Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"I just..."

"Just what? Aren't we husband and wife?"

Jiang Nianxi touched his cheek, gradually sliding down until she finally lifted his chin.

He forced Yang An's gaze to be directed at him.

It seems that they want to assert sovereignty over the relationship in this way.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi has reached the legal age for marriage.

But Yang An hasn't yet.

Even so, without a marriage certificate, the couple's actual marital relationship remains unshakable.

In fact, they are husband and wife.

Kissing, hugging, and lifting each other up are common intimate gestures between couples.

It can enhance relationships and make families more harmonious.

The key issue is that Yang An has amnesia.

He only remembers things before high school.

After the college entrance examination, I couldn't even remember the general outline.

He also needs Jiang Nianxi to help him construct his memories.

Under such circumstances, he felt that there was no need to continue fulfilling any of the obligations or romantic gestures between husband and wife.

Even if it is necessary...

That will have to wait until after the memory is restored.

Yang An simply couldn't bring himself to harm his high school classmate in front of him.

"...Yang An, I know what you're thinking."

Looking at that angular face, Jiang Nianxi narrowed her long, narrow eyes, her expression softening slightly.

"You have amnesia, yes, you have amnesia."

She loosened the other person's chin and slowly straightened their loose collar.

She chuckled softly.

"But you are still Yang An."

"He is still my husband, Huaiyu and Huaijin's father."

"You... are still the same Yang An."

After tidying herself up, she raised her head again, her eyes sparkling.

"You're just sick, not that someone else has taken your place."

It contains far too many emotions.

But Yang An, on the verge of collapse, had no time to think too much.

He was forced to press himself against the wall, his heart pounding like a battling engine.

Thump, thump.

It jumps really fast.

It looked as if it was about to burst out of his chest and crash to the ground at any moment.

He gritted his teeth: "I know... I need time..."

He thought that by blaming everything on time, he could escape the immediate demands.

The sun still blazes outside the window, and a gentle breeze blows.

The tassels at the bottom of the curtains swayed gently, brushing against Yang An's trouser leg.

Jiang Nianxi stopped him, and he leaned against the wall.

No one spoke.

"..."

If possible.

Yang An really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

I should have known better than to impulsively flip through that booklet.

He cursed under his breath.

And Jiang Nianxi.

They just won't give it to me; I wasn't even ready yet, why are they turning on me like this?

This is nothing like my high school deskmate...

No.

It's become even more radical.

They're too lazy to even pretend.

It was quiet for a long time, so long that Yan'an's legs were starting to go numb from standing.

Jiang Nianxi parted her red lips slightly, but did not utter a single word.

She simply let go of his hand silently.

With his freedom restored, Yang An felt a weight lifted from his heart.

It seems we've managed to dodge it.

Before I could even feel relieved, the woman suddenly raised her left hand.

next second.

"Snapped!"

A burning sensation slowly rose on my cheeks, accompanied by a faint stinging pain.

Yang An turned his face to the side.

All of this happened too fast.

It was so fast that the person couldn't even react before being slapped across the face.

Yang An covered the side where he had been hit, meeting the woman's calm gaze in disbelief.

She...she hit me?

No.

Why?

His mind was filled with questions, and all his jumbled thoughts were instantly cleared away, causing his brain to shut down.

He was proposed to, rejected, questioned, and beaten.

After going through the whole process, Yang An was completely stumped.

"...Kiss me."

Repeated statements.

Jiang Nianxi raised her head slightly, her eyes as calm as the water in an ancient well, without a ripple.

This time, there was no coquetry.

It's just a simple command.

"Jiang Nianxi, you've gone mad."

Yang An's lips trembled, and the booklet in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Once he realized what was happening, he immediately reached out and pushed Jiang Nianxi away.

"Well!"

The woman's body went limp, as if she was deliberately caught off guard, and she fell down by the bedside.

Yang An ignored the black booklet and strode straight toward the bedroom door.

He had only one idea.

Get out of here right now.

This woman was perfectly fine a few days ago, why is she acting so strangely today?

My hand touched the cold metal doorknob.

"Um?"

Pressing down hard produces only a faint metallic scraping sound.

The door was locked at some point.

"?"

Yang An paused for a moment, then pressed the button again.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi turned to her side on the bed, her delicate hand supporting half of her face, her waterfall-like black hair cascading down, messy yet beautiful.

It possesses an inherent, unintentional, alluring charm.

She watched the young man who was still trying to open the door quietly, a hint of loneliness flashing in her eyes.

"Jiang Nianxi, open the door."

After struggling for a while and confirming that the door had been deliberately locked, Yang An became somewhat annoyed.

He turned to look at the woman on the bed.

However, Jiang Nianxi only responded to his gaze quietly.

Fingertips run through strands of hair, slowly swirling.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Nianxi slowly opened her mouth, but what she said was completely off-topic.

"I hit you, so take revenge on me."

She raised her chin.

Whether intentionally or not, the collar of the woman's pajamas seemed to have sagged a little.

The pajamas themselves are made of a delicate and smooth material.

As long as Yang An's gaze shifts away from that face and moves slightly downwards...

Then you'll see the first signs of spring.

In addition, Jiang Nianxi's appearance was already stunning and refined, and the small mole near her eye added an irresistible charm.

Any normal man would find it hard to remain unmoved in the face of such an almost blatant advance.

The slight upturn of her lips practically screamed "I'm seducing you!"

"..."

It is a pity.

Yang An has amnesia.

It wasn't a factory reset.

Subconscious anxieties were constantly troubling his mind.

The more I read, the stronger the unease in my heart became.

He turned his head away, his palms clenched so tightly they ached.

Trying to force yourself to remain calm by using pain.

This kind of physical and mental pain, which is like a conditioned reflex, is far more intense than the sensual visual impact.