Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

His tone was so relaxed, as if what happened last night was just a dream.

She was merely an insignificant bystander.

Ok……

Yang An felt even more dizzy now.

I'm so angry.

"woke up."

He said irritably, then turned and walked away.

Did you mop the floor?

The slippers feel slippery when you step on them.

Yang An rubbed his eyes, feeling that the floor looked a little different today.

"Good boy/girl."

He continued walking forward with his head down.

"Goodness!"

"Um?"

This shout was louder than the previous one.

When the news reached Yang An's ears, he paused for a moment, then stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Nianxi put down her small teacup, pointed in another direction, and said with a hint of helplessness, "You want to wash your face? It's over there, you've gone to the wrong place."

"..."

At this moment, Yang An's pupils refocused, and he realized that he had unknowingly walked to the kitchen door.

An awkward silence filled the living room.

Then neither of them said anything more.

Yang An turned and walked towards the correct restroom, never daring to look the other person in the eye.

Jiang Nianxi, on the other hand, showed no embarrassment whatsoever after sleeping with him.

She walked him into the restroom with an open and honest expression.

He even laughed a few times in a cryptic way.

I don't know why.

I feel that Yang An in this state is much more interesting than the zombie he was before.

It can be embarrassing, it can make you angry, it can make you push people away, and it can make you feel wronged and upset.

Like a kitten.

So...do you regret it?

She stared at the tightly closed glass bathroom door, lost in thought.

Ultimately, only one conclusion could be reached.

No regrets.

There's no use regretting what you've done in the past.

The only thing I might regret... is probably breaking Yang An's leg.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nianxi lowered her eyes.

Each stage has its own set of tasks.

Perhaps... she was guilty in the past.

Then I'll spend the rest of my life atoneing for my sins.

Her life, Jiang Nianxi's life.

It should be worth quite a bit?

She chuckled softly.

I don't know if I'm laughing at my own naivety or at the past.

Or none of that matters.

Optimistic about the present, optimistic about the future.

We've been stuck in the past for too long... so long that we can't even see our own direction anymore.

Even a wounded heart will eventually tire of beating.

No?

For Yang An, she may have been a calamity, the source of his suffering.

He should have had a bright life and a positive mindset, always facing the sun and striding forward.

They won't become extremely wealthy or have a very fulfilling life.

But at least I wouldn't be experiencing such intense pain at my current age of just over twenty.

And these pains were personally inflicted by Jiang Nianxi.

but……

Haha.

What are you thinking about?

What right do you have to make excuses for the mistakes you made with your own hands?

The midday sun was shining brightly outside, casting a shadow on Jiang Nianxi's profile.

She gradually stopped smiling, lowered her head, and remained silent for a long time.

……

Yang An was going to quickly wash up.

But when he looked in the mirror and saw all sorts of ambiguous signs on his body, he was speechless.

no way.

It seems like taking a shower would be better...

When the showerhead is turned on, the water temperature is initially cold, then gradually becomes hot.

I touched it with my hand, and it was a little hot.

He carefully adjusted the regulator and finally set the water temperature to the right level.

I rinsed it for a while, but some stains still wouldn't come off.

Shower gel didn't work, so I had to resort to soap.

Aside from some unavoidable red marks, my body is finally much cleaner.

"call……"

Yang An tied his bathrobe and rubbed his hair with a towel. As soon as he opened the glass door, steaming hot air rushed out.

I turned off the bathroom light, and as soon as I turned my head, I bumped into something soft.

"Um!"

The person in front of him snorted.

Before the person who was hit could say anything, Yang An, who had hit him, was so frightened by the noise that he took several steps back.

Once things calmed down, they realized it was Jiang Nianxi standing at the door.

"Are you crazy?"

His face darkened, and he muttered a complaint under his breath.

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Nianxi simply rubbed it nonchalantly, her face full of resentment: "It hurts..."

Yang An subconsciously tugged at his bathrobe.

I have a feeling that the current situation isn't very favorable for me.

It felt more like being cornered in the bathroom by a female hooligan.

"I?"

Jiang Nianxi rubbed her hair while saying in a pitiful voice, "I was thinking, you were taking a shower... so I'll blow-dry your hair for you."

As she spoke, she even seriously tried to remove the towel from Yang An's head.

"What are you doing?"

Yang An dodged past him, looking at him like he was crazy.

"Why are you blow-drying my hair, you grown man?"

"Why can't a man help blow-dry your hair?"

"...A weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken is up to no good."

Yang An didn't want to argue with this woman any further.

He's been holding a grudge about what happened last night.

Although we're an old married couple with two grown children.

But he always felt like he had been raped.

When I woke up, the woman was still grinning.

Seriously... their skin is thicker than a city wall.

He could no longer look directly at that face that contradicted his actions.

It's so beautiful.

Yet he always does scoundrel-like things.

Is this some kind of contrast?

Yang An tried to squeeze out by turning to the side, but the woman reacted faster and blocked him in an instant.

He froze for a moment.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

He then tried to slip out from the other side.

Jiang Nianxi moved her body again to block the way.

After several trips back and forth, Yang An was truly at a loss.

"Jiang Nianxi, you got what you wanted last night, and I didn't even get up to yell at you. What more do you want?"

He simply pressed one hand against the sink, somewhat helplessly.

The towel covering her head was also thrown into the middle of the sink.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, but just smiled and didn't say anything.

But Yang An could keenly sense that the other person's gaze seemed to be slowly shifting downwards...

"What are you looking at?"

He frowned.

Jiang Nianxi remained silent, but had already looked him up and down several times.

nerve.

He was wrapped up very tightly.

What can you see?

Yang An cursed inwardly.

After a good night's sleep, it felt like some kind of restriction had been lifted.

This situation feels somewhat similar to being blocked at the door in high school.

Back then, he wanted to go out, just like Jiang Nianxi does now.

Whichever way he went, Jiang Nianxi would run to that door.

Yang An remembers it very clearly.

The girl's face was flushed from running, but she still stubbornly raised her head.

His figure gradually overlapped with the woman in front of him.

He suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, as if reality had distorted his mind.

Is it really the same person?

Or perhaps, the current Jiang Nianxi has actually been replaced by an unspeakable imposter.

"Hehe... My little darling isn't very handsome, but he's so cute."

After a long stalemate, Jiang Nianxi licked her red lips and suddenly uttered these words.

After saying that, she stepped forward and, taking advantage of Yang An's inattention, suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist.