Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

To be honest, she had always wanted to have a child.

The fruit of her and Yang An's genes mixed together.

The fruit of love.

Just thinking about it was enough to reignite a spark within her.

The partition in the basement was reopened.

The long-awaited sunlight shone on Yang An's half-dead face.

Yang An's body twitched slightly.

Like a brief physiological reflex.

No.

Jiang Nianxi looked at the young man who was tied to a chair and facing her without any reservations, and suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

She remembered something.

I was reminded of a scene I saw online before, where a frog was being dissected.

The frog's skin was peeled off, and its limbs were tightly bound to the dissection table.

Helpless, yet unable to utter a sound.

Because whatever strange noises it makes are worthless.

Its physical form is its true value.

No one pays attention to the frog's feelings; they simply attribute this cruelty to the frog's lack of thought, its simple-mindedness, and its inability to feel pain.

Look.

Yang An now resembles a frog struggling helplessly.

What a pity.

Tied to a chair, she was at the mercy of others, unable to resist.

Jiang Nianxi snapped out of her daze and chuckled softly, the meaning of which was unclear.

She closed the partition again and turned on the simple light switch next to it.

The basement was relit.

"Sweetie, let me wipe your body."

She walked to the table on the left and took a towel.

The faucet was pumping water with a hissing sound.

Once the towel is wet, wring it out.

Wring it dry and then soak it again.

Finally, Jiang Nianxi carried a small bucket full of water and a towel, took the blanket off Yang An, and began to patiently wipe the muddy areas.

Sometimes, when I wipe certain areas, it seems to bring back memories of crazy scenes from the past.

Jiang Nianxi suddenly smiled.

This kind of lingering feeling is very satisfying.

"……medicine."

Suddenly, Yang An, who hadn't spoken for a long time, uttered a single word for the first time today.

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"What?" Jiang Nianxi paused in her actions and looked at him suspiciously.

Yang An opened his mouth, but only managed to utter two words.

"Drink... medicine..."

"You mean the medicine I found in your bag the other day?"

"..."

Yang An found it difficult to continue speaking and could only nod slightly.

Even though his consciousness became hazy during his long imprisonment.

In comparison...

Taking medicine should make me feel a little better in this desperate situation...

He began to miss the feeling of taking the medicine for the first time.

Even after eating, you become numb, just like a human being.

At least... at the very least...

I won't think about random things anymore.

"Oh...those medicines..."

Jiang Nianxi seemed to understand, but continued wiping.

"I threw it away."

Her tone was nonchalant, as if she had just thrown away an insignificant piece of trash.

Yang An's dazed pupils contracted, and his lips trembled slightly.

"medicine……"

He felt his teeth chattering.

The woman before him seemed to be leaving behind a very faint afterimage.

The colors were vibrant at times, and then gradually faded.

I feel so bad.

Nothing feels real anymore.

Dissociation...reality...

medicine.

I need to take my medicine.

Taking medicine... will make you feel better...

Yang An opened his mouth wide, and his hands began to tremble.

The chains also made a crisp clanging sound.

This commotion naturally caught Jiang Nianxi's attention.

She raised her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Medicine... I need to take my medicine..."

"You're not sick, you don't need to take medicine."

"I... am in pain... please."

Yang An felt his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.

In bursts, then bursts.

Drumming in my ear.

His vocal cords were trembling, and his teeth were chattering.

He was trembling.

My soul felt as if it were being torn apart.

"medicine……"

There are so many people.

Looking at myself, naked.

Jiang Nianxi.

Don't leave me here alone.

An immense panic gripped my heart.

Don't look.

roll.

Get out of here!

Get out of here!!

He shook his head frantically and began kicking his legs forcefully.

Unfortunately, being tightly bound made even venting a luxury.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi stood up silently.

She looked at the seemingly insane young man before her, narrowed her eyes, and remained motionless for a long time.

"You're not sick."

She said.

"Those psychiatrists are all frauds. They just do a few questionnaires and then claim you're sick, all to scam money from you."

"No, no, Nianxi, Jiang Nianxi, don't leave me alone..."

"You became like this because you took those so-called psychiatric drugs. It's all the fault of those swindlers."

"No... I won't take my medicine..."

"But it's okay, we won't eat anymore, okay? I'll stay with you."

Jiang Nianxi suddenly laughed, but in the current atmosphere and environment, it seemed somewhat strange.

"I'm here, I'll always be with you."

"Forever and ever."

"They're all liars, thieves, they're the ones who're sick. I'll cure you."

"..."

"what!"

Cold water was suddenly splashed onto Yang An's bare body, the biting cold stimulating his skin.

This physical pain momentarily overshadowed the mental anguish.

It has reached a certain critical point.

He tilted his head back, staring blankly at the light bulb above him, his mouth still agape.

This bucket of cold water seemed to pull him back from the chaos and dissociation.

It seems to be resembling a person now.

The coldness on my body didn't last long.

What follows is a very enveloping warmth.

Jiang Nianxi took off her clothes and hugged him tightly.

"It's okay, I'm here. I'll always be with you."

She gently patted Yang An's back and whispered softly.

To coax that little person hidden inside an adult's body.

The warmth of motherhood, a unique tenderness.

The cold was dispelled.

Skin pressed tightly against skin.

Heat flows between their bodies until they reach equilibrium.

"Hugs...hugs...my sweet baby..."

Jiang Nianxi hummed an unknown nursery rhyme softly.

"Sleep...sleep..."

"...My little darling is coming home..."

"..."

……

"Jiang Nianxi! What's wrong with you? The homeroom teacher is calling me!"

Qin Heyue slammed her hand on the table, the loud noise startling the little girl into standing still.

The little girl hugged her rag doll tightly, lowered her head, and tried her best to suppress her breathing.

It seems that this way, one can reduce their presence.

No one will notice.

"...Fighting and then insulting others, well done, Jiang Nianxi, you've really made something of yourself."

Looking at the messages on her phone, Qin Heyue's chest heaved violently.

"I worked so hard outside, raising you with all my might, and you just cause me trouble at school!"

"I've told you so many times, we're poor, and your father passed away early... We can't afford to pay for it, don't cause trouble, why won't you listen to your mother!"

She picked up the clothes rack and walked towards the little girl.

The little girl bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling up in her bright eyes.