Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"..."

To be honest, it really takes time to actively approach them.

A sliver of struggle remained in Yang An's heart.

It was limited to just a tiny bit.

This distorted parasitic and master-servant relationship has long been instilled into people's souls through day-to-day brainwashing.

People will not excuse those who abuse them.

Unless the mind is also subjected to violence.

Thus, it became something that could be manipulated at will.

If an infant is abandoned in the jungle, it will be raised by wild animals.

Over time, when the baby grows into an adult, he will only retain the habits of a wild animal.

If they cannot understand human language, it will naturally be difficult for them to communicate with humans.

Because even their spirits have been assimilated by beasts.

In a sense.

Wolf children, or tiger children.

It's actually just wolves and tigers.

They wear human appearances, but their spirits have become similar.

"Waaah... um."

After the kiss, Jiang Nianxi's wailing and eager expression finally subsided.

Even without Yang An making any further movements, she began to suck on it herself.

One bite after another.

There are also fried dough sticks.

Jiang Nianxi refused to eat on her own and only accepted being fed by hand.

No way.

In this situation, we have no choice but to chew the food and feed it to the baby.

Just like when he was imprisoned last year, Jiang Nianxi personally fed him.

Past events always reappear in unexpected ways.

The world is like a giant cycle.

I used to passively accept it.

Now, however, they have become the ones taking the initiative.

"Ugh, ugh..."

After half an hour of dawdling, the difficult and agonizing feeding finally came to an end.

Jiang Nianxi pursed her lips, still wanting more, and looked at him pitifully.

Actually, at this point, Yang An was already feeling a bit like brushing his teeth.

Unfortunately, with this woman watching over him, it's highly unlikely he'll be allowed to.

I quietly suppressed the slight nausea that was rising within me and pretended nothing had happened.

The woman was still making meaningless moans.

He looked like he was begging for mercy.

"Waaah...good boy..."

She called softly.

Yang An was staring blankly out the window when he instinctively uttered, "Hmm."

"Hold me."

The little woman stretched her small hands out from under the covers and opened them towards Yang An.

"...You haven't recovered yet, you can't move around too much."

"No, I want to be held obediently."

"I……"

At that moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.

A nurse pushed a small metal cart in.

The cart was covered with countless plates and some medicines.

"Um...excuse me."

The nurse waved her hand, and Yang An tactfully moved aside.

This also resolved the issue of him asking for a hug.

The other person skillfully pushed the metal frame to the side of the bed and moved the needle back and forth between several bottles.

Finally, insert it and hang it on top of the iron frame.

"Tap, tap."

I shook the needle a few times and pushed the regulator a little further.

A few drops of medicine gushed out and landed on the floor.

"Come on, put your right hand out," the nurse instructed, bowing her head as she pulled off the sterile dressing.

Yang An instinctively reached out his hand.

"..."

"..."

The nurse and Jiang Nianxi both turned their gazes toward them simultaneously.

Both of them showed surprise and confusion at the same time.

"Uh...hehe."

Yang An smiled awkwardly and silently withdrew his hand.

no way.

Since leaving the basement, being overly sensitive has become the norm.

Sometimes, even just hearing a single character of one's own name, such as Yang Moumou, can be incredibly painful.

The moment someone utters the name "Yang," Yang An feels a jolt, thinking they are calling his name.

Even before Yang finished speaking.

The same applies to speaking.

The topics being discussed may not be very relevant to them.

But when I hear instructions or discussions, my sensitive nerves always tend to immerse myself in them.

"You guys continue, you guys continue... I was just thinking of getting my phone, haha..."

The nurse continued to give Jiang Nianxi the injection.

Iodine solution is applied, and the sharp needle is slowly inserted into the skin and pierced into the blood vessel.

Jiang Nianxi was originally expressionless.

But as soon as she saw Yang An sitting not far away, she immediately put on a charming and pitiful look.

He shrank back just right.

It seems like she's really afraid of pain.

If Yang An hadn't spent a long time with him and known what kind of person he was, it would have been different.

They might actually be fooled by this appearance.

"Okay, don't let the medicine finish. When there's about a quarter left, go to the front desk and call us."

Before leaving, the nurse pushed the cart, turned around and gave an instruction, but did not close the door.

Yang An responded, then got up, closed the door, and sat back down.

That's how it is with caregivers—boring and long.

Ordinary people can pass the time and expend energy by playing on their mobile phones.

But unfortunately.

So far, the only smart device Yang An can actually touch is probably the self-service printing machine outside the hospital.

What can you do on a mobile phone for the elderly?

Even pushing the boxes is difficult.

He didn't expect too much, after all, he never wanted to go back to that dark and claustrophobic basement.

The IV drip solution was changed very frequently.

It's possible that the nurse adjusted the regulator, resulting in higher pressure.

In Yang An's memory, getting an IV drip usually takes at least an hour and a half.

Some even take about two hours.

However, here, a bottle is finished in about an hour.

During the bottle change, Yang An's slow reaction caused blood to be drawn back up, resulting in blood foam floating on the surface.

It wasn't until Jiang Nianxi innocently tugged at his hand and met his pitiful eyes that the conversation ended.

That startled him, and he quickly went to the front desk to find a nurse.

After receiving the injection, Jiang Nianxi felt a little sleepy.

A doctor came to see me once, but never came back.

Lunch, afternoon meal.

Having been kept in captivity for so long, Yang An had almost forgotten how to cook.

Or rather, the already mediocre skills were made even worse.

So I simply paid for takeout from a restaurant outside.

Some people from hospital cafeterias also came over to promote their products.

Yang An seemed somewhat inept at handling this situation.

Fortunately, Jiang Nianxi politely declined on his behalf.

"Little dork, when will you learn to say no?"

She snuggled back into bed, her gaze gentle.

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze darted away.

but……

Reject this option.

Didn't I already make her remove it herself?

Own……

Do you still have the courage to say no to anything?

It's an unknown.

A day passes in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Nianxi's pregnancy gradually stabilized.

The impact of last night's collision was significant.

Jiang Nianxi's stomach had been rumbling for quite a while that morning, and the little one inside her was more restless than usual.

It only subsided gradually at night.

A wave of exhaustion washed over Jiang Nianxi, causing her to yawn uncontrollably.

I'm so sleepy.

At the end of the day, all I did was get injections, have my stomach rubbed, and lie quietly in bed.

I suddenly felt very tired for no reason.

fortunately……

Yang An stayed by the bedside the entire time.

It gave her a sense of calm.

In comparison, the fetal movements in the womb are not so important.