Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Jiang Nianxi's virtues are like a mirror.

Dissect her heart completely and expose it clearly.

It also revealed a side of Yang An that he had never shown before.

Jiang Nianxi is very good, really very good.

She can be a dignified and proper wife.

She can be a girlfriend who can be affectionate anytime, anywhere.

A family member you can't get rid of.

However, all good things, no matter how they are presented on the surface, always come at a price.

There is no such thing as good without a reason.

Yang An understood and comprehended everything.

He struggled.

As for Su Lingyi, he could take the initiative to take responsibility and cut ties completely.

But... what about Jiang Nianxi?

He dared not speculate.

What would happen if one day you completely broke away from the other person?

What changes will occur in life?

Will the long-awaited new life really arrive as promised?

They are all unknowns hidden in the fog.

Finally, Yang An made up his mind and clenched his fist.

go.

We have to go.

It doesn't matter where you go.

He glanced at the kitchen, which was hidden behind frosted glass, and swallowed hard.

He had no way out.

Living in a daze, under strict control, I could only spend all day with a button phone.

For Jiang Nianxi, this was not salvation.

For him, it wasn't happiness either.

This is torture.

Faced with torment on both sides.

How do I explain this to my parents? What will happen to me after I leave? And what about the video...?

He had no time to consider the consequences.

At least... I have a chance to catch my breath.

……

Opportunities to leave are everywhere.

It was probably Su Lingyi's phone call that day that reminded Jiang Nianxi.

The initial relaxed approach has now been augmented with many details.

The bedroom door will be locked from the inside as before.

The clothes are also washed repeatedly.

But all of this ultimately manifested in her doubts about that phone call.

Doubts will remain just doubts.

She did not take the crazy restrictive measures she usually does.

She believed that after a year of getting to know each other, even without her strict control, Yang An would find it difficult to leave her.

March 10, 2027.

It was already night.

The curtains were drawn tightly, allowing almost no moonlight to penetrate.

On the bed, Jiang Nianxi, who had just finished a passionate encounter, was still holding Yang An's waist with lingering desire.

Strands of hair stuck to her face and forehead.

Her delicate little face looked as if it had been soaked in water, cute yet charming.

The two had spent countless nights like this.

Jiang Nianxi really enjoyed this feeling of satisfaction.

Only at night did the two embrace tightly.

Only then can she feel truly needed and loved.

As for how much of this love is real and how much is fake.

It doesn't matter.

As long as she is loved, as long as someone is willing to snuggle up to her at night and warm her with their body heat, that is enough.

Maybe a few minutes, maybe a dozen minutes.

The woman's breathing gradually became steady, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She fell asleep.

Yang An opened his eyes.

He tried to move his right hand, but because his arm was pressed under the woman's head, it was numb and difficult to move.

The air conditioner in the room was still continuously supplying warm air.

The recently ended ambiguous relationship left Yang An feeling unsettled.

Restlessness is destined to be the theme song of tonight.

He moved slightly, separating a little.

Jiang Nianxi didn't react, like a well-behaved kitten.

As he moved further away, a gap formed between them, and air from outside the blankets seeped in.

"Waaah... Eek."

Jiang Nianxi let out a soft moan, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if she were somewhat dissatisfied.

Then, whether it was a subconscious movement of the body or not, with another pull, the space that Yang An had just moved out of was instantly compressed to its limit again.

They fit together tightly once again.

The soft skin against your body gives you a wonderfully comfortable feeling.

But Yang An was now sweating with anxiety.

He struggled with the decision for a long time before finally deciding to leave.

To abandon one's reputation and disregard the consequences.

He has to leave tonight.

He was afraid...

I'm afraid that I might soften my heart again, or for some other reason, and relax my resistance.

He had tried to run away at night a few times before.

But he stayed.

Who would have thought that the former abuser would now evoke such strong feelings of attachment in him?

No, a more accurate term is connection.

He had to leave.

It took about half an hour for Yang An to barely manage to break free from Jiang Nianxi's embrace.

Before imitating, I took a pillow and stuffed it into the other person's arms.

Jiang Nianxi was fast asleep, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Maybe... she'll have a sweet dream tonight.

Yang An stood naked by the bed, looking at that lovely sleeping face. He couldn't say he hated her, but he felt a mix of emotions.

Are you really leaving?

His subconscious called out again, echoing in his mind like a gentle breeze.

Are you really willing to give it up?

Are you leaving?

really?

Why don't you lie down again?

Staying here isn't so bad.

At least she loves you.

Please don't leave.

"I……"

Yang An bit his tongue hard, and the rusty taste exploded in his mouth.

His reason regained control.

If he hesitated any longer, things might change, and he was afraid that he would really be reluctant to leave.

Without turning his head, he tiptoed open the bedroom door and walked into the living room.

The clothes weren't completely dry yet. When I took them off the hanger and wore them, they were still a bit damp and sticky.

Take the key and unlock the security door.

Until he finally stepped out of the residential building and stood in the open space, facing the pitch-black night sky, Yang An was once again lost in confusion.

Is doing this... really the right thing to do?

or……

Should we go back?

"..."

The east wind relentlessly lashed at him.

Having stayed at home for too long, even a slight gust of cold wind was enough to make him ache.

He shivered slightly.

Subconsciously, I turned my toes around and faced the even darker stairwell entrance again.

As long as I go back...

He went back without making a sound, took off his clothes, crawled into the warm bed, and held the woman in his arms.

Nobody will know.

There will be no unforeseen complications.

He can continue to enjoy warmth and meticulous care.

Instead of being ravaged by the cold wind here.

"..."

Are you really willing to leave?

Yang An, where is your heart?

"..."

Depend on!

Yang An's knuckles cracked as he suddenly turned and sprinted toward the exit of the residential area.

Perhaps the faster you run, the more painful the wind hits your body, and the more tender thoughts will be temporarily suppressed.

……

In the early morning, the sun was already slowly rising outside.

The bedroom was still completely dark.

Jiang Nianxi hugged the soft thing in her arms tightly, and after a while slowly opened her eyes.

Good morning, sweetie.

She was stunned.

His body suddenly stiffened beyond belief.

The pillow in my arms was still warm.

She did not completely warm the hearts of the young people.

She only warmed one pillow.

A pillow without a heart.

"Good boy?"

Jiang Nianxi quickly calmed down from her panic.

She called out again.