Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"you……"

The heat alone was enough to instantly calm the restless Yang An down.

All sorts of strange thoughts in my mind were forcibly erased.

My body calmed down faster than my mind.

"What are you hiding from?"

The woman exhaled softly, her words carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and confusion.

In her view, sharing a bed and sleeping in each other's arms is the most normal way for two people to get along.

Even with amnesia, Yang An is still Yang An.

But this warmth that was integrated into his life made Yang An feel very uncomfortable.

Always feel something is not right.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

He gritted his teeth, slightly hunched his body, and tried to minimize the contact area with the other person.

For the past few days, Jiang Nianxi had taken care of his daily life and washing up, considering that he was still a patient.

Even after thinking it over, they only exchanged a few intimate moments before making a makeshift bed on the floor next to the large bed.

In order not to affect the recovery of the injury.

But things are different now.

My health is almost fully recovered.

There must be some form of marital intimacy, right?

Does amnesia, which may never be fully recovered, mean that two people should become like strangers and interact as strangers?

Jiang Nianxi felt very uncomfortable.

The more Yang An tried to back down, the more she wanted to cross the line.

Just like it is now.

She untied her fingers and ran her right hand up the lines of her abdomen to her chest.

Her left hand tightly gripped Yang An's waist to prevent him from escaping.

The burning heat traveled along the little hand, from the spine to the back of the head, reaching the brain region that controls hormones.

It's tingling and numb, making you shudder involuntarily.

"Don't do this..."

Yang An's breathing gradually became heavier.

His consciousness was stubbornly resisting.

Even if you can't push it, you should still push it with all your might.

"How... um?" Jiang Nianxi wasn't going to let him off the hook, and smiled.

The right hand did not remain on the chest, but continued upwards.

A tingling, electric-like sensation crept up to my neck.

She breathed warm, suggestive air onto her cute, flushed ears.

Yang An blushed.

Uncontrollable blushing.

He gritted his teeth: "Could you move a little further away? I... I'm feeling a bit unwell."

My mind was already foggy.

That annoying woman had to pull this stunt at this time.

Can't you get a good night's sleep?

Why?

"I don't feel well."

"That's why I'm taking care of you."

"I...I don't need it. I want to be alone for a while..."

"What's the point of being alone? I'll stay with you."

"..."

Jiang Nianxi was like a stubborn plaster that could never be peeled off; no matter how hard one tried to pull it off, one could not get rid of it.

She flirted with him using ambiguous behavior, trying to prove their close relationship.

She wanted to see Yang An verbally refuse, but actually lose his composure.

I want to see...

His eyes were glazed over.

Spasms in the limbs...

She wanted to see the other person's most out-of-control behavior.

The more I resisted, the more rapid my breathing became.

The absurdity and the tearing apart of order excited her enough to give rise to thoughts of destruction.

But Jiang Nianxi will not destroy the other party.

For her.

Controlling mental disorder is far more difficult than controlling material destruction.

It's like a piece of bulletproof glass.

Appreciate how it crumbles inch by inch because of itself.

"If you'd like... I can also provide stress-relief services?"

Her laughter was light and gentle.

"Just for you."

Hand gestures and verbal cues.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

At this moment, Jiang Nianxi was like a succubus crawling out of hell, her little tail tightly wrapped around her from head to toe, watching her prey struggle while eagerly arousing its desire.

She liked this feeling.