Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Thinking of this, Jiang Nianxi chuckled lightly, the meaning of which was ambiguous.

Of course, I'm not exactly a saint myself.

Hmm... in a sense, I guess I'm a bad guy too...

She never considered herself to be particularly virtuous or to have particularly upright methods.

However, she would make it up to her deskmate.

She will use the rest of her life to make amends and fill the void in his heart.

She will do her best to be kind to her classmate.

She coerced her classmate not out of lust, but simply... to liberate them both, to allow their souls to merge, and to fill the void in their relationship.

……

"Dear passengers, this train is about to arrive at Xunshi North Station. Passengers who wish to disembark, please do so in advance..."

The train's announcement came on, and it was clear that the train was slowing down.

As Jiang Nianxi watched the county town buildings flash by outside the window, a smile slowly appeared on her face.

This is Yang An's hometown, and also her hometown.

They share the same past memories; on every street, in every shop, the two of them may have brushed past each other long ago.

And now, we're going home together.

"Miss, this is my business card."

Seeing that Jiang Nianxi seemed to want to leave, the man sitting opposite her stood up for a moment, rummaged in his inner pocket, and pulled out a crumpled black business card.

He placed the item on the table in front of Jiang Nianxi with both hands and put it down.

"There's a little note from me on it. You don't understand my good intentions now, but you will in the future..."

"..."

Jiang Nianxi simply smiled and reached for the business card on the table.

Upon seeing this, a barely perceptible glint flashed in the man's eyes.

then……

"you!"

His pupils dilated as he watched in disbelief as the woman gracefully tore the business card in half.

Then stack them together and tear them again.

Until the pieces were torn into a pile, accumulated in the palm of the hand, and then lightly tossed into the trash tray on the table.

"Sweetie, wake up."

After doing all this, Jiang Nianxi didn't even glance at him, but pinched Yang An's nose and called out softly.

"Um...uh..."

The feeling of suffocation woke Yang An from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

It was pitch black, with only a not-so-bright gap.

This...this is...

"Hehe, my sweetie's still half asleep." Jiang Nianxi's laughter broke into his ears, and he immediately shuddered.

He shifted his body slightly and realized that he was lying in Jiang Nianxi's arms, covered by her coat.

Turning it over, I felt a soft, warm sensation against my lower abdomen, accompanied by a rich jasmine fragrance.

Yang An's face flushed instantly, and he struggled to sit up straight.

Jiang Nianxi, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, pulling up her coat and casually pulling out her luggage from under the table.

"Let's go, we're home."

With a smile in her eyes, she took Yang An's hand, who was still in a daze, and led him to the end of the carriage.

The train gradually came to a stop, and the announcement was broadcast once again.

The man remained, staring blankly at the crumbs in the metal trash pan.

It's as if one's pride and joy have been forcibly trampled and crushed.

"Hey everyone in the back, watch out! Step on the boards, don't slip! You over there, stand outside the yellow line!"

The train conductor waved and gave loud instructions.

After getting off the train and swiping his ID card to walk out of the gate, a gentle breeze brushed against Yang An's cheeks, but he felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Maybe... I slept for too long on the train.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air.

It’s weird.

This place, which is where I grew up, is also the beginning of my nightmare.

But six months later, when I set foot on this land again, I felt not so much fear of the filth, but rather an inexplicable sense of melancholy.

"Jiang Nianxi, you're not... really going to my house, are you...?"

Dragging his luggage, Yang An glanced at the time on his phone. Thinking about what had happened before, he still wanted to make some more effort.

If I actually met my parents, the nature of the situation would be completely different.

He was controlled by others because he was afraid that his parents would find out about the video, and even more afraid that this crazy woman would implicate his parents.

But once you meet, whatever happens will be beyond your control.

The conflict will shift from between the two individuals to between their two families.

At that time, Yang An was almost certain that he would have no chance of getting away from her.

Jiang Nianxi kept her eyes straight ahead and simply said, "I'll be staying at your place this holiday."

"..."

"I'll cook for you and tidy your room, so Mom and Dad won't have to worry about you, right?"

"But……"

"There's no 'but' about it."

She interrupted Yang An, clenching her fists even tighter, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

"..."

Well, I don't have the right to refuse anyway.

Yang An remained silent.

You're almost home, why are you asking this kind of question?

I really feel like a clown.

Familiar alleyways, familiar residential buildings.

The two, carrying their luggage, finally stopped in front of a security door.

The couplets that were pasted up last year are still there, but some parts have peeled off, and the glued backing has some dust and dirt stuck to it.

However, the doormat looked fairly clean.

It must have been a while ago, my parents came back and cleaned it up.

As for this old couplet... it should probably be kept until the New Year to be replaced with a new one.

"Click!"

Insert the key into the lock, turn it once, and you'll hear the lock cylinder open.

Although the key in Jiang Nianxi's hand fit perfectly into his door, Yang An recognized at a glance that it was definitely not the real key.

He only has three keys to his house: two for his parents and one for himself.

Her own key was still hidden in her schoolbag, so where did Jiang Nianxi get the key from?

Recalling the silent infiltration, Yang An shuddered.

With the security door wide open, Jiang Nianxi felt as if she were back in her own home. After unpacking her luggage, she began to clean.

During that time, he even had time to peel two oranges for Yang An.

Yang An's lips twitched; he was still thinking of helping.

After all... it's your own house, and it's hard not to feel good about it being messed up like this by someone else.

Aside from some guilt, there was more of an indescribable... intense sense of loss of control.

It felt as if nothing here belonged to me.

No, it no longer belongs solely to myself.

I was forced to share it with others.

But as soon as Jiang Nianxi saw what tool he picked up, she immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed over to snatch it away.

"What are you doing?"

With her hands on her hips, her puffed-up cheeks looked quite adorable.

Yang An lowered his head and said, "It's nothing, this is my home, I'll tidy it up, you don't need to..."

"Now, this is my home too."

"..."

"Okay, sweetie, sit there and eat an orange. I've peeled it for you. I took a bite, and it's sweet and delicious."

Jiang Nianxi pushed him, leading him to the sofa, and pressed his shoulders down to sit down.