Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"and……"

Jiang Nianxi raised her head slightly and chuckled softly.

"Aren't you afraid that after you get out, your wife will be targeted by someone else?"

"..."

What else could Yang An say?

With just a few words, he was left speechless.

Yang An sighed and slid his hand off the doorknob.

"...Who would care about you?"

Strange girl.

If you don't want to go out, then don't go out.

I don't know what's wrong with me lately, but my head always feels throbbing at night.

I'm also taking all sorts of random medications prescribed by the doctor.

The effect doesn't seem to be significant.

At night, certain images always uncontrollably flash back into my mind.

It's good to stay home with Jiang Nianxi...

At least, it feels a little better when your head is being held.

"That's more like it."

Jiang Nianxi was satisfied.

She patted his head and smiled gently and brightly.

Beneath the gossamer-thin nightgown lies a graceful figure.

It exudes a subtle, mature charm.

Yang An's cheeks flushed slightly as he turned his head away.

……

"Ah...and a history of mental illness."

The old doctor adjusted his round-framed glasses, his wrinkled hands typing incessantly on the keyboard.

The atmosphere in the consultation room was a bit oppressive.

Yang An sat upright and proper in the chair.

Beside him, Jiang Nianxi quietly took his arm.

I'm here for a follow-up check-up today.

The two remained silent.

I listened quietly to the old doctor's rambling.

After pondering for a while, the old doctor took off his glasses and placed them on the side of his desk.

He squinted, carefully examining the young man's facial expression.

Have you been taking your medicine properly lately?

Yang An nodded.

"...You said your head was throbbing and you felt a bit weak..."

However, the old doctor seemed quite puzzled.

He thought for a moment, then asked.

"How much of the medication the psychiatrist prescribed for you did you take?"

"If it's not necessary... I suggest you stop taking the medication first, wait until your condition improves, and then come back for a check-up in a month."

"That's about enough, now add more medicine."

"What?"

Yang An paused for a moment, a strange look on his face.

"What kind of psychotropic drug?"

"Didn't you eat?"

"What medicine? I don't know."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the old doctor looked up and met his gaze.

They looked at each other for a long time.

They both saw strange emotions in each other's eyes.

"You didn't know about the medicine I prescribed for you?"

"..."

Yang An then looked at Jiang Nianxi beside him.

To everyone's surprise, the woman simply held his hand tightly, her expression remaining calm.

"Those medicines were left at home; I forgot about them."

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was as light as a feather.

An eerie silence fell over the consultation room once again.

You look at me, I look at you.

Even with so many years of experience and countless cases, the veteran doctor was speechless.

He simply looked at the medical records on the computer and coughed twice.

"Mild schizophrenia...Severe..."

……

As they walked home after leaving the hospital, the eerie atmosphere lingered between them.

Jiang Nianxi was relaxed and carefree.

But Yang An couldn't hold back.

He had too many questions in his mind.

At the same time, a vague unease lingered in my mind.

He couldn't describe it.

But it's really uncomfortable.

It's like holding it in, unable to release it.

He was held down firmly by a strong and powerful hand.

As they walked, he finally couldn't resist grabbing Jiang Nianxi's arm.

The woman paused in her steps.

"Aren't you going to... say something to me?"