Yang An felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders, but the moment he inhaled a large amount of air, he coughed violently.

Finally, he tilted his head to the side and began to dry heave.

"What, you're disgusted with me?"

Jiang Nianxi, who was sitting on his lap, turned cold and grabbed his neck tightly.

It seemed they were trying to stop Yang An from gagging in this way.

But the more he did this, the tighter his throat was constricted, and the more Yang An felt like vomiting.

The fastidiousness that had been worn down before has now, for some reason, experienced a huge backlash.

How disgusting.

I feel like throwing up...

He opened his mouth wide and made two meaningless babbling sounds.

Perhaps it was a product of extreme panic.

He felt a churning in his stomach.

"vomit……"

Yang An vomited.

This time it wasn't dry heaving, I actually vomited.

Not only did he vomit, but he also vomited all over Jiang Nianxi.

"..."

If a person's face can display a variety of emotions.

At this moment, Jiang Nianxi should probably be showing anger and fear.

However, the light was dim and blurry.

All you can see now is her expressionless face.

Just like that, quietly, they watched Yang An finish vomiting.

She was as quiet as a dirty doll.

She glanced at Yang An, who looked pained, then at the filth on her own clothes, and opened her mouth.

Surprisingly, Jiang Nianxi did not feel disgusted or nauseous.

She just watched indifferently, tilting her head slightly.

Her delicate face still bore the marks of last night's elaborate makeup.

"Ugh... Hah, hah." Yang An breathed with difficulty.

I have never felt so bad before.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Have you thrown up enough?"

Jiang Nianxi slowly stood up, took two steps back, and stood directly in front of Yang An.

The filth on his body slowly dripped down.

Alluring beauty.

It was so cold that it made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Well……"

Yang An was destined to be unable to answer her.

It seems like... she's having a relapse.

That sense of dissociation was hazy and indistinct; when he looked at Jiang Nianxi, faint afterimages appeared.

No.

There is more than one Jiang Nianxi.

There are so many people.

So many Jiang Nianxi.

In a dark corner, above his head, on Jiang Nianxi's shoulder...

Many blurry human heads.

Everything around seemed incredibly unreal.

Yang An's soul will be extracted and placed outside his body.

His eyes were vacant, filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Yang An".

Jiang Nianxi smiled and slightly raised her chin.

"I like seeing you all disheveled."

That way, no one else will want to be with you.

No one will help you, no one will care about you, and no one will love you.

They are all hurting you.

I see...

Only I can have you all by myself.

She left the dark, cramped room.

The light vanished as the door opened.

Then they were plunged into eternal darkness.

Yang An raised his head, resting it against the cold chair. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

I wasn't afraid of the dark before.

Now... I feel a little uncomfortable.

The woman never explained the origin of the basement before she left.

Perhaps Jiang Nianxi had been prepared all along?

He was too exhausted to think any further.

The stench emanating from the body irritated my nasal cavity and was unbearable.

Soon after, the hinges of the iron gate creaked.

Jiang Nianxi brought over a large bucket.

The blinding light pierced through his eyelids, and Yang An turned his head to realize that there were lights in the basement.

The woman just hadn't turned it on.

There were lights, a simple faucet, and a small bucket next to the sink.

It was probably meant to wake oneself up.

Jiang Nianxi seemed to have taken a shower; her hair was still wet, and she had changed into a familiar blue men's pajama set.

She turned on the tap, and the strong flow of water hit the bottom of the bucket, making an unsettling sound.

Yang An subconsciously began to struggle slightly.

It wasn't until Jiang Nianxi glanced back at him that he swallowed hard, forcibly calming his trembling body caused by fear and regaining his composure.

After filling the water bucket, Jiang Nianxi carried it and squatted down in front of Yang An.

The rich scent of jasmine helped to counteract the foul odor on my body.

Yang An got a brief respite.

Jiang Nianxi did not choose to splash the water directly, nor did she mind that it was dirty.

Instead, he took out scissors and cut Yang An's clothes and pants apart piece by piece.

Then pull it out forcefully.

Through this series of maneuvers, Yang An was soon completely naked and had nothing to hide.

In the past, I would probably have been incredibly embarrassed.

But in his current state, he couldn't care less about any of that.

He was worried that Jiang Nianxi might kill him.

After all, last night...

Women really do dare to hang themselves.

How can someone who is utterly indifferent to their own life expect others to value the lives of others?

Even if it's someone the other person loved.

Now, all Yang An can probably do is comply.

Take it one step at a time.

Jiang Nianxi's movements were as gentle as ever.

First, gently splash water on it, then wipe it clean little by little with a small towel.

I repeated it many times.

If the water gets dirty, just fill another bucket.

It's like carefully polishing a beloved work of art.

Yang An felt as if he had just taken a bath, completely naked and exposed to the woman without any reservations.

"I've already let my parents know I'm safe."

The woman's voice was as soft as flowing clouds.

She rinsed the small towel under the tap, murmuring to herself.

"This place... I rented it again during the few days you were gone."

"The upper floor is the house, and the lower floor was originally used to store firewood. I cleaned it up."

"This place is also very remote, not in the city. Don't even think about going back unless I agree."

"..."