Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

If you can carefully analyze the rhetoric used, you can naturally find some very subtle flaws.

It is a pity.

Yang An no longer had the energy to think about these things.

He didn't want to think about random things anymore.

Because just as Jiang Nianxi casually mentioned it, he felt as if his mind was becoming a little hazy again.

Uncontrollable daydreaming.

Ok.

I want to sleep...

"Those medicines weren't very effective to begin with."

Jiang Nianxi's gaze fell on the windowsill, her pupils slightly narrowed, turning a pale amber color.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the side profile looked as if it were veiled in a golden gauze.

Holy and pure white.

Inviolable.

It seems that even just glancing at it from afar is a kind of blasphemy.

It seems that the youthful Jiang Nianxi has returned.

Yang An's eyes were unfocused, and he felt that the person in front of him was appearing as a double image.

Half of them were that aloof school beauty in her school uniform.

Half of her is a gentle and reserved, beautiful wife.

Layer upon layer, they eventually merged into one person.

He was stunned.

It was as if they were drifting in a void, an empty space.

There was nothing around.

He could see the teapot on the table, the decorations on the wall, and even the strands of the woman's black hair that she had tied up.

but.

All of this seems to have lost its meaning.

It has no meaning in our understanding.

To him, objects are just objects.

Jiang Nianxi is just Jiang Nianxi.

As a human of the opposite sex, I sat there, looking out the window.

He himself was locked in a sealed glass room.

Everything around seemed to be seen through a veil.

A layer of glass that is impenetrable yet deformable.

You can touch it, see it, smell it, and sense it.

Just ...

Pointless.

I have no connection with any of these things anymore.

I am independent of all of these.

It's as if the soul has been detached, transcending matter, like a bystander, watching everything meaninglessly.

Is it confusion?

"..."

"Snapped!"

Yang An closed his eyes, but only felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

It felt like a stone was pressing down on my chest, firmly suppressing my heartbeat.

He didn't care about anything else and raised his hand to slap himself hard across the face.

The loud noise startled Jiang Nianxi on the other side.

"What are you doing?"

The woman grabbed the other person's wrist, which was about to be raised further, in a panic.

"..."

Yang An opened his mouth and slowly raised his head.

He stared at the stunningly beautiful face less than a foot away, a flicker of confusion crossing his numb gaze.

"I...I don't know..."

"Let me see if it's swollen."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Nianxi had already turned his face to the side and leaned closer to examine him closely.

That slap was really hard.

Fortunately, it was only a little red.

There are no signs of swelling.

There is likely some subcutaneous bleeding.

This finally allowed Jiang Nianxi to breathe a sigh of relief, and she released her grip as well.

Yang An, now free, made no further moves and remained sitting in the same spot as before.

He couldn't tell if he was spacing out or simply didn't want to move.

My brain felt like it had been temporarily formatted.

The cognition that was working just a second ago suddenly becomes invalid.

Rather than describing it as sluggish.

Rather...

Is it some kind of dissociation from reality?

"Jiang Nianxi...I want to sleep."

After a moment of hesitation, Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stared straight ahead.

Even though there was no one in front of us.

"...Okay, if you want to sleep, I'll stay with you."

Although she didn't know what had happened, Jiang Nianxi had no reason to refuse since the request had been made.

……

We entered the bedroom.

As he had done countless times before, Yang An skillfully but stiffly removed his clothes.

My memory of it is very vague.

These movements seem to be ingrained in their muscles; they don't need to think, they just know which piece to take off first and which to take off next.

When he came to his senses, the clothes had already been neatly folded and placed on the bedside table.

"Is...this also one of my habits?"

He turned and looked at Jiang Nianxi at the door.

Jiang Nianxi tilted her head, looking completely innocent.

The answer is obvious.

After all, a person's amnesia cannot change muscle memory.

Even if a weightlifter loses his memory, it won't affect his chances of winning the championship.

Sometimes.

Amnesia often means forgetting the memories you least want to face.

What we forget is the process.

But the final result is etched in every single cell.

Aside from death, it can be completely ended.

Yang An looked down at his hands, feeling confused, doubtful, and a little afraid.

He knew he had been through a lot.

I knew two years had passed, and I was no longer in high school.

But all of this is still strange.

Everywhere is familiar, yet everywhere is unfamiliar.

He is still himself.

It did not change with amnesia.

If possible...

That temporarily lost memory, perhaps never to return, is a kind of benevolent protection.

Lying in bed, he was about to turn over and turn off the light when Jiang Nianxi slowly sat down in front of him and turned on the switch for him.

"Smack."

The bedroom light went out.

The curtains were drawn early on, plunging the room into a somber darkness.

I don't know why.

Yang An always felt a strange sense of tension.

A rustling sound came from beside me.

Someone is lifting the blankets.

Then, a warm body pressed against his arm through the fabric.

His body tensed instantly.

I almost sat up instinctively.

If reason hadn't prevailed over instinct, I would have almost made a fool of myself.

This is the situation.

It was a heartwarming scene: the wife nestled against her husband, falling asleep in each other's arms.

Why is it that just touching someone through thin clothing makes me feel involuntarily resistant?

Why?

Weren't we truly in love?

no……

Have you been living together for two years?

and so.

Why?

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt goosebumps rise all over his body as he pondered this question.

It turns out that this former deskmate had deceived me.

Or perhaps, the body is deceiving itself.

Or rather...

Is there a third explanation?

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Nianxi turned and wrapped her arm around his waist, whispering in his ear.

With just this one movement, Yang An's body stiffened almost instinctively.

the strange thing is.

Even though there are no stressful thoughts in my mind, my body's little movements always seem to be out of control.

It's like a mouse seeing a cat.

He instinctively froze, afraid to move.

"It's nothing... I'm just... a little nervous..."

Yang An shook his head, but quietly moved a little further away, slightly breaking free from Jiang Nianxi's embrace.

Women are naturally perceptive to such subtle movements.

However, he only gave a soft "oh" on the surface, but his hands were secretly increasing their force.

Yang An clearly felt a tightness around his waist.

They were holding me very tightly, it was so constricting and uncomfortable.

"..."

He pressed his hand against those delicate little hands, trying to break free.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pry open even a single finger.

Yang An was a little unwilling to admit defeat and was just getting into a good mood when a wave of heat suddenly brushed past his ear.