Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Give."

He took it and saw that it was a sports drink.

He looked up and asked, "Why...do you like drinking this so much?"

"Don't you like it?"

"..."

Yang An didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and unscrewed the bottle cap.

Before I even tasted it, a hint of sweet lime flavor wafted out.

After hesitating for a while, I ultimately didn't drink any and put the bottle cap back on.

Five minutes later.

"There are very few people on our train."

Jiang Nianxi looked at the seat numbers on her phone and pulled him to find two seats side by side.

She is absolutely right.

The hall was just packed with people, too many to count.

However, the train passing through Xunshi was sparsely populated.

Yang An and Jiang Nianxi's seats were facing each other.

According to the order, he should have sat in the window seat, which is the innermost seat.

Jiang Nianxi was right next to him, facing outwards.

Jiang Nianxi was very stubborn and insisted on sitting in the innermost seat by the window.

Yang An didn't actually have many requirements regarding seating.

It doesn't matter whether it's by the window or not.

So he sighed and let the woman switch places.

really weird.

Do you like sitting at the very back?

Yang An watched as the woman happily placed her coat on her lap, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Um?"

Whether she heard him or not, the woman turned her head and smiled as she looked at him.

Yang An instinctively avoided eye contact: "It's nothing..."

No, is your hearing really that sensitive?

He made sure he spoke very softly, so softly that it should be inaudible or barely audible.

"It'll make you feel safe, sweetie." Jiang Nianxi took his right hand and made him sit next to her.

She laughed and said, "Sit inside, only you can touch me."

"...Actually, I'm not that interested in touching you."

"Really? But... you were very proactive last night..."

Her eyes crinkled into crescents, and her voice was loud, showing no regard for the fact that this was a public place and that there were other people around.

Across from them, a middle-aged man in a suit looked surprised, his gaze shifting back and forth between Jiang Nianxi and Yang An.

When Yang An met his gaze, Yang An simply gave an awkward smile.

Now, my social anxiety has been amplified to the maximum.

Moreover, is this kind of thing something that can be said openly and directly?

"Young man, is this... your girlfriend?"

The man sitting opposite asked with a smile.

He looked to be in his thirties, but he didn't look old at all; on the contrary, he was dressed very smartly.

The hair clearly shows signs of being treated with hairspray.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be exquisite, exquisite, and exquisite again.

Yang An subconsciously shook his head, but his hand was suddenly pinched by the woman next to him.

He looked over and saw the woman with a polite smile, her voice neither too loud nor too soft: "We are not boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Oh……"

The man paused for a moment, but his eyes flickered as he looked at Jiang Nianxi.

There was a scrutiny, an interest, and also a hint of something deeper.

It's likely that they've imagined some other abnormal relationship.

"I... am his wife."

"Well?"

"what?"

Yang An stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

What kind of nonsense is this woman spouting?

He tried to pull Jiang Nianxi, but Jiang Nianxi grabbed his right hand and held it down firmly, making him unable to move.

The man was clearly somewhat skeptical, a twitch at the corner of his mouth: "You guys don't look very old...you should still be in school?"

Jiang Nianxi responded with a smile, "We're not married, but... we're engaged, and we'll get married when we reach the appropriate age."

"Strictly speaking, I should call her my fiancée, but since we live together, in a sense... I am his wife, aren't I?"

She turned her head, staring intently at Yang An's face, and said, word by word, "You agree, right?"

"..."

"……Um."

His right hand was gripped tightly. After a few seconds, Yang An lowered his gaze and gave a muffled "hmm."

Whatever she says, then so be it.

Anyway... it doesn't change anything.

"Fiancée, huh..." The man opposite him scrutinized the strange couple once again.

He shook his head, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said, "You guys look like you're not even... twenty yet, right?"

"Freshman year".

"Did your family agree?"

"Um."

"...Hehe, my family has very open-minded views."

"Liking is liking, loving is loving, what does it have to do with being open-minded?" Jiang Nianxi said calmly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

To be honest, even if her classmate's family didn't approve of the marriage, she would never give up so easily.

In her dictionary, the word "give up" is still not in existence.

Whether it's academics, life, or even relationships.

Jiang Nianxi has already made up her mind.

When the New Year came, she stayed at Yang An's house and tried her best to play a good role.

If... if by then, Yang's parents really strongly oppose it, or... simply don't like him/her.

She also has coercive methods.

One method that rendered the Yang family powerless to stop her from entering.

"Sigh... You're still young, only eighteen or nineteen years old. You have a long road ahead of you."

The man closed the lid of the teacup and sighed.

"Marriage is essentially a matter of interests. Young people are prone to acting on emotions, but you'll understand later that sometimes the right path is to control the resources that allow you to improve yourself."

Typical preaching.

Marriage is indeed closely related to entanglements of interests, but without the foundation of affection, isn't such a marriage exhausting?

To only talk about interests and constantly talk about resources is the propaganda of egoists.

Jiang Nianxi's eyes turned slightly cold as she looked out the window at the scenery, paying no attention to the words of the man opposite her.

She never needs resources or benefits that don't belong to her.

Take what you are entitled to and fulfill your due obligations.

She would rather give everything she had to her deskmate.

Because in her heart.

Feelings are always more important than interests.

She treats her mother the same way, and she treats her deskmate the same way.

For Jiang Nianxi, life can be tough or rich, but you only live once.

No?

Loyalty, dependence, love.

All she really needed was this.

Perhaps seeing that neither of the two young people had any desire to listen, the man, after talking for a long time, seemed to realize that he had made a fool of himself, so he gradually shut his mouth and stopped talking.

The journey from Xuancheng to Xunshi is not too far.

Staying alert is still a very difficult thing.

For example, Yang An had already fallen asleep with his head tilted to the side.

Several times she bumped into Jiang Nianxi's shoulder, briefly waking up in a daze, but soon fell back into a deep sleep.

Despite the surroundings, the man in the suit opposite him didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, he took out a laptop from his backpack, placed it on the hanging table, and started typing.

The cold light emanating from the screen pierced through the long, dimly lit tunnel and fell upon the man's slightly weathered face.