Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Look, this is my little collar."

Jiang Nianxi's focus wasn't on exposing her body; what she wanted to show the other person was what was inside the sweater collar.

A tracker resembling a round button is clipped to the inside, and the entire device is jet black.

"I have one on my body. As long as you open another white software icon on your phone, you can see my location. This is an electronic collar that I wore voluntarily."

Upon closer inspection, Yang An noticed that the edges were periodically flashing with a faint red light.

Seriously, where does this woman buy all these weird things...?

He muttered to himself.

It's no wonder that their brain circuits are different from normal people's; they even have so many "technological tricks" installed on themselves.

"I don't have as much of a controlling nature as you, I won't watch it."

As he cleared away the dishes, Yang An helplessly turned his gaze away.

Jiang Nianxi lowered her hand, and the turtleneck of her sweater returned to its original position, clinging to her skin. She smiled and said, "When you're bored, you can open your phone and check my location, see where I am, whether I'm almost home... It's much more interesting than watching videos or playing games. You'll like this feeling if you look at it every day."

"So, back in Xuancheng, during those days when I went out to class, you did nothing but stare at my location on your phone?"

"No, it's not that... Sometimes when I'm doing laundry or chopping vegetables, I just put my phone next to me... Why do you look at me with such disgust, like you've seen a pervert? I'm doing this for your own good. What if you get kidnapped? What if a bad person tries to hurt you?"

"No, you're mistaken..."

"You're lying, I saw it, you're looking down on me."

Jiang Nianxi was unhappy.

Even though Yang An's expression was rather subtle and lasted for only a few seconds, she still managed to capture it precisely.

There's no reason for a husband to complain that his wife is too controlling.

As revenge, while Yang An was still bending down to collect the bowls, her small hand appeared on his head in the next second.

"Don't touch me..."

Patting someone's head is undoubtedly an action with extremely rich meaning.

It can represent intimacy or sarcasm.

The intimacy that Jiang Nianxi wanted to express took on a slightly different flavor when it came to Yang An.

There's always a hint of intentional or unintentional control in it.

And it will mess up your hair...

"Just touch me, and I'll punish you!"

"Well……"

"Your hair is so smooth, um... It's so nice here with me. I'm well-fed, comfortable, and I have everything I want. Look how well I've taken care of your hair."

Jiang Nianxi slowed her head patting and lowered her head, murmuring something.

Tenderness, like a smooth and soft silk, gradually emerges from a woman's body, wrapping and enveloping her layer by layer.

Suffocating, yet gentle.

"You were so thin in high school, and you didn't like to eat breakfast. If it weren't for me, your stomach would be in a lot of pain now."

"..."

Time passed second by second.

The temperature gradually rose in the afternoon, but by five or six o'clock, the downward trend in temperature could not be concealed.

Compared to the morning, the chill of dusk is more subtle and profound.

The temperature that had finally managed to rise seemed like a last gasp against the backdrop of the red sunset.

"I'm going out, sweetie."

The woman wasn't empty-handed; she was also carrying a handbag.

As she reached the security door, she turned back and smiled.

At this moment, Yang An looked at the food covered on the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

There's actually no need to do it right now.

It's only seven o'clock. Why can't you get your things first and then come back to cook?

I feel a little confused...

As for why she didn't go to pick it up for so long in the afternoon, Jiang Nianxi has already given the answer through her actions.

The crumpled paper that almost filled the bedroom trash can is proof of this.

"good……"

"Stay home and behave, don't run around, don't steal food, and don't open the door for anyone. I have a key, understand?"

"Um……"

The tone of a parent giving instructions to a child can be quite awkward.

"I'll be back soon. If you're bored, you're allowed to spy on me..."

The woman smiled and shook her phone, the screen displaying a two-way monitoring interface.

"Um……"

bump.

The woman gently closed the security door.

The door wasn't very soundproof; you could faintly hear the sound of footsteps going down the stairs.

Eventually, it disappeared completely.

In the living room, which was neither too big nor too small, the chandelier overhead filled the entire space with warm light. At this moment, apart from Yang An sitting at the dining table, there was no one else there.

This is the first time I've ever had a New Year's Eve dinner like this.

Is it considered unusual?

Two people with no blood relation spend a strange New Year in their own home.

This kind of thing would have seemed unbelievable in the past...

"..."

Oh well, I've got nothing better to do anyway.

Let's play on our phones.

Yang An shook his head and picked up his phone from the table.

A soft light appeared, and the simple main interface was projected into his pupils.

Skillfully open a certain four-character game.

With the background music playing, his interest was piqued.

……

Half an hour has passed.

Yang An yawned and placed his phone face down beside him.

Haven't they come back yet?

His gaze passed over the covered dishes on the table and settled on the security door.

The only sound outside the window was the patter of rain.

The quieter the environment, the more easily people's inner fears and anxieties are amplified.

Although this negative emotion of unknown origin was extremely minor.

When the time came, Jiang Nianxi did not appear at the door.

Given the other party's style of doing things, this kind of thing usually only happens with a low probability.

Yang An thought that they might have bought some things along the way, which caused the delay...

"Gurgle..."

I have to say, even though I wasn't that hungry before, after smelling the aroma for half an hour, my stomach is making embarrassing noises out of control.

Let's wait a little longer.

……

Another half hour passed.

Yang An couldn't sit still any longer.

He stood up, looking at the dishes in front of him that were getting cold, and felt a tightness in his chest.

Something seems off...

An hour has passed since Jiang Nianxi left.

He remembered that their homes weren't far apart; at worst, it would only take about forty minutes to make a round trip.

How about... we make a phone call?

After hesitating for only a few seconds, Yang An made up his mind.

Find the contact person for "Wife and Baby" and press the call button.

"Beep—beep—"

The wait, which should have been only a dozen seconds, now seems unbearably long.

Finally, a sound came from the phone.

"Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

Jiang Nianxi...didn't answer?

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and the words "wife and baby" seemed particularly jarring.

wrong.

No matter how busy Jiang Nianxi is, he almost always answers his calls instantly.

The same applies to chat messages.