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

Huo Nianci continued to paint very diligently.

First, redraw the lips of that self-portrait in the position of the heart.

Then, stroke by stroke, he recreated the painting from the previous night on his chest and lower abdomen.

After finishing the chest and lower abdomen, she did not draw the calves and back as she had done the day before.

Because there isn't enough time.

So, she moved the tip of her pen directly upwards, landing on the side of his neck.

Lin An felt a slight itch there; she was drawing something small.

He couldn't look down to see the pattern on his neck, so he could only roughly judge what she had drawn by the trajectory of her pen tip.

After finishing the drawing, Huo Nianci picked up a very thin pen and wrote something on his neck.

After finishing writing, Huo Nianci put down her pen.

Then she examined her work and nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, it's finished."

"An'an, please take good care of these paintings and don't scratch them again."

As soon as Huo Nianci finished, Lin An couldn't wait to sit up.

He looked down at the self-portrait on his chest that had been repaired.

I could see the pattern on his neck by looking at the black screen of my phone.

Those were two very pretty cartoon figures, one a boy who looked a lot like him; the other a girl who looked a lot like Huo Nianci.

Two little people are hugging and kissing.

Below the little figure, there is another line of text.

Lin An vaguely saw that it read: "For Huo Nianci's exclusive use; no one is allowed to approach."

Seeing these patterns, Lin An frowned slightly and said to Huo Nianci, "Nianci, we're going to school later. What should we do with these patterns on my body? The ones on my chest are fine, but the ones on my neck are easy for others to see."

At this moment, Huo Nianci, having finished her drawing, picked up her phone from the bedside table and started fiddling with it.

As she looked down at the screen, she said casually, "The drawing on your neck is just for others to see. An'an, you have to be good and stop struggling."

"But..." Lin An was about to say something when his phone vibrated on the bedside table.

Huo Nianci gestured for him to look at his phone.

Lin An picked it up and saw a bank transfer notification pop up on the screen. Huo Nianci had transferred a full 30,000 yuan to him.

"Thirty thousand yuan!"

"Why are there so many?" Lin An looked at the transfer message, his voice rising slightly.

Huo Nianci put down her phone, turned her head to look at him, and said, "I'm happy. If you say anything more, I'll become unhappy."

Lin An glanced at the 30,000 yuan on his phone screen, then touched the newly drawn pattern on his neck.

He thought, "They're offering so much money, I might as well paint it."

So he put his phone back on the bedside table and said casually, "Fine."

Huo Nianci smiled slightly, lifted the covers, and got out of bed.

The way her legs dangled from the edge of the bed was outlined in the morning sunlight, creating a slender silhouette.

She walked out barefoot, glancing back at him: "Get up and eat. Aunt Sun should have already made breakfast."

"Hesitate," Lin An got off the bed, picked up the prison-themed pajamas from the foot of the bed, and put them on.

His pajamas covered the self-portrait on his chest.

But the pattern on the neck is still very clear.

He followed Huo Nianci out of the master bedroom and smelled the aroma of breakfast wafting from the dining room.

Along with the fragrance, there was also a familiar, strong herbal scent.

Lin An frowned. Did he have to drink herbal medicine in the morning too?

But he didn't ask, he just glanced at the dining table.

Sure enough, there was white porridge, side dishes, fried eggs, steamed buns, pickled radishes, and a bowl of steaming herbs next to them.

The dark brown broth sloshed in the white porcelain bowl, its bitterness rising with the steam.

As Aunt Sun was bringing out the last dish from the kitchen, she saw Lin An come out and said with a smile, "Good morning, Miss; good morning, Mr. Lin. How did you sleep last night?"

"That's good," Lin An said. "Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Sun."

"It's no trouble at all," Aunt Sun said with a smile, waving her hand. Then she looked at Huo Nianci, who was sitting down with a blank expression, and said, "Miss, I specially made some spicy dishes for you today."

"Hmm," Huo Nianci replied casually, then looked down at the dishes on the table.

Besides the dishes mentioned above, there were also spicy stir-fried shredded potatoes, tiger-skin green peppers, and cold spicy shredded chicken on the table.

Unfortunately, Huo Nianci didn't seem to be interested.

She picked up her chopsticks, took a small piece of shredded potato, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then put the chopsticks down.

She used to be able to eat some of the dishes that Aunt Sun cooked, but after Lin An came, she completely lost her appetite for Aunt Sun's cooking.

Lin An sat down next to her and saw that she only ate one slice of shredded potato and then stopped eating. He couldn't help but say, "Nianci, you need to eat more, otherwise you'll get too thin."

"I don't really want to eat," Huo Nianci leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the plate of fried eggs on the table, but she didn't seem inclined to reach for them.

Lin An noticed the resistance in Huo Nianci's eyes, so he said, "How about I cook you another dish?"

"No need," Huo Nianci shook her head.

After a moment of silence, her eyes lit up again: "How about An'an feeds me?"

"Will you eat?" Lin An picked up his chopsticks and said, "Sure."

Anyway, it's not like we haven't fed them before.

"Then I'll feed you."

Huo Nianci looked up at him, a slight smile curving her lips: "I'm not talking about that kind of feeding, I mean mouth feeding."

???

Lin An paused in his movements: "How can you feed him with your mouth?"

"Chew it up and feed it to me," Huo Nianci said matter-of-factly.

Lin An looked at her expectant face, his mind racing.

She asked him to feed her the food with his mouth, chewing it up before feeding it to her.

Lin An felt his face burning just thinking about that scene.

But Huo Nianci's gaze clearly said: If you don't agree, I'll keep looking at you like this until you do.

His eyes darted around several times, and he thought of the 30,000 yuan that Huo Nianci had transferred to him that morning.

Then I thought of how pitiful Huo Nianci was, unable to eat properly.

Forget it.

If you're going to feed someone, then feed them using your mouth.

Just treat her like a baby who needs someone to take care of her.

Having figured this out, Lin An took a deep breath, reached out and picked up a small steamed bun, broke off a small piece, chewed it, and then leaned over.

His fingers rested on Huo Nianci's chin, slightly lifting her face, then he lowered his head and transferred the food in his mouth into her open mouth.

Huo Nianci kissed his lips.

After receiving the food, swallow it slowly.

Then he tilted his head forward slightly, as if waiting for the next bite.

So Lin An picked up his chopsticks again, took a slice of green pepper, chewed it, and leaned over once more.

He caught the food with his hand underneath to prevent it from falling.

He brought his mouth close to her lips and passed the food to her again.

He fed her bite by bite, from steamed buns to green peppers, and then from green peppers to fried eggs.

Each feeding involves a process of lips touching lips.