Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Depend on!"

Unable to open the door for a long time, Yang An gritted his teeth and kicked the security door hard.

The sound was very loud.

For some reason, people upstairs and downstairs, after hearing such a loud commotion, would probably rush over angrily to confront them.

But after a dozen seconds, the other residents of the building remained completely silent, as if they were dead.

It seems that no matter how much noise he makes, no one will care.

Jiang Nianxi did not approach any closer, but stood a few steps away from the young man.

She was wearing a dress that had just been tied up, and a simple coat draped over her shoulders.

His eyes were indifferent, and his hands hung naturally at his sides.

It's as if they're waiting for the young man to finish venting his frustrations over this farce that's destined to go unanswered.

We can't get out...

After confirming that the door was impossible to open, Yang An felt a sudden darkness engulf him. Leaning against the security door, his body slid down as if his bones had been removed.

It’s over.

Looking at Jiang Nianxi a few steps away, he felt for the first time the thought of giving up resistance arose in his mind.

terrible.

This woman's level of meticulousness is completely beyond what one would expect from someone who has just come of age.

Even after he was tied up, they still locked the security door from the inside.

To be honest, Yang An was already feeling quite disheartened by the current situation.

"Come back to the bedroom with me. This time, I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

Jiang Nianxi finally spoke, extending her fair right hand towards Yang An.

Palm facing up, fingers slender.

It is both a request and an invitation within a certain limit of tolerance.

However, Yang An has never been one to easily back down.

Now that things have come to this point, as long as there is even a glimmer of hope, he will never be able to return to that bed etched with nightmares.

He looked around and suddenly saw a small stool sitting quietly in the corner against the wall, very close to his left.

Without much hesitation, Yang An made a quick decision, picked up the stool with both hands, and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

At the same time, his back was pressed tightly against the security door.

The person adopted a defensive posture.

He forced himself to remain calm and tried to negotiate again: "Jiang Nianxi, please let me go. If this continues, neither of us will be happy."

"Let me leave. I'll treat all the disgusting things that happened here today as a nightmare and won't bother you."

From now on, you go your way, and I'll go mine. Let's let each other go.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, forcing a smile that wasn't exactly flattering.

She stepped forward.

Yang An immediately bent over and gripped the corner of the stool tightly with both hands.

"Let each other go?" Jiang Nianxi pointed to herself, her expression unreadable. "I gave you my most precious thing, and you want me to let you go?"

"Yes, Yang An, I forced you, but what did you lose? Today, as you walk out of this door, you can of course pretend nothing happened, because you lost nothing."

"You're still the same person. Maybe one day in the future, you'll use my self-sacrifice as a topic of conversation after dinner."

"But what about me! What do you take me for?!"

Jiang Nianxi's emotions suddenly surged, and a deep sadness and pain permeated her eyes and brows.

The air seemed to be slowly enveloped by this emotion.

The thin coat could not keep out the cold wind from slowly seeping in through the window.

It's cold.

Stray strands of hair fluttered gently, brushing against her cheeks and past her lips.

She had already been swept away by the loss of control.

Jiang Nianxi's voice trembled slightly: "So, is my innocence cheap?"

"Ha... Yang An, I really want to rip your heart out and see if it's dead or alive."

"I want to be with you, so I'm willing to give myself to you, but that doesn't mean my body and soul are worthless, to be taken by anyone!"

"This is moral blackmail! Is what I wanted to do those things? Is it my fault?" Yang An's chest heaved violently.

The living room lights were off, with only the moonlight streaming through the window witnessing everything inside.

In the blur, he saw Jiang Nianxi raise her hand slightly, but quickly lower it.

It seems... she wiped her eyes.

"Moral blackmail?"

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Nianxi said with a cold laugh, "Yes, I'm just using moral blackmail against you."

"You have never truly understood me or experienced my feelings, so of course you can naturally interpret my behavior as abnormal."

"But if I place my hopes on you taking the initiative to enter my heart, then for the rest of my life, I am destined to cower in a dark corner and witness your so-called happiness."

"Why? Why?"

"We're clearly the same kind of people, we should be living together, so why did you run away from me! You pulled me out of the abyss, only to cruelly push me back down!"

"If... if I open this door today and let you leave... and one day in the future I have to witness you being taken over by someone else, then I would rather kill you and let us both go to hell together."

As she spoke, Jiang Nianxi's figure drew closer and closer in the dim light.

Although it was only a few steps away, Yang An felt a chill run down his spine.

He shouted, "Don't move! If you come any closer, don't blame me for getting physical!"

He knew that under these circumstances, there was no way he could defeat Jiang Nianxi with his bare hands.

But he still pinned his hopes on this square little stool.

In case... in case we can fight back.

"...Yang An, come back to me..."

The woman paused, repeating the same sentence over and over.

Come into my arms...

We can't hesitate any longer!

Yang An gritted his teeth, but just as he lifted the stool, a tremendous force was instantly applied to the other end of the stool.

Within my line of sight, I could vaguely see a pale little hand firmly gripping the other end of the bench.

My wrists were already tied, making it difficult to exert force.

This sudden turn of events caused him to lose his grip, and the stool in his hands instantly fell to the ground.

My tiger's mouth is burning with pain.

"bump."

The wooden bench bounced on the floor, letting out a piercing scream, and then lay motionless on its side.

One corner appears to have been broken off; it's not very clear.

Before he could make any other move to escape, Yang An was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder by that hand, and an astonishing force pressed down hard on his shoulder from the palm of the hand.

"ah!!"

He screamed in pain as well and was forced to kneel on the ground.

But the pain in her knees was far less than the fear that kept welling up in her heart.

Standing before the enraged woman, Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and he closed his eyes.

Next, I'm afraid it'll be a fist landing on my body...

one second.

two seconds.

As time went on, the anticipated violence did not actually befall him.

Just as he was about to open his eyes, those cold hands left his shoulders.

Suddenly, I felt my wrist being gripped tightly.