Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"..."

"Yang An?"

The call continues.

It is obvious that Yang An cannot give women a realistic response.

Whether in words or actions.

Jiang Nianxi's initial enthusiasm was now dampened, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.

"..."

Is this considered... being subjected to emotional abuse by Yang An?

Maybe not.

She thought that she might have been too hasty today, causing the other person to react negatively.

But what's wrong with getting close?

Seeing that the young man kept his back to her, Jiang Nianxi's red lips trembled slightly. After hesitating for a long time, she finally turned around, pulled the blanket up again, and lay down.

Her voice was muffled, with a slight nasal tone.

"Never mind, let's go to sleep."

After saying that, Jiang Nianxi pulled the edge of the blanket to cover half of her face completely.

In the pitch-black darkness, they breathed very softly.

She thought about many things and recalled many memories.

Preschool, primary school, middle school, university.

He didn't say a word.

The quiet atmosphere and the gradually cooling temperature behind him finally gave Yang An, who was in a daze, a little space to recover.

It was late at night. The two people stood back to back, not far apart, but with a gap between them.

The invisible air physically separates two completely different hearts.

……

Early in the morning, Jiang Nianxi stretched and yawned.

"Well……"

A deep, muffled murmur lingered around the curvaceous beauty.

"Honestly, I feel uncomfortable sleeping without holding you."

She got up and drew back the curtains. The blinding light from outside instantly streamed through the glass, filling the originally dim bedroom and dispelling the darkness.

"hiss……"

With the sun shining directly in, she couldn't help but cover her beautiful eyes, peeking at the outside world through her fingers.

It took a while for the pupils to adjust to the change from dark to light.

I can see things clearly now.

On the other side of the bed, partially covered by the blanket, Yang An was curled up in a ball, his body rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

this way...

Jiang Nianxi chuckled softly as she watched.

So cute!

How long has it been since I've gazed so intently at the other person's peaceful sleeping face?

She thought and thought, thought and thought.

It seems I can never get an answer.

Memory is a tangled ball of yarn, impossible to untangle or cut.

Right there, trying to find fragments of the past was incredibly difficult.

Beyond the pain, it is unforgettable.

Because...beautiful things fade away once they're over.

And once pain occurs, will it be forced to be brought up at countless moments?

She looked at that slightly uneasy sleeping face, tilted her head slightly, and curled her lips into a slight smile.

Maybe.

However, the most urgent task should be to make breakfast first.

If we can't even hold onto the good things in the present, what right do we have to reminisce?

Jiang Nianxi tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Soon after, Yang An slowly woke up.

My first impression was that my body felt incredibly heavy.

It was so heavy I could hardly breathe.

He instinctively rubbed his eyes and struggled to sit up.

When his blurred vision cleared, he thought it was the woman on top of him, but there was nothing there.

He was dressed in pajamas and covered only by a thin blanket; he was completely naked.

"I……"

Yang An frowned, looked down, and saw that the buttons on his pajamas were intact.

He looked at the windowsill and squinted.

The outside light was too bright.

What a strange feeling...

He touched his chest; his heart was beating clearly and strongly.

Waking up first thing in the morning should be the most comfortable feeling, right...?

Why?

How strange...

It's like having a big stone weighing on your heart, suppressing joy and pleasure.

The Walking Dead.

But my heart is still beating really hard.

This feeling of oppression made Yang An unable to control himself and he pounded his heart several times.

The pain is still there.

The sense of oppression remains.

The wandering spirit seemed to be forcibly pulled back to this twisted body by these few blows.