Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

They were holding each other very tightly.

It was so tight it felt like it would cut the person in half.

It's like forcing two people to merge into one.

"Um... um... let go for now... give me some space..."

Yang An pressed down on the other person's arms with both hands, but he couldn't pry them apart no matter what he did.

He felt as if the air in his lungs was being squeezed out.

His voice cracked as he spoke.

This is a true feeling of suffocation.

It's kind of dead.

"I love it so much, I love it so much, I love it so much!"

In contrast, Jiang Nianxi was like a cat seeing catnip, sniffing vigorously at Yang An's open chest.

After inhaling from this side, inhale from that side.

It was as if there was some scent about the other person that she found incredibly intoxicating.

It can even be addictive.

I love it so much I can't help it, I love it so much my whole body is trembling with joy.

No matter how much time passed, this physical attraction never disappeared.

"Yang An, you smell so good... mmm..."

"Um... first... relax..."

Perhaps we should check if the person is somewhat dead.

Yang An's eyes rolled back.

If it were possible, he really wanted to give the woman a couple of hard knocks on the head.

"First...send...the thin one..."

There's no other way.

He could only gently pat the other person's back to show temporary weakness.

They stopped trying to pry it open and stopped mocking it.

If they don't show weakness, they'll be dragged to another world and killed.

"...mua!"

Satisfied, Jiang Nianxi tiptoed and gave Yang An a beautiful kiss on the left cheek before reluctantly letting go.

"Cough, cough..."

As soon as he let go, Yang An bent over and coughed violently.

It took me a while to recover from the dizziness.

However, Jiang Nianxi, who was already somewhat intoxicated, was unlikely to let him off so easily.

"bump!"

A crisp collision was heard.

The glass door was slammed shut.

As soon as Yang An straightened up, a pair of delicate hands began to eagerly tug at his bathrobe.

The bathroom still held the lingering heat from the shower.

The ground was slippery and covered in water stains.

She tried to struggle, but was pushed to the corner of the wall the next second.

In the end, all he could do was curl up into a ball, trembling as he watched Jiang Nianxi approach.

"Calm down, okay? I'm a little hungry, let me have breakfast first..."

"No, I want it now."

"Don't do this... Ah! Don't tear my robe..."

"Hehe, you can't escape now..."

"..."

The semi-transparent glass door allowed glimpses of two figures.

Countless condensed water droplets are attached to it and slowly slide down.

Meanwhile, in the guest rooms on the other side.

Two little babies were crying and fussing, flailing their arms and legs in the air, but no one paid them any attention.

……

Two hours later.

The glass door, which had been tightly closed for a long time, was finally slowly opened by the person inside.

Jiang Nianxi's original clothes had disappeared, and she was now wearing a bathrobe.

With a rosy complexion, she tied her bathrobe, humming a little tune, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"I'll reheat the breakfast. You go and make some milk powder for Huaiyu and Huaijin."

More than ten minutes after she left, a withered, yellow hand weakly gripped the door frame.

Next, there was an extremely haggard face.

Yang An had thoughts of suicide.

He doesn't understand.

Jiang Nianxi in my memory, that naive yet stubborn girl.

It shouldn't be like this now.

Before last night, Jiang Nianxi also seemed like a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Gentle, patient, considerate, sensible, and affectionate.

Why?

It will turn out like this...

He gritted his teeth and took a while to calm down before walking to the sofa.

As soon as his butt touched the sofa, he collapsed instantly.

A few minutes later.

The culprit was leisurely walking out of the kitchen, carrying two plates.

Seeing Yang An's dazed look, she chuckled and said, "It's not like I took your soul out, why are you like this..."

She placed the plate on the table in front of the sofa.

The breakfast was quite substantial.

In addition to the usual ones, four extra steamed buns were added, round and plump, still steaming hot from the steamer.

The aroma is irresistible, and it looks incredibly appetizing.

Is this considered... a reward?

Yang An picked up a steamed bun and tentatively took a bite.

It looks like it's filled with pork.

It was indeed delicious.

But something still feels off.

Jiang Nianxi was also holding a steamed bun, eating it in small bites, and glancing up at him every now and then.

Then he let out a strange low laugh.

This breakfast, which had a somewhat eerie atmosphere, was hastily concluded in about ten minutes.

Jiang Nianxi went to clean up the mess, while Yang An, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, just wanted to go back to his bedroom to rest and recuperate.

"Did you forget to make formula for the babies?"

After finishing the cleaning process, the woman pushed open the kitchen door and glanced in the direction of the guest room.

Upon hearing this, Yang An was stunned for a moment, then slapped his head.

"broken!"

As soon as he left the bathroom, he collapsed onto the sofa, his mind still in a daze, lingering with the afterglow of the incident.

He had no idea what Jiang Nianxi had said when she went into the kitchen.

Just as he was about to turn around and grab the baby bottle under the TV, Jiang Nianxi stopped him.

"...Fool, you've really been tired lately. Go get some sleep. I'll take care of the baby."

She gave me a helpless look.

Then she took the baby bottle and went to look for the formula bags in the cabinet.

No.

How did I end up looking like the beneficiary?

Yang An's hand hovered in mid-air, and he opened his mouth.

……

The second day, the third day.

The three days combined were a nightmare for Yang An.

The woman seemed determined to make up for all the void left since the car accident in these few days.

An endless cycle of taking, taking, and taking again.

From the very first night, Pandora's box was forced open.

Now, whenever Yang An sees Jiang Nianxi smiling at him, his hair stands on end and he shivers a little.

"Hey, why are you closing the door?"

Seeing him frantically trying to close the door, the woman who had just walked over stepped forward and pressed the door shut, her face showing displeasure.

She doesn't understand.

Why has Yang An acted as if he's seen a monstrous flood whenever he sees her these past few days?

"Let go."

Yang An tried to close the door again.

When faced with the questioning gaze directed at him, he chose to look away.

Why are you avoiding me?

"I... I wasn't avoiding you."

"You didn't avoid me? Then why did you close the door?"

"I'm afraid of the heat..." Yang An choked for a moment, still trying to argue.

"If you're afraid of the heat, shouldn't you open the door to ventilate the room?"

Jiang Nianxi squeezed half her body over with interest, wanting to get closer to the other person.

Yang An was about to push the door open, but as soon as he put his hand inside, the door was forcibly pulled open.

Having lost its target point of leverage, the palm continues forward due to inertia.

As luck would have it, it matched the woman's forward-leaning body.

"...Hmm?"

Absolutely terrible feel...

Their gazes met in mid-air, then simultaneously shifted downwards.

The atmosphere around them gradually became awkward.

"You wanted it? You should have said so earlier."

Yang Anzhen had no intention of doing it this way.