Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

The future is still a long way off.

Why rush to conclusions?

……

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Wow, you can really run... Your legs are completely numb, yet you can still walk this far, haha..."

"Drink it..."

"I love you so much, Yang An, I wish I could meld you into my very bones..."

"Want to die? Want to die? Haha, you can't die even if you want to..."

"die."

"die."

Die, die, die, die!

die! !

"what!"

Yang An sat up abruptly, his chest heaving violently.

Disgusting, terrified.

A fear etched into the very marrow of that figure.

The cold chains, the liquid forcibly poured into my mouth after being forced open, the pain from the blow to the back of my head—all seem to still throb faintly now.

Thank goodness...

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously rubbed his forehead with his arm.

It was ice-cold, and I was covered in cold sweat.

Thankfully, it was just... a dream.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down.

The curtains were unusually open, and the glass windows were a complete mess from the rain.

Dark clouds loomed outside, occasionally punctuated by flashes of lightning.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly appeared in the distance, and the loud noise made Yang An inside the room tremble.

Suddenly, a warm, slender hand reached around his waist and pressed against his stomach.

At the same time, a languid female voice slowly sounded: "Goodness, why are you awake..."

Yang An twisted his stiff neck and looked at the person next to him.

At this moment, Jiang Nianxi's black hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and her face was slightly flushed.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"It's nothing... I was just woken up by thunder..."

He calmed himself down a bit, and managed to squeeze out a few words of comfort from his dry throat.

"Well……"

Whether she heard him or not, Jiang Nianxi whimpered a few times, then hugged him and pulled him to lie down on the bed.

"Go to sleep, sweetie..."

"..."

Outside the window, thunder rumbled incessantly.

Countless raindrops pounded against the glass window, making a tinkling sound.

For some reason, Yang An swallowed hard and quietly asked, "Jiang Nianxi?"

"..."

The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, like tiny brushes.

"Jiang Nianxi?"

"Mmm..."

A response that sounded like a dream.

"If...one day...I...do something very serious, you will..."

"Well……"

"..."

It's crazy.

It was just a dream with no clear meaning.

He looked at his hands and was momentarily lost in confusion.

As I lay back down, my partner automatically snuggled up to me.

The sound of thunder and rain continued outside the window.

No matter how hard he tried to recall the terrifying dream, he couldn't capture even the slightest detail.

It was as if... it had been completely erased from the memory of the dream.

……

February 2, 2027, early morning.

The rain stopped.

The humidity is still very high, so high that even with the windows closed, it feels like you can breathe in moisture everywhere.

"Hey, you lazybones, wake up!"

The bedroom door opened, and Jiang Nianxi, dressed in pajamas, rushed over with a smile.

Yang An had just woken up from a drowsy sleep when he suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Well!"

He almost choked.

The overwhelming scent of jasmine, mixed with the smell of shampoo, forcefully penetrated his lungs.

"Staying up at night and not getting up in the morning."

Jiang Nianxi gently poked his nose with her fair index finger and whispered, "That'll teach you to sleep better tonight."

"..."

Although he gradually adapted to the pressure, Yang An's breathing was still quite rapid.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Jiang Nianxi licked her lips and leaned against his chest.

A few seconds later, she smiled and said, "Wow, are you so happy to see me this morning? My heart is pounding."

Her hand gently stroked the spot where she had just listened; beneath the skin and bones lay Yang An's fiercely beating heart.

One moment, one moment.

Unbeknownst to her, it was as if countless threads were emerging from her heart, seeping into her skin, and enveloping her heart completely.

Even she couldn't help but quicken her beating.

Yang An reached out and shoved her aside, panting, "You're the one who scared me..."

"Stupid woman, so early in the morning, do you have to be so... scary, suddenly lunging at me..."

"Tsk." Jiang Nianxi said dismissively, "If we didn't do this, you wouldn't know how long you'd be asleep."

She finally managed to slowly climb off Yang An's waist and get off the bed.

While putting on her slippers, she said with a smile, "Dinner's ready. It's already ten o'clock. I've been waiting for you for ages."

"Is it ten o'clock?"

Yang An stared at the rain stains outside the window, his expression momentarily dazed.

"By the way, what did you say to me last night?" Jiang Nianxi got up and opened the window halfway. In an instant, the smell of rain and earth poured in, refreshing and invigorating.

"What are you saying?"

"I remember last night... you seemed to be awake when you whispered something in my ear that was sometimes near and sometimes far, but I was a bit groggy and couldn't remember it when I woke up."

"Hehe...maybe you're just imagining things."

Yang An chuckled a few times, choosing to avoid the question.

"No, even though I was half asleep, I'm sure you said something," Jiang Nianxi persisted.

"That's probably... just some trivial stuff. I didn't sleep well last night, so I've forgotten most of it."

"..."

"Alright, get up and eat. If you don't come soon, the food will get cold."

Fortunately, Jiang Nianxi only seemed to understand and pondered for a while.

She had no desire to dwell on it further.

For her, it didn't really matter.

The food is delicious; you can eat it all the time without getting tired of it.

The flavor changes every two days, with no two dishes overlapping.

This was Yang An's second most profound realization after living with Jiang Nianxi.

Clear and delicious soup is perfect for nourishing the stomach and intestines in the morning.

He took a sip, and his taste buds seemed to be forcibly opened, filled with a rich umami flavor.

If it weren't for what happened before, Yang An would still feel pity for Jiang Nianxi.

After her father passed away, her mother was almost never at home.

If what Jiang Nianxi said is true, then it is truly remarkable that she has been able to maintain excellent academic performance after so many years of being a left-behind child.

However... I feel sorry for you.

pity.

How could such a feeling as sympathy possibly arise in his heart?

Right now, the one who deserves the most sympathy is probably myself.

"You didn't put in much salt, did you?"

Jiang Nianxi stirred the contents of the bowl with a spoon, resting her chin on her hand.

Yang An nodded slightly: "Mm."

"I'm always worried you're not eating enough. You silly goose, so stubborn, you never tell anyone about your grievances..."

"..."

What's the point of saying it?

His face darkened.

He had protested so many times before, hiding and trying to get away, but the woman never let go.

"Let's finish these."

Jiang Nianxi casually instructed, "Otherwise... I'll think you're not eating enough and are hungry."

"This is just breakfast..."

"Eat a hearty breakfast too. I like you when you're healthy."