Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

there has never been.

"Gu...Shuiyao?"

Jiang Nianxi tried hard to search for this name in her memories.

But the focus has been on young people for a long time.

Where would I find the energy to remember these insignificant little people?

"What did you talk about?"

She continued to question him.

However, it would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because once he did, Yang An couldn't help but smile.

It's not sarcasm.

It's simply a matter of helplessness.

"What did we talk about? Didn't you have a listening device and hear everything clearly?"

Asking these questions is pointless.

I wanted to test his loyalty.

Jiang Nianxi has always been this kind of person.

Insecure.

I feel extremely insecure.

Even if I reply to a class message a little late, I'll be bombarded with messages.

I often find myself checking my phone without realizing it, and it's already showing 99+ (presumably referring to a specific number of devices).

And making phone calls.

Sometimes when she went to the toilet, she wouldn't come back for more than ten minutes, so Jiang Nianxi would leave the child in the house and ride her bicycle to find her.

A sense of security, a sense of security.

It seems that no matter what she does or what she carries on her person, she cannot fill the deep-seated sense of security within her.

This is a bottomless pit.

Always give without limits, give without privacy.

Always be honest with each other.

Even after doing all that, I still don't feel safe.

Having experienced so much, Yang An doesn't feel annoyed, but rather numb and tired.

This is not a healthy relationship to begin with.

This is a contract forcibly signed between the master and the slave.

He certainly believed that as long as one could live and live comfortably, that was already a great blessing.

As for freedom and the autonomy to plan for the future, they clearly have no say in the face of life.

Since Jiang Nianxi is going to make such a fuss, what else can we do?

She's making a scene.

He should just comply.

We had a brief chat about the past, nothing ambiguous, and then I left.

"Then why did you talk to her?"

"I……"

Yang An originally wanted to say, "Can't I even exchange simple pleasantries with anyone?"

The words stuck in his throat.

In a sense, I really don't have any rights.

"I...I won't do it again next time."

He sighed, picked up the now-cold baby bottle again, and stood up.

He tried to squeeze past the woman by turning sideways.

Jiang Nianxi blocked the small space, preventing him from leaving.

"...I'll go make the baby fresh formula; it's too cold to drink now."

"..."

The standoff lasted for several minutes.

You look at me, I look at you.

In the woman's eyes, Yang An saw grievance, resentment, and even a hint of tears.

But in Yang An's eyes, the woman only saw deep exhaustion and compromise.

At this moment, any explanation seems irrelevant and meaningless.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi finally snorted coldly and stepped aside to make way.

After refilling two bottles of formula and letting them cool slightly, Yang An picked up Huai Jin and began feeding her.

The little guy drank quietly and slowly.

When I picked up Huaiyu, she seemed much more boisterous in comparison.

While drinking her milk, she grinned and tried to grab Yang An's sleeve.

He takes a few sips and then stops, then takes a few more sips and stops again.

Jiang Nianxi leaned against the door frame at some point, quietly watching everything.

The scene was very warm and inviting.

But she always felt a tightness in her chest.

flustered.

An inexplicable sense of unease.

Or.

The young man's unprincipled compromise left her feeling confused and uneasy.

not like this.

What Mingming truly wanted was a living, breathing person.

Absolute loyalty, absolute love.