Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"That dog, my mom named it Daidai, isn't it silly, haha."

"I'm very small, and Daidai really enjoys playing with me... Its fur is very smooth and shiny."

"No dog in the village is more beautiful than it; it's shiny and fierce."

Jiang Nianxi seemed to have started talking on her own and couldn't stop.

Meanwhile, the soup in my hand was gradually getting cold.

Yang An, meanwhile, listened in a daze, only getting a few words out of context.

As for the specific content, it seems to be completely unknown at the moment.

"Unfortunately... in the end, I had to go to school, and my mother took me to the county town because you can't keep big dogs there."

Jiang Nianxi's tone was somewhat melancholy.

"Daidai got sold, sold to a dog butcher, and it served as my tuition fee on the side..."

What we have gained and then lost is far more memorable than what we never had.

It can be etched into the soul and last forever.

She slowly pressed her ear against Yang An's left ear and murmured in an extremely ambiguous tone.

"I will never lose you again..."

"hehe?"

She chuckled softly and lightly kissed the other person's cheek.

They have no worries about food or drink.

They don't even need to think about their descendants.

Isn't it good to spend this life immersed in gentleness?

This is the safe house she tailored for Yang An.

No one will take it away.

Similarly, no one will hurt either of them.

"..."

Yang An could no longer bear the hunger in his stomach.

He felt he was the most pathetic hunger striker ever.

The hunger strike lasted only a few minutes before they surrendered without any doubt.

I cannot bear the mental anguish, nor can I bear the physical pain.

Unable to vent their pain, submission seemed to be the only option for survival.

He opened his mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Nianxi's eyes lit up, and she happily scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm."

The soup tastes very delicious.

It's too fresh.

but……

Yang An's brows furrowed involuntarily.

The taste is... a bit... strange.

Something inexplicably strange.

Astringent...fresh...

If it's MSG, that would be too strange.

It directly stimulated his confused nerves and made him much more awake.

"You... what is this...?"

He looked down at the woman squatting in front of him and asked in confusion.

The woman tilted her head: "Soup."

"That's...strange..."

Yang An shook his head, but the strange smell seemed to be amplified by his subjective consciousness.

The more you try to spit it out, the more it lingers on your taste buds.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Nianxi saw him vomiting, and her face stiffened slightly.

"I made this myself..."

"..."

"You...you..."

Yang An finally realized that something was wrong.

He finally remembered what that strange smell was...

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Jiang Nianxi, who looked completely innocent, his teeth chattering.

"You, you!"

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Nianxi put down her bowl and spoon, pointed at herself, and looked completely innocent.

"You...go away, go away...I won't drink!"

Yang An began to struggle.

The clanging of the chains was extremely jarring in the basement.

Why?

"Go, go away!"

He shook his head frantically, refusing to open his mouth again.

Jiang Nianxi stared at it for a long time, as if she were looking at a pitiful frog.

She thought of the frog on the dissection table again.

The central nervous system was severed, the brain was removed, reflex experiments were conducted...

She chuckled.

The laughter was as clear and crisp as silver bells on the eaves.

It seems I can't keep pretending to be stupid.

Was discovered.

She simply stopped pretending, stood up, and looked down at Yang An with eyes full of excitement.

"Sweetie, you'll get hungry if you don't drink it, right? Besides, I went to all the trouble of making this soup, so I can't waste it."

"You're insane, you pervert... Get out, get out!"

Yang An shouted with all his might.

Overwhelmed by extreme nausea and fear, his body trembled violently.

He tried to knock over the bowl of soup that was getting closer and closer, but his hands and feet were firmly locked, and he couldn't do it at all.

He could only rage in vain.

"It seems you're unwilling to drink a part of me."

Jiang Nianxi's red lips parted slightly.

She watched all of this with great interest, and became even more engrossed.

He brought the bowl of soup to Yang An's lips.

Upon smelling that fresh aroma again, Yang An felt his stomach churn and instinctively wanted to vomit.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nianxi had sharp eyes and noticed it at a glance.

She immediately used her other hand to pinch the other person's face tightly, forcing the other person to tilt their head back.

Then, while smiling gently, she forced the bowl of soup into his mouth.

"Ah... glug... glug..."

Fortunately, it had been cooled down for a while, so the soup was warm.

It won't cause any problems if you just pour it down.

My body is relatively healthy, so I imagine my little one will thoroughly enjoy being fed like this.

"Gurgle... um... gurgle."

There wasn't much soup.

By the time Jiang Nianxi put the bowl down, there wasn't a drop of soup left.

It was all poured into Yang An's esophagus.

"Ugh!"

Yang An opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to spit it out.

But the woman precisely covered his mouth.

One second, two seconds.

A few minutes.

Yang An remained silent.

The nausea in my stomach gradually subsided.

All that was left for him was a blank mind.

And there's a strange taste in my mouth...

It's all...

What did you do?

He was stunned.

All that remained before my eyes was the scene of Jiang Nianxi covering her mouth and secretly laughing.

absurd.

In this lawless land.

How could this crazy woman do such a thing...?

"Come on, it's not like you haven't drunk it before, why are you making such a sad face?"

Jiang Nianxi finished laughing, put the bowl away, and then patiently wiped the soup that had leaked from Yang An's neck.

It was wiped with extreme care.

Compared to his previous rudeness, it was as if he were two completely different personalities.

No.

This was originally Jiang Nianxi's disguise.

She's just used to making pretense a daily routine.

How much longer will these dark and hopeless days last...?

Yang An felt all the muscles in his body twitching.

After lingering tenderly for a while, Jiang Nianxi prepared to lift the partition and leave, just as she had done countless times before.

"Wait, you, turn on the light..."

He could hear his teeth chattering.

I was detained here for two months.

He has been traumatized by being locked up.

Two months, a full two months.

Not a single ray of sunlight was seen.

His only companions were the cold, indifferent light bulbs, casting a dim light.

He wasn't afraid of the dark.

But now, he is very afraid.

I'm terrified.

He was afraid of being locked up here alone.

The room was pitch black and cramped.

I'm all alone.

No matter how much they cry for help, no matter how much they scream.

No one will come.

Except for Jiang Nianxi.

During the time Jiang Nianxi was there, she was the only living person.

Only then could Yang An barely feel a trace of warmth.

He fears isolation and loneliness.

He finally experienced firsthand what it was like to be abducted and trafficked.

They will never see the light of day.

Forever...forever...