Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

A dozen minutes later, Jiang Nianxi untied her apron and pushed open the kitchen door.

He was humming a song when he spotted the young man still sitting motionless in his chair.

She smiled helplessly, then walked behind the young man and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

As soon as they met, Yang An felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his body trembled violently.

Jiang Nianxi's hand froze slightly.

Realizing what was happening, Yang An quickly turned his head and apologized softly, "Jiang Nianxi, I'm sorry..."

"We've slept for so long... are you still afraid of me?"

Jiang Nianxi chuckled softly, her hands slowly moving down her shoulders, slipping inside her collar, and touching Yang An's chest.

She rested her head on the other person's neck and teasingly bit his earlobe.

"What, or... are you thinking about something else unpleasant?"

"Where can I find it?"

Yang An trembled again and subconsciously gripped his trouser leg.

He took a deep breath: "I was just... spacing out. You walk so quietly, I was bound to be startled."

"You're lying..."

Jiang Nianxi gently licked it with the tip of her tongue, her tone ambiguous.

"I don't……"

However, Yang An was already in a state of panic.

Obedience can be acted out.

Feigned depravity can also be acted out.

But subconscious bodily reactions are very difficult to act out.

To be honest, when Jiang Nianxi touched him just now, it almost made him have an erection.

"Goodness, do you know that?"

Jiang Nianxi didn't explicitly say whether she believed the young man's words or not; she just murmured them in his ear.

The sound was sticky, like a spider web damp with water.

"I had a dream last night... Do you want to know?"

"What?" Yang An asked in a low voice, forcing himself to speak.

He couldn't help but give a bitter smile to his heart.

Can I say I don't want to know?

The apparent harmony is nothing more than a two-person drama in which no one has the right to refuse.

Jiang Nianxi was quite pleased. She stood up straight with a smile and pulled her hands out of her clothes.

Leaving behind that damp, ambiguous atmosphere, Yang An finally felt much less oppressed.

"Yesterday, I dreamt that we had a child."

"We have our own house in the suburbs, and we have two adorable babies who look just like you, so sweet..."

"I dreamt that you were holding me, whispering sweet nothings to me over and over again, saying that you couldn't live without me, that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, and that we would heal each other's wounds..."

"..."

Sure enough, the madwoman's thinking had transcended to an incomprehensible level.

Yang An's lips twitched slightly, and he still dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on the surface, but he couldn't bring himself to put on a happy expression.

Fortunately, Jiang Nianxi kept her hand on his shoulder and stood behind him, so she probably couldn't see his facial expression.

Married? And with children?

Stop fooling around, Jiang Nianxi.

Even if I ultimately have no other choice, I would never willingly be with you.

"But……"

The woman's tone suddenly turned dejected, and her emotions plummeted like a rollercoaster.

"I dreamt that... one day you abandoned me and the children. I searched and searched... for a long time, but I still couldn't find you, you little mouse."

"I'm both anxious and resentful..."

"I wish... that after I find you, I could saw off your legs so you can never run away again."

"But...but I still can't find you..."

As they spoke, a faint sobbing could be heard from behind them.

"..."

Yang An remained silent, only slightly turning his head to look out the window.

"Thankfully, I woke up from the dream, and I saw you again..."

"you say……"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Nianxi moved her body to block his view.

The light blue pajamas were particularly eye-catching; they were the pajamas Yang An wore at home.

I don't know when the woman was brought here.

Jiang Nianxi squatted down and cupped his cheeks. Under the pressure of her strength, Yang An had no choice but to look into the eyes of this woman.

She laughed: "Could it be true?"

"...All I can say is that you have a very rich imagination."

"So, you won't leave me, right?"

"..."

Why aren't you saying anything?

"...No, that won't happen."

Yang An closed his eyes and, against his conscience, uttered those three words.

"Really?"

Hearing the woman's persistent questioning, he said helplessly, "You have something that threatens me, how can I run away?"

"..."

"..."

"...Heh, maybe."

Jiang Nianxi released her grip, stood up, and smiled with a hint of barely perceptible contempt.

No one knows what she is really thinking at this moment.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this crazy woman hasn't caused any more trouble.

This allowed Yang An to spend a slightly more peaceful and quiet afternoon.

Time flies.

Before we knew it, night had fallen again.

Today is Thursday.

Jiang Nianxi was taking a shower in the bathroom. The door wasn't very soundproof, and the sound of dripping water could be faintly heard.

At the other party's request, Yang An had already washed up and was now lying in bed. After confirming that the woman would not be out for a while, he took out his phone from under his pillow.

Swipe the shortcut box at the bottom to the left, and a small green hidden icon will appear.

After clicking, you will be prompted to enter your fingerprint.

Yang An pressed his right thumb on it.

This is the privacy system that comes with his phone.

The main system and the main system are two independent spaces.

They operate independently without interfering with each other.

Of course, fingerprint verification is also required to enter.

It seems that Jiang Nianxi's own mobile phones are all old ones, so she has very little knowledge of other types of mobile phones.

At the very least, they were unaware of the existence of this privacy system.

As for what this space was used for before, well...

However, ever since he was forced to come into contact with Jiang Nianxi, he has deleted everything from inside.

Upon seeing those images, he felt an involuntary surge of intense disgust.

They even... avoided it like the plague.

Now, the interface is incredibly clean.

Apart from the software that comes with it, there is no trace of any third-party software.

Yang An opened the notebook, which was filled with densely written titles.

After hesitating for a moment, he chose to create a new one and named it using the keyboard.

"December 29, 2026."

Then continue writing.

"I ran into my old classmate Su Lingyi today. I've been feeling a bit dazed lately, like I'm forgetting things pretty quickly..."

"The only thing I'm certain of now is that I've developed severe psychological trauma from being controlled by that woman all these years..."

"What should I do?!"

"No matter how we try to get information out of her, she just gives vague answers. It's been so long now, and we still haven't gotten any leads!"

"Perhaps... I should use some other methods."

Yang An hesitated for a moment after writing this, then pressed delete and retyped.

"Perhaps... I should use violence?"