Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"...Let's not talk about that now, let's eat, sweetie."

Jiang Nianxi rubbed her eyes and placed the lunchbox on Yang An's lap. No matter how you looked at it, the smile seemed a bit forced.

"..."

Perhaps, you already have the answer in your heart.

So when Yang An heard that Jiang Nianxi was unwilling to let go, he didn't have much of an emotional reaction.

Picking up a piece of rice that was a bit dry, with fresh and spicy green peppers inside, it was quite palatable, but still a little hard to swallow.

Without her own company, she had no desire to live?

Previously... I might have thought it was just some crazy talk.

After spending so much time together, this woman might be telling the truth.

Oh……

Yang An silently put the food into his mouth.

Sometimes, he really felt that he had been controlled for too long and had developed what is known as Stockholm syndrome.

He was both fearful and panicked, yet he also formed an inexplicable connection with the madwoman.

Just a little bit of relaxation and reward is enough to make me humbly happy.

Like a private plaything kept in captivity.

His body, his soul, not an inch of it belonged to him.

"Eat slowly, I'll keep you company."

Jiang Nianxi seemed to see through Yang An's thoughts, but she just smiled and gently stroked his head, just like countless times before.

"If you really pity me..."

"Then stay with me."

"That way, I won't be so pitiful anymore."

"..."

"I will be happy for the rest of my life, Yang An."

……

Final exams are over, and it's time to go home.

"Seriously, why did you bring a toothbrush? We already have one at home."

A woman's questioning voice came from behind. Yang An was looking for a pocket in his suitcase to put his toothbrush when he heard this, so he stopped and turned around.

"Who told you that? We're all going home."

Jiang Nianxi zipped up her suitcase early and sat on the edge of the bed. The yellowish light filtered through her hair and fell on the soft curves of her face.

His pupils were a light brown, as if they were shimmering with a faint golden light.

She laughed and said, "I'm not going back home for the holiday; I'll stay at your place."

Yang An stood up, looking puzzled, and asked, "Then your mother..."

"Her? She's away most of the year and rarely comes back for the New Year... Whether I'm in that house or not makes no difference, does it?"

"But……"

"Perfect timing, introduce me to your parents!" Jiang Nianxi smiled brightly, showing no fear whatsoever of meeting the parents.

For her, everything unfolded exactly as she had expected.

All of this was a pre-planned route.

Yang An had no choice but to comply.

Yang An lowered his head and said nothing more.

By default, this was the most respectable result he could give.

I have always only been able to protest, but I have never had the right to refuse.

What can he do?

Can he stop Jiang Nianxi from entering his home and meeting his parents?

That's obviously impossible...

Xuancheng South Railway Station was packed with people.

The school break coincides with the spring homecoming season.

Students and office workers thronged the area, creating a lively scene.

"Well……"

In the crowded waiting area, Yang An was drowsy, and the scene before him became blurry.

Jiang Nianxi, standing next to her, seemed to be in high spirits, watching the crowd coming and going, lost in thought, with a slight smile playing on her lips.

This morning, around six o'clock, Jiang Nianxi pulled me out of bed and, still half asleep, helped me get dressed.

The problem is, it's still a full three hours before their train back to Xun City arrives.

Yang An didn't understand the point of Jiang Nianxi pulling him up so early.

I'm already exhausted from the night before, and then I have to get up early.

He estimated that he would not live to see the day he could escape, and would suddenly die one morning.

"Sweetie, are you sleepy?"

Gradually, Jiang Nianxi noticed the young man's listlessness and leaned closer to ask in a low voice.

"……good."

Although he was indeed very sleepy, Yang An forced himself to stay awake after hearing this.

"..."

What a stubborn person.

Jiang Nianxi chuckled softly, deliberately moving a little closer: "If you're sleepy, why don't you lie down in my arms and sleep?"

After saying that, she moved everything in her arms to the side, opened her arms wide, tilted her head, and smiled.

"..."

Yang An felt that although he was extremely tired, he shouldn't be so humiliated as to lie in the arms of a crazy woman in public to catch up on sleep.

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

"unnecessary……"

"But...you look really sleepy."

Jiang Nianxi whispered intimately in his ear, as if she possessed a sticky, alluring charm.

Depend on.

Yang An cursed inwardly, thinking that this woman was definitely doing it on purpose.

I was busy all night and slept for less than three hours before I had to force myself to turn on the computer first thing in the morning.

This is probably all for this purpose.

Are you sleepy?

He was really sleepy...

Gazing at that embrace, a symbol of warmth and tenderness, I found myself lost in thought.

No, absolutely not.

He shook his head, trying to clear his head for a moment.

There's still plenty of time.

There was still a full hour and a half before departure.

The waiting process is always boring and tiring.

During this journey, Yang An also tried using his phone and watching videos.

The more I read, the sleepier I became, and the more confused my thoughts became.

Over time, my eyelids started to droop uncontrollably.

He was in a daze, and even had some hallucinations, feeling like he was in a high school math class, looking at the teacher's dense blackboard writing.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The crowd of people before me seemed to cast afterimages, and the surrounding light dimmed.

"..."

Warm and comfortable.

A slow, gentle caress came from the side of her face, as if filled with boundless tenderness.

In a daze, Yang An felt his heart gradually sink, as if he had fallen into a beautiful world covered in syrup.

Warmth, warmth.

Only joy, only happiness.

……

"Wake up, you little sleepyhead."

Suddenly, I heard a soft call in my ear.

"...Hmm?"

Who?

Who...is calling me?

Yang An was forcibly awakened from his sweet dream. He barely opened his eyes and was about to rub them when he met a tender gaze.

"you……"

He was stunned.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Jiang Nianxi left a kiss on his lips and said with a smile, "Looks like you slept pretty well?"

"You, you..."

Yang An immediately sat up and realized that he had fallen asleep in someone's arms without even realizing it.

In an instant, shame and embarrassment took turns on top of each other.

His old face quickly turned red, and steam almost rose from his head.

No.

When will I be born?

I have absolutely no recollection of it.

Oh no, this is incredibly embarrassing... I was just being stubborn a moment ago...

"...Okay, the ticket gate will open in ten minutes. Once we're on the train, you can continue sleeping, okay?"

Jiang Nianxi patted his still-malfunctioning head with an extremely doting expression.

It's like treating a child who has never experienced the ways of the world.

It wasn't until Jiang Nianxi returned with two bottles of drinks and stood in front of Yang An, urging him to take the drinks, that he stood up, blushing.