Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Don't cry."

Jiang Nianxi wiped away her tears again, her sobs almost too soft.

She forced a smile.

"If I don't cry, how will you get close to me?"

I don't play the victim.

What reason do you have to get close to me?

I don't show my vulnerable side.

You will never feel sorry for me.

You'll just think I'm cheap.

They think I'm frivolous, lack self-respect, and don't love myself.

I feel suffocated.

I'll show you my strength, and I'll show you my vulnerability as well.

because I love you.

"...Huh?!"

Before Yang An could say anything, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, and the hand that was touching his face reached back and pressed against the back of his head.

"Hmm."

A solid kiss.

Jiang Nianxi closed her beautiful eyes, tears still welling up, but her kiss was exceptionally proactive.

Yang An could only stand there stiffly, trying to push him away, but his hands felt like lead.

Jiang Nianxi tasted the sourness in her mouth, as if all the suffering she had endured over the past twenty years had coalesced into one.

She remembered that in that alley, she had mysteriously pulled Yang An aside, while Yang An looked nervous and flustered.

She remembered that day in the classroom during morning self-study, when she nervously gave him her first kiss.

Many faces are locked in her heart.

Many, many.

A distorted face, a face that cries and laughs.

None of the photos were of her own.

But every time she saw it, it touched her heart.

My heart can't hold any more.

It will overflow.

It transformed into chains of obsession and pain, binding her tightly as well.

she cried.

Tears streamed down my face in large drops.

It hurts so much.

It's so painful.

It turns out that from beginning to end, she could never bear so much malice.

With no other choice, one can only let this malice destroy them.

Ultimately, he alienated himself.

Jiang Nianxi knew that she shouldn't be like this.

She should be sunny, cheerful, confident, and kind to everyone.

She should live her own life.

However, not everyone will show her kindness.

She willingly succumbed to darkness, willingly becoming the very thing she hated most.

I just want less pain and more joy.

The world should give her a little more love.

Perhaps she has a mental illness.

Perhaps she should listen to her psychiatrist and take medication to improve her condition.

Perhaps one day in the future, she will see the sunlight again, go to see the blooming flowers, and breathe fresh air.

You don't have to depend on anyone to live.

You don't have to live for others.

Before this, there was no medicine that could cure her.

Jiang Nianxi's need for love has been entirely transferred to this young man.

She needs Yang An.

She believes that as long as there is enough love, and exclusive love, she will be able to see the good in the world again.

She will never let Yang An go.

This kiss was somewhat rough; it was an unreasonable kiss.

Because love itself is irrational.

Love needs no reason.

She wanted Yang An because she wanted to find someone similar to herself.

She wanted Yang An again to satisfy her twisted desires and need for control.

And now she wants Yang An.

It's simply because of love.

Pure love, redemptive love.

"Cough cough... Heh..."

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Yang An leaned against the bedroom door and coughed, but surprisingly, he didn't feel nauseous.

Even if the other person gets their saliva into their mouth.

"Yang An..."

Jiang Nianxi took a step back, making room.

Her eyes were red at the corners, but she still smiled as she spoke.

"I don't want you to go to hell."

What does that mean?

Yang An was taken aback by the inexplicable words.

"Let's climb up together," Jiang Nianxi said with a light laugh.

Go see the sunshine, breathe in the air, and savor the flavors.

Break life down into its pieces.

Untie the shackles from my heart.

Let all those malicious faces be unleashed.

You're with me.

I'll stay with you too.

"Have you... calmed down?"

Yang An wiped the water off his lips, his breathing heavy.

What just happened was so sudden that his mind is still blank.

After much thought, this is the best way to put it.

"..."

Calm down?

Jiang Nianxi brushed a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear, raised her head again, and although her eyes were still red, the tears had stopped flowing.

She remained calm throughout.

"Take off your clothes."

She lifted the hem of Yang An's pajamas, looked at it, and then put her hand down.

As she said this, Jiang Nianxi began to unbutton her pajamas.

Then he walked to the bedside, sat down, and placed his hands on the bed.

Quietly observe the young man's next move.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

"...You've already satisfied your desire for a kiss."

Yang An turned his head away, trying his best to avoid seeing the erotic scene.

"But I want more than just kisses," the woman said calmly.

"Does it have to be something like that before you're satisfied?"

"no."

"So what do you want? The way you're putting on this show, isn't it just..."

I want you.

Jiang Nianxi's tone was unusually calm.

But the weight of those three words goes far beyond what happens in bed.

What they want is the soul, what they want is the body.

I want everything.

She pointed to the door behind Yang An: "You can't get out today, but I don't want to force you."

"Violence is easy for me, you know that."

nonsense.

Yang An touched the cold door behind him, trying to remain calm and think of a solution.

You should know that what the other party is asking for is not just something as simple as lying down and sleeping together.

We're all adults, we know exactly what we're going to do.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Since things have come to this point, it seems there's no longer any reason to refuse.

But his resistance wasn't just intellectual.

Yang An felt that even his own body seemed to be terrified of what was before him.

The moment I posted it, my mind went blank and my body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Come here and sit next to me."

Before he could say anything, Jiang Nianxi patted the bed sheet next to him, gesturing for him to sit down.

Seeing that the other party hadn't moved for a long time, standing at the door like an idiot.

She stared at it quietly for a moment, then chuckled.

"What, a few casual words have scared you like this? I don't remember you being this timid before."

"..."

Now that things have come to this, there's no way to leave or reason with them.

Yang An remained silent, lowered his head, and obediently walked to her side.

Then he slowly sat down.

But a tiny gap was still maintained.

Before he could even warm his backside, the person next to him suddenly leaned over halfway, and before he could even react, the person was already unbuttoning his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

Yang An's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously tried to stand up.

However, another small hand pressed firmly on his shoulder, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

"I said I don't want to use violence."

Jiang Nianxi twitched her nose.