Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Oh, I thought it was the next day... What's this in your hand?"

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that the woman was holding a porcelain bowl in both hands, which aroused his suspicion.

The woman smiled and tilted the bowl, revealing the plump, red dates inside.

"I just went out to buy it."

Red dates.

I woke up to find a big bowl of dates being served to me.

What does this mean?

He was completely bewildered as he watched the other person pick up a date and slowly bring it to his mouth.

Just then, Jiang Nianxi explained.

"Red dates replenish qi and blood, eat more of them. Also... I forgot to cook this afternoon, the rice is still steaming, it may take a while."

"Wait, wait a minute, does that mean... I just passed out?"

Recalling his previous dazed state, Yang An suddenly snapped to attention.

Many fragments flashed through his mind.

Jiang Nianxi looked like a pear blossom in the rain.

A humble plea.

A gentle adhesion.

I looked at the messy sheets on the bed and some unidentified stains.

This is enough to testify to the previous madness.

"..."

When asked, Jiang Nianxi just smiled meaningfully.

Neither admit nor deny.

Let people speculate.

Meanwhile, Yang An was not having an easy time.

He promised to do it, but he didn't promise to push himself to the point of death.

It seems like he's treating himself like a bicycle, pedaling it hard.

The other party, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the ride.

He almost lost his mind.

His gaze slowly moved down and settled on the red dates that Jiang Nianxi had brought over.

However, since things have come to this, there's no point in saying anything more.

He hesitated for a moment, then obediently put the jujube in his mouth.

"...Feeling much better now?"

Jiang Nianxi picked up another one and said with a smile, "Guess."

"Your heart isn't attached to me, how could I possibly know?"

"Hmph... I'm going to cook now, get up and get dressed."

She chuckled and ruffled Yang An's hair, placed the bowl on the bedside table, and turned to leave the bedroom.

She walked along, humming a little tune.

It adds a touch of comfort and ease to the bedroom.

It was as if the message Qin Heyue had sent earlier no longer mattered to her.

Get dressed, get dressed.

You need clothes to wear, right?

If I don't have any clothes, what am I supposed to wear?

Yang An turned the quilt over and over, but apart from the stain of unknown origin, he couldn't even find the fabric of the clothes.

He looked again at the alleyway beside the bed and finally caught a glimpse of a corner of the shirt.

Most of them were stuffed under the bed, with only a small corner sticking out.

When he finally managed to pull it all the way out, all he got was a torn piece of fabric...

The cuffs were still intact, but the collar was torn to shreds.

How am I supposed to wear this?

His lips twitched; he felt utterly speechless.

Jiang Nianxi is also very clear-headed.

His clothes were perfectly fine, but he just grabbed them.

If I remember correctly, this top was relatively expensive, and the fabric was quite good...

Oh well, I'll just consider it a way to ward off disaster.

Yang An silently folded the shirt, which had been torn in two, and placed it on the bedside table.

I'll throw it away later.

He changed his shirt out of the closet.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it: when Yang An stood up completely, the bedroom light shone on his upper body.

Red marks, red marks everywhere.

My neck was covered in kisses, it was so red it looked like it had been bitten by insects.

Several pinch marks were left on her waist and abdomen.

His heart sank, and he quickly walked to the dressing mirror in the corner of the bedroom, turned around, and looked at the mirror.

His back wasn't in much better shape; two very obvious handprints were etched into the muscles of his back.

The borders are clear, and there is even some swelling.

This silly woman, to be fair, is actually very gentle.

I was probably a bit emotional today, which is why I used so much force.

It was as if he wanted to merge his whole being into it, to physically merge the two of them into one.

Feeling scared afterward?

Yang An silently put on his shirt and looked at his angular face in the mirror, which was slightly puffy under his eyes.

I wouldn't say I was scared afterwards.

He knew Jiang Nianxi would definitely not let him die.

They wouldn't truly torture him with the intention of killing him.

Compared to that, perhaps it's more of a numbness.

"Are you all packed?"

The bedroom door was half-open, and Jiang Nianxi's calm call could be heard from outside.

Yang An opened the door completely and casually replied, "Hmm."

"Come out and sit down first. I cooked an extra meal today to make you feel better."

The rice is cooked, and the air is filled with an enticing aroma.

There are two pairs of chopsticks on the table.

There are no bowls.

He yawned and slowly walked into the kitchen.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Why aren't you sitting down?" Jiang Nianxi asked curiously as she stir-fried the vegetables.

"I'll bring the food over in a bit. You've had a long day, so you need to get some rest."

Yang An bent down and took out two appropriately sized bowls from the cabinet. He then turned on the rice cooker, and hot steam burst out instantly.

For a few seconds, my eyes felt like they were being blurred, and my vision became a little blurry.

He rubbed his eyes and whispered, "It's nothing, you can continue..."

As he spoke, he filled two bowls with rice.

"Oh...you don't need to, I can do it in a bit."

"If I can't even get a bowl, am I a useless person?"

"..."

The spatula, which was stirring, paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

The woman turned her head helplessly, her stunning face full of doting affection.

"What? This is all I should do."

It's just a way of atonement.

This is also the future she has always dreamed of.

She continued, "I wish you would stay a useless person forever... I'll take care of you, that's enough. You don't need to have contact with those unclean people outside, you just need to stay at home, look at me, and think about me."

"Wouldn't that make us parasites?" Yang An chuckled.

"Aren't you one right now?"

Suddenly, Jiang Nianxi chuckled softly.

"You said you wanted to escape from me, but you're still eating my food, wearing my clothes, and sleeping with me."

His tone was calm and even, without any sarcasm or mockery.

She probably never thought that way; it was just a joke.

But when the words reached Yang An's ears, they made him shudder.

My dazed mind felt as if it had been struck violently with a hammer.

寄生虫。

What's the difference between my behavior and that of a parasite?

"..."

The freedom and meaning I've always championed...

Yeah, what is this now?

A kind of abnormal parasitic relationship?

Despite being highly dependent on the other for food, clothing, and daily necessities, they always think about escaping from this mother.

Regardless of whether it started with coercion or initiative, sometimes it's not about the cause, but the whole process that matters more.

Jiang Nianxi had threatened him, and keeping her by his side was not his subjective wish.

But the truth is, he has become the very thing he used to hate the most.

Resisting the abuser, yet becoming dependent on the abuser.

It's better to live a wretched life than to die a good death, but now I'm neither human nor ghost.

What exactly is he?

people?

Or... like the plaster monkey, was he tied to Jiang Nianxi's side, slowly becoming a parasitic "human"?

Could he refuse these gifts with ulterior motives?

of course can.

but……