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

"I said I'll drink, so I will," Huo Nianci rolled over, curled up in the blanket, leaving only her head and arms exposed, and patted the empty space next to her: "Come and serve me in bed."

"Oh," Lin An walked over, lifted the blanket, and lay down.

As soon as he lay down, Huo Nianci turned to her side and reached out to touch the fabric of his gray puppy-patterned pajamas.

Her fingers traced a path from his chest down to the chain around his waist.

"Does An'an like this pajama?" Huo Nianci asked.

"It's alright," Lin An replied ambiguously.

"It's alright, but I just don't like it," Huo Nianci said, pulling her fingers away from his waist and tapping his nose. "Then let's change to something else."

"I have many more here, all kinds of styles..."

"No need, no need," Lin An quickly stopped her, "This one is fine, no need to change."

He said that, but what he really thought was: replacing other ones might not be as good as this one.

If it turns out to be some even stranger style, like the prison uniform from last time, or something else with weird words printed on it, he'd better just stick to wearing this puppy-themed pajama set.

Huo Nianci smiled as she looked at his nervous expression.

She didn't mention changing her pajamas again, but simply stretched out her two slender legs, one on his waist and the other around his side.

Both arms wrapped around his chest, clinging to him tightly like an octopus.

"Good afternoon, An'an," she said. "Take a nap, you still have to keep your promise when you wake up."

Lin An felt a little breathless being clung to by her. He turned his head to look at her, clearly having forgotten to ask, "What promise?"

Huo Nianci closed her eyes and said calmly, "Have you forgotten? The promise you made to save face in front of your friends at the hot pot restaurant yesterday."

Huo Nianci's reminder instantly brought back memories of yesterday's hot pot restaurant to Lin An's mind.

He asked Huo Nianci to take off his coat, prepare his condiments, and serve him tea and water.

He put on an air of "family emperor" in front of Jiang Fan, He Jin, and Song Haohao.

Huo Nianci did cooperate with him at that time, but what was the price?

Lin An swallowed hard.

"Do you remember now?" Huo Nianci placed a finger against Lin An's lips.

"I remember now," Lin An said slowly.

He thought, what goes around comes around.

Huo Nianci didn't say anything more. She held Lin An tightly, her breathing gradually becoming steady and long.

Lin An lay down next to her, enveloped by her weight and warmth.

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I took a lunch break, and it lasted until 3 p.m.

At 3:05 PM, Lin An had just opened his eyes after having a nightmare in which his body was firmly locked by an octopus.

He saw Huo Nianci lying on her side next to him, quietly watching him.

She didn't know how long she had been watching like that.

"Awake?" Huo Nianci smiled slightly, her tone filled with a long-awaited anticipation: "An'an is sleeping so soundly."

Lin An blinked, his brain still a little groggy from waking up from his afternoon nap.

He looked down at himself; Huo Nianci was still clinging to him like she had before her afternoon nap.

"What time is it, Nianci?" Lin An asked softly.

"A little after three o'clock," Huo Nianci said, then she slowly loosened her arms and legs that were wrapped around him and sat up from the bed.

Barefoot on the cream-colored wool carpet, she stood by the bed, looking down at him: "Now that you're awake, An'an, please keep your promise."

Lin An lay in bed, watching her stand beside it: "I just woke up... can I rest for a while?"

"No," Huo Nianci shook her head, her tone decisive. "Besides, the promise only states that for the next hour, no matter what I do, you're not allowed to move. What's there to delay?"

Looking at her face, which left no room for negotiation, Lin An sighed and said, "Alright."

Huo Nianci's lips immediately curved into a smile.

She turned and quickly walked out of the master bedroom, then searched through the other rooms for a while.

She ran back in no time.

She was also holding a large pile of things in her arms.

Various colored pencils, and a small box of paint.

She dumped them onto the sheets at the foot of the bed with a splash.

Huo Nianci picked out a few colored pencils from the scattered ones, then turned over and climbed into bed.

Lin An remained lying in place without moving.

He watched her kneeling beside him, a dark brown colored pencil in her hand.

"Nianci," Lin An spoke, still motionless, "what exactly do you want?"

Huo Nianci glanced at him, her lips curving into a slight smile, and said with a hint of excitement, "Of course, I'm drawing on An'an's body."

Draw on me?

Upon hearing this, Lin An's body stiffened slightly.

He tried to stop her: "This won't do, you have class tomorrow..."

Huo Nianci remained silent for the moment. She reached out, pinched the zipper of his gray puppy pajamas with her fingertips, and pulled it down a bit.

The neckline of his pajamas was open to the sides, revealing the skin below his collarbone.

Her fingers parted the edge of his pajamas, completely exposing his chest and lower abdomen.

"What's wrong with class?" Huo Nianci tilted her head to look at him. "Does An'an think my paintings aren't good enough?"

"No, no," Lin An quickly denied, "I'm just afraid that once it's drawn on, it won't wash off..."

"This can be washed off," Huo Nianci said, the dark brown colored pencil in his hand already applied to the left side of his chest.

"But..." Lin An was about to say something more when Huo Nianci stretched out her little foot and stepped on his mouth.

"Shut up, An'an. If you still want to talk, lick my feet first."

Her soft, rosy soles pressed against her lips, and Lin An was immediately speechless.

Then, Huo Nianci could finally focus on her painting.

Her fingers stroked the skin on the side of his chest to smooth it out, outlining the lines stroke by stroke.

Lin An only felt the pen tip moving across his chest, tracing the outline of his collarbone and pectoral muscles.

Following the direction of the sternum downwards, it paused briefly just above his heart.

Then I changed the color, using a magenta pen, and drew a small, full arc in that area.

Huo Nianci painted very carefully.

Lin An lay there unable to move, only able to watch the tip of her pen move across her body.

He could sense that she changed the color after drawing an outline.

"What is this?" Lin An asked, because he couldn't see the pattern on his chest and could only roughly judge it from the trajectory of her paintbrush.

"My self-portrait," Huo Nianci said without looking up, her pen carefully filling in the details of her lips, "I drew my lips where your heart is, so that An'an can remember me at all times."

Lin An looked down and could only see a blurry patch of colored brushstrokes.

He could feel that spot, right where his heart was beating the most.

A thin, rose-red outline covered the beating heart beneath his skin.

"Want to touch it?" Huo Nianci put down her pen, tilted her head, and examined her work. "Let me check it."

Lin An tried to inhale, and his abdomen contracted slightly as he did so.

Huo Nianci watched as the skin she had drawn on rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if it had come alive, and she hummed in satisfaction.

Then she switched to a different colored paintbrush: "I've finished drawing the chest and lower abdomen, what's next?"