I met a yandere rich girl online using fake photos, and she kidnapped me.

The marketing professor was an old man with gray hair and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He likes to pace back and forth on the podium when lecturing.

"The core logic of market segmentation is to identify the differentiated needs of different consumer groups..."

Lin An tried hard to focus his attention on the PPT on the whiteboard, but Huo Nianci next to him hadn't been still since the start of class.

She first changed her posture, turning to face him sideways, and then raised one leg and placed it on his thigh.

Because Huo Nianci was wearing denim shorts today, when she draped her legs over him, her bare calves pressed against his pants, and warmth and softness were transmitted through a thin layer of fabric.

Lin An glanced down and reminded Huo Nianci.

"Nianci," Lin An said, "put your legs down."

"No," Huo Nianci said, resting her chin on her hand and looking at him with a proud expression. "My legs are sore, what's wrong with giving them a little help?"

"Your legs are sore, so you're going to rest them on my lap?"

Do you have a problem with that?

Lin An said, "No objection, let's go ahead and build it."

Then, Huo Nianci would grab one of Lin An's arms and slide it across her thigh.

Lin An felt the smoothness and softness of her legs, and his attention was completely diverted.

Huo Nianci's leg wasn't heavy, but its presence was very strong.

This is setting a fire!

"Calm down, calm down," Lin An silently told himself, "I'm here to attend class, I'm here to learn, I can't let myself be corrupted by beauty..."

However, Huo Nianci clearly had no intention of letting him go.

Less than two minutes later, the foot she had placed on his lap began to move restlessly, her toes lightly rubbing against the side of his thigh through his pants, then again.

Lin An tensed up completely.

"What are you doing?" He turned his head to the side, his voice even lower.

Huo Nianci blinked, looking completely innocent: "I didn't do anything."

"Your feet..."

What happened to my foot?

"They're rubbing against me."

"Oh," Huo Nianci said casually, "My feet were itchy, what's wrong with rubbing them a little?"

Lin An: "..."

He took a deep breath and told himself not to argue with a yandere.

But just as he turned back to continue listening to the lecture, Huo Nianci reached out her hand again.

Her hand first rested casually on his thigh.

Then she slowly moved upwards, her fingertips tracing circles on the inside of his thigh through the thin fabric of his pants.

Lin An almost jumped off his chair.

"Huo Nianci!" Lin An pressed her hand down and whispered, "What are you doing!"

This time he couldn't keep his voice down, and several classmates next to him turned to look at him.

Jiang Fan tilted his head, saw the two of them in that position, and exclaimed "Holy crap!"

He Jin said something awesome.

Song Haohao even gave Lin An a thumbs up.

Even Liu Na, who was in the front row, turned her head.

Seeing that Huo Nianci was practically clinging to Lin An, she turned her head away and started crying again.

But Huo Nianci didn't care about these gazes, nor did she care that Lin An had held her hand down.

She didn't struggle; instead, she tilted her head to look at him, a smile playing on her lips.

"I touched my boyfriend's thigh, what's wrong?"

"It's class time now!"

"You listen to your lecture," Huo Nianci said, resting her other hand on her cheek and tilting her head to look at him. "I'll do my own thing. We'll each do our own thing and not bother each other."

Lin An opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute it.

No interference?

Your hand is touching my inner thigh, and you call that not interfering?!

But he knew that reasoning with Huo Nianci was pointless.

So he could only hold her hand down to stop her from moving around.

Huo Nianci's hands were held down, but her mouth was not.

"An'an," she leaned closer, "your hands are so hot."

Lin An said expressionlessly, "Don't speak."

"You're blushing."

"I don't."

"Yes, her ears turned red too."

"Huo Nianci, if you say another word, I'll let go."

"Let go, let go and I'll keep touching you."

Lin An: "..."

He decided to give up resisting and focus on listening to the lesson.

As long as she doesn't touch places she shouldn't, let her be.

But Huo Nianci clearly took his concession as tacit approval.

Her hand moved away from his thigh and then moved upwards, touching his waist.

Lin An has always been ticklish, and when she was touched like that, she almost curled up into a ball.

"Don't...don't touch there..." he said through gritted teeth.

"Where?" Huo Nianci asked knowingly.

"My lower back...it's so itchy..."

"Oh," Huo Nianci smiled, but her hand didn't stop; instead, she intensified her efforts, stroking his waist twice more. "What about here? Does it itch here?"

Lin An almost burst out laughing. He tried his best to hold it in, and his body unconsciously shrank to the other side, almost shrinking to He Jin's side.

He Jin was squeezed so tightly that there was nowhere to sit. He frowned and felt sorry for Song Haohao.

After playing with his waist for a while, Huo Nianci moved her hands upwards, lifting the hem of his T-shirt and slipping her fingers inside his skin.

Feeling a cool hand, Lin An's body stiffened instantly.

When Huo Nianci's fingers touched his abdominal skin, he felt as if he had been electrocuted.

Her fingertips slowly traced the contours of his abdominal muscles, from left to right and back again.

"You have abs," Huo Nianci said softly, her tone tinged with surprise. "I didn't notice yesterday."

Lin An swallowed hard: "You, you stop touching me..."

Why?

"Because...because it itches..."

"Didn't you just say your lower back was itchy? Now your abs are itchy too?"

"I'm itchy all over, okay?!"

"Then you'll have to bear with it."

After saying that, Huo Nianci really ignored him.

He was drawing circles on his abs on his own, his fingers feeling light and cool.

Lin An's whole body tensed up, feeling like a piece of meat placed on a chopping board, at Huo's mercy.

"I can't continue this class," Lin An lamented inwardly. "My market segmentation, my consumer behavior analysis, all of it has been ruined by this yandere..."

He glanced up at the professor on the podium; the old man was speaking eloquently, completely oblivious to the strange behavior in the back row.

He glanced at Jiang Fan next to him, who was covering half of his face and pretending not to have seen anything.

Looking to the other side, He Jin was typing on his phone with his head down, seemingly chatting with someone.

Huo Nianci touched it for a while, then finally got bored.

She had absolutely no interest in the course content; the professor's voice was just a bunch of buzzing noise to her ears.

She yawned, and a tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

"I'm so sleepy," she said, tilting her head to rest on Lin An's arm. "I'm going to take a nap."

"You can sleep, but can you take your hand out?"

"No," Huo Nianci said with her eyes closed, "I need to warm my hands."

"It's May now!"

"What's wrong with May? Can't we keep our hands warm in May anymore?"

Lin An was even more speechless.

At this point, Huo Nianci had stopped speaking.

She rested her head on his arm, and her breathing gradually became steady.