Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Ignoring the fact that she had soaked the bedsheets, she pounced on Yang An's head.

This finally brought Yang An back to his senses.

"...Let's not sleep for a while, let's go see a doctor, okay?"

Jiang Nianxi said, her voice choked with emotion.

do not care.

Mental illness is also a possibility.

Physical illness or not.

Believe it or not.

As long as Yang An doesn't do this...

"……you."

Yang An felt dizzy and disoriented as he looked at the small figure in the corner.

It's hard to say whether it's pity or pain.

"You...you should go out first."

He gritted his teeth, ignoring his complicated feelings.

Jiang Nianxi choked for a moment: "You're kicking me out?"

"I want to be alone..."

"But, but I'm with you, I, I..."

She was somewhat incoherent.

But she didn't want to leave.

Even if she couldn't explain why she was staying here.

She had a premonition.

If we really listen to Yang An today and walk out through this door...

The two of them may never be able to go back to how they were before.

This premonition was so strong that it almost affected her usually calm judgment.

It was just a premonition that came out of nowhere.

As long as it involves separation.

It was excruciating.

"Jiang Nianxi, I don't want you to stay in this room any longer... This is what I really think."

Yang An took a deep breath; his head was throbbing with pain.

He could only urge the woman to leave while he was still lucid.

However, upon hearing this, Jiang Nianxi not only didn't go out, but instead shrank back even further.

Her eyes widened.

Jiang... Jiang Nianxi?

I've always called her Nianxi, and also Baobao.

It's been almost several months since I called her by her full name.

And what's with this tone?

"Get out," Yang An urged again, closing his eyes.

Jiang Nianxi shook her head: "No."

Her voice trembled without her even realizing it.

"go out."

"I don't want to, I'm not going out."

She shook her head like a rattle-drum.

Seeing the woman acting so rudely and shamelessly, Yang An had no choice but to say something dryly.

"Whatever... go wherever you want."

After saying that, he trembled slightly, then took off his wet pajamas and went to another, more distant corner to curl up.

Hug your knees with both hands and bury your head in your legs.

Quietly.

No one knows what he's thinking right now.

A person, curled up in bed.

A person, huddled in a corner.

The two people were separated by the greatest distance, yet neither of them took the initiative to speak.

Yang An didn't want to make a sound.

He just wanted to sort things out quietly.

Jiang Nianxi remained silent as well, seeing that he wasn't speaking.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

half an hour.

In the end, neither of them remembered how much time had passed.

Yang An maintained the same posture from beginning to end.

"..."

"Baby."

Jiang Nianxi bit her thin lips lightly and called out tentatively.

"..."

She was met with silence.

"Good boy?"

"..."

"Don't stay silent, don't scare me..."

"..."

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

She seemed to vaguely see the other person's body trembling.

correct.

Even after being doused with cold water, Yang An was still wet.

How could I be so careless? I even forgot this...

Thinking of this, Jiang Nianxi slowly stood up.

"I...I'll go get you a towel."

She walked very slowly.

She even played a little trick when opening the bedroom door.

They deliberately retracted the locking mechanism to lock it.

To prevent this from happening later, Yang An locked the door from the inside.

Then she really didn't even have the chance to understand.

They left slowly, but came back very quickly.

Holding the towel, Jiang Nianxi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Yang An still squatting in that little corner.

"Let me wipe it for you."

She walked towards Yang An.

When Yang An was just one step away from the spot, he suddenly looked up.

Jiang Nianxi was stunned.

He paused, then stood frozen in place.

Even in the dim light, she was able to meet Yang An's eyes perfectly.

What kind of look was that...?

Confusion, pain, conflict.

There seemed to be a little bit of fear.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and she almost dropped the towel in her hand.

They only exchanged a glance.

But Jiang Nianxi felt a strong sense of panic.

An indescribable sense of loss gripped my heart.

Finally, slowly reach out your hand.

The towel in my hand was freshly wrung out.

"..."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Yang An did not take the towel.

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"I..." Jiang Nianxi hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

But Yang An seemed to have no intention of getting a reply from her in the first place.

After asking the question, he lowered his head again a short while later.

"..."

and so.

What should I say?

Jiang Nianxi breathed softly, feeling as if something was tightly constricting her nerves.

She used to be bold and confident.

Now, however, he is panicked and at a loss because of one person's indifference.

Because she knew.

She lied.

She demanded that Yang An be honest.

But I am the biggest lie.

She fabricated a normal person's past in order to gain false love and to please others.

I've also thought that one day I'll be exposed.

A guilty conscience often arrives before the truth.

"I...I..."

She thought to herself, "It's so pathetic to stutter at such a crucial moment."

After much deliberation, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue approaching.

Until they are almost touching, then slowly squat down.

She wanted to look into the other person's eyes again.

But Yang An kept his head down, and his facial expression was not visible.

"..."

She reached out and, ignoring her wet skin, pulled Yang An into her arms.

They were holding each other very tightly.

Yang An did not show any obvious resistance, but his body trembled slightly at the moment their skin touched.

It was very faint, but Jiang Nianxi could feel it.

What is he shaking?

What are you afraid of?

me?

"..."

Jiang Nianxi hugged her even tighter.

Time slips away so quickly and silently.

But my pajama bottoms were still wet.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, they shone into the bedroom through the window.

The hugging posture remained unchanged.

Yang An was fine; he remained in a squatting and hugging position and didn't feel tired.

Moreover... there's a faint tendency for him to fall asleep again.

But Jiang Nianxi's posture was always the most tiring.

She remained silent and never let go.

She will not let go again.

If the price of letting go is that the two of them can never go back to the past.

She would rather sew her hands onto Yang An's back and spend the rest of her life atoning for her sins.

Let this be the last time I'm selfish...

As the sun rose high in the sky, Jiang Nianxi gradually felt sleepy.

She suddenly heard a very faint gurgling sound.

"Um?"

She looked down; it wasn't her stomach that was rumbling.

Then it can only be... Yang An's.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Nianxi asked softly.

After hugging her for so long, her voice was a little hoarse.

"..."