To be honest, Bella had never seen a real yandere in real life.
After all, in this era of universal mental burnout, whether it was self-inflicted or passive, everyone's mental state had a kind of madness that disregarded the lives of others.
Take the roll calls that people hated so much before she transmigrated, for example:
Trying to keep students by calling roll, what was the fundamental difference in underlying logic between that and trying to keep a man by getting pregnant?
Both were choosing the most incompetent form of kidnapping in a relationship that should have been maintained by charm.
Everyone was just going mad in different ways that led to the same result.
Bella had seriously considered whether she should adopt a thousand faces for a thousand people social survival rule:
Pretend to be rich when meeting the wealthy, pretend to be poor when meeting the poor, and play dumb on the spot when meeting normal people;
Instantly become a fangirl upon seeing a handsome guy, and drool on the spot upon seeing a beautiful woman;
Openly sexually harass the abs of muscular men with her eyes, and unabashedly lock her gaze onto the glutes of muscular women;
And if she actually met a crush she liked? Then she wouldn't mind transforming on the spot and performing what it meant to have the self-cultivation of a top-tier green tea bitch.
But she found she couldn't do it... for example, when facing the person beside her...
His hand was very close, so close that Bella could feel the heat radiating from his fingertips.
Ye Jinzhi casually raised his hand and tucked a few loose strands of hair blocking her eyes behind her ear.
His fingertips, seemingly unintentionally yet deliberately, lightly brushed against the space between her earlobe and the side of her neck.
This kind of ambiguous touch was the most tormenting. Bella instinctively shrank back, feeling like she was about to get goosebumps.
He wasn't in a hurry to make a move. He just lowered his body and leaned in, his breath brushing against her temples:
"Bella, do you like earrings?"
The young man's voice carried a hint of a smile, the ending note tilting up slightly. While Bella was still in a daze, the pads of his fingers had already tightly pinched her earlobe.
It wasn't a caress, but a repeated grinding and kneading on that patch of skin,
until that soft flesh was ground so hard between his fingers that it hurt, looking like smudged rouge. Only then did he lower his eyelashes in satisfaction.
Bella hurt so much that she subconsciously tried to dodge. "Be good, don't move, or it will hurt even more."
As soon as he finished speaking, his warm mouth swallowed her earlobe without explanation.
He didn't have a shred of gentleness. Instead, like a wild beast tearing at its prey, his teeth suddenly clamped down.
In an instant, the severe pain made Bella cry out softly, her eyes turning red.
As a hint of rust spread across the tip of his tongue, Ye Jinzhi looked at the drop of blood falling like a red agate, and a genuine smile finally appeared in his eyes:
"Look, how beautiful."
This was the mark he had left with his own hands. His Bella should be dyed in his colors.
Ye Jinzhi swiftly took out his phone and opened the selfie mode.
The web of his right hand clamped down on Bella's slender neck like iron tongs, forcing her face to turn to the left and making her look straight at the screen.
"Do you see it clearly?"
The camera screen reflected Bella's blood-red, broken wound. It was the unique jewelry left by his kiss.
The young man stared at their overlapping figures on the screen, a gentle smile floating on his lips, but his gaze was so cold it lacked any warmth:
"How nice. Such a rare opportunity should be kept forever."
With a click, the shutter froze the moment.
In the picture, the girl was locked tightly in his arms like a frightened prey, her jaw pinched painfully by a large hand, leaving white pressure marks.
The young man, however, had a look of indulgence. He turned his face sideways, eyes closed and smiling, his cheek pressing seamlessly against the contours of her face, as if trying to forcibly stitch their souls together through this layer of skin.
Bella had been waiting for a chance to fight back.
Seeing his expression relax, she took advantage of the moment his grip loosened slightly. She violently broke free from her restraints, used the momentum to turn the tables, and with a ruthless energy, turned her head and bit down hard on the side of his face.
She had used all her strength, thinking she would draw blood, but she froze the moment her teeth sank in. Who knew this guy's cheek barely had any soft flesh.
This frustrating feeling of having nowhere to sink her teeth into made Bella even angrier.
"Damn it..." Bella cursed inwardly.
The feeling of punching cotton drove her almost crazy. Unable to bite through that thin layer of skin, she simply went all out, unwilling to give up, sliding down and ruthlessly biting his sharply defined jawline.
The young man's smile completely rippled through his eyes. He completely ignored the pain on his face and instead thoroughly enjoyed this sudden throwing oneself into his arms.
His large, well-knuckled hand naturally covered the back of Bella's head, stroking it rhythmically as if comforting her,
Finally, his fingers threaded through her hair, gently yet forcefully pressing her towards himself.
"Your force is off, Bella."
He spoke with a hint of seduction, "The position is wrong. Bite down here on the neck. This is the vital spot, the most lethal. One hard bite and I'll die by your hands."
His other hand easily wrapped around her waist, firmly pressing her onto his lap.
He even thoughtfully adjusted her into the most comfortable position so that she could bite through his throat more accurately later.
This posture didn't look like he was being attacked at all; it was more like he was carefully feeding a kitten that had finally learned to open its mouth and bite.
Feeling herself imprisoned in his embrace, the absolute difference in their sizes made Bella realize that her so-called counterattack was nothing more than an indulgence he had prearranged.
Realizing that all her resistance was just flirting in his eyes, Bella understood and completely deflated.
She was like a limp puppet, letting him lock her in his arms.
This corner was very quiet, with only the sound of their intertwined breathing.
It wasn't until the lunch break bell rang that Bella snapped back to reality and began to struggle awkwardly in his arms.
"Wait for me after school, Bella."
The young man didn't let go. Although his tone was gentle, his eyes kept staring at her.
Bella's scalp tingled under his stare, and she nodded haphazardly:
"I know! Let go quickly!"
The moment he let go, Bella sprinted away at the speed of a hundred-meter dash.
Thinking of something, she turned back the way she came.
"Do you have a history of Hepatitis B, Hepatitis C, syphilis, HIV, or any other diseases?"
The young man realized something, glanced at her earlobe, and shook his head.
"I'll take you right now to..."
Before he could finish his sentence, she had already run away.
Rushing into the restroom, the earlobe in the mirror was glaringly red and swollen, making her so angry she wanted to call the police.
She rinsed it slightly and finally put on a band-aid.
She had her excuse all thought out: an allergic reaction and inflammation from an ear piercing, no onlookers please. Surely no one would think it was bitten raw by someone?
As she applied it, she viciously imagined the scene:
Ye Jinzhi walking back to the classroom with a glaring tooth mark on his ascetic face, being seen by people all the way. Just thinking about that scene felt so satisfying!
The moment the school dismissal bell rang, the elegant girl who had been slowly packing her schoolbag for the past few days was dead, replaced by:
Bel-escape-artist-la
Before the teacher's front foot even stepped out the door, the back of Bella's head had already disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
"Wait for you after school? You might be beautiful, but you shouldn't have such beautiful dreams!" Bella sneered while panting.
If there was an Olympic event for escaping after school, Bella felt she could absolutely win the gold medal.
