Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Well……"

Jiang Nianxi took one last deep breath on his neck, then reluctantly released him.

When the pressure on his shoulder was released, Yang An felt an unprecedented sense of ease throughout his body.

It was as if they had barely escaped from the predator's claws.

That profound sense of oppression and suffocation was also greatly reduced.

But it didn't completely disappear.

Instead, it lingers in my heart, leaving me with lingering fear.

He immediately took a step back, increasing the distance between the two of them.

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

As Jiang Nianxi spoke softly, noticing Yang An's unthinking retreat, a hint of disappointment welled up in her eyes.

She gave a soft snort, bent down, picked up the large bag that Yang An had just thrown to the ground, and turned to walk back in the original direction.

"Let's go. We can talk about it when we get back."

She took two steps, then looked back.

His eyes held a hint of indifference, as if gesturing for Yang An to follow.

"You... putting everything else aside, can you carry these two bags by yourself?" Yang An swallowed hard, watching Jiang Nianxi walk without even swaying her body, and he was immediately shocked.

I had experienced this girl's strength before, but compared to now, it is probably even more astonishing.

He doesn't understand.

How could Jiang Nianxi, a girl who doesn't even know if she's an adult, possess such terrifying power!

"Keep up."

Jiang Nianxi parted her red lips slightly and uttered two words.

Her lips curled slightly upward, leaving no room for negotiation and no intention of handing over the bag in her hand.

"..."

Having received a good upbringing, Yang An naturally wouldn't allow himself to stand idly by and let a girl carry such a heavy thing.

The girl was carrying heavy things and walked very fast.

He quickly caught up until the two were side by side.

"Thank you for your help, but I'll suggest one myself, thank you..."

As soon as he reached out his hand, Jiang Nianxi shook her head, looking relaxed.

"It's just a few more streets until we reach the neighborhood. Your hands are swollen, you don't need to."

"...I can do it."

Although it was a gentle consolation, it always sounded so... strange.

It's like someone whispering in your ear, "Don't push yourself, you're already great."

Yang An was momentarily embarrassed.

No matter how he tried to persuade her, Jiang Nianxi would let it go in one ear and out the other.

The familiar gate, the familiar building.

It wasn't until Jiang Nianxi skillfully turned into his house that he realized something was wrong.

How come he knows this road better than he does himself?

His face showed surprise and doubt, his gaze shifting back and forth between Jiang Nianxi and his own security door.

I just couldn't figure out how these two completely unrelated people and things ended up together today.

In older neighborhoods with winding alleyways, mastering the art of navigating these complexities takes time.

When he moved here with his parents, it took him more than half a month of working from dawn till dusk to barely get familiar with the area.

"Open the door! Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Nianxi put down the two large bags in her hands, stepped back half a meter, and made room for the key to be inserted.

"..."

I don't know why.

Looking at Jiang Nianxi's innocent face, Yang An had a bad feeling.

Subconsciously, they seem to think that bringing the other person into their home is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.

Not only do they subconsciously think this way, but their actual physical reaction is also goosebumps.

His hand slowly reached for the keys in his pocket, but he hesitated to take them out.

"You're a grown man, why are you dawdling like that..."

Jiang Nianxi smiled and said, "I've helped you so much... what, you can't even invite me in for a seat?"

"Haha, what are you talking about? How could that be?"

With a few dry laughs, Yang An walked to the security door, shakily took out the key, and inserted it into the lock.

Perhaps because my hands were shaking, I couldn't close it after several attempts.

Jiang Nianxi's intrigued gaze only added to his immense pressure.

He could really feel his body resisting opening his own door.

It's as if opening it will trigger some unpredictable consequences.

Jiang Nianxi, standing nearby, clearly saw that Yang An wasn't very welcoming to her, yet she simply leaned against the wall with her hands behind her back, a smile that held no meaning.

They showed no intention of leaving on their own.

She was just waiting.

Yang An opened the door.

"..."

Click!

It might be a few seconds, or it might be a dozen seconds.

In short, after struggling for a short while, the security door, which originally symbolized absolute security, was finally opened.

Yang An took a deep breath and cursed himself for being paranoid.

No matter what, this is his own home.

Besides, Jiang Nianxi is a girl, and the two of them were classmates before, so how could there be anything bad going on?

Just as he was about to open the door, a fair hand grasped the doorknob first.

My gaze shifted upwards, and there stood Jiang Nianxi, smiling broadly.

"Hey, why don't you go inside first and pour my former deskmate a cup of hot water?"

She raised her chin and opened the door herself.

"..."

Yang An glanced at the two large bags on the ground.

"I'll take these inside for you. Hurry up, I'm dying of thirst."

The urging voice remained gentle.

He had no choice but to obediently head to the kitchen first.

However, in a corner unseen by anyone, a fleeting hint of smugness flashed in Jiang Nianxi's eyes.

She watched Yang An walk into the kitchen, then lowered her head and quietly pulled the key out of the lock.

Examine it carefully for a moment.

She originally planned to take photos with her phone, but after careful consideration, she felt it wasn't a very good idea.

He chuckled softly and put the key into his pocket.

After straightening his clothes, he slowly carried the things on the ground and walked into the room full of life.

Just as she carried the things to the kitchen, Yang An came out carrying a cup of hot water.

"Um, why don't you sit on the sofa for a while?"

Yang An scratched his head and pointed to the sofa.

"It's almost midnight now, how about I go make something..."

His voice grew softer and softer.

To be honest, he didn't really want Jiang Nianxi to stay at home for dinner.

Of course, it's not because he's lazy.

However, whenever Jiang Nianxi stayed at his house, he always felt inexplicably uncomfortable and awkward.

A more accurate description is unease.

Yes, it's not unease about the matter itself, but rather... unease about Jiang Nianxi as a person.

So he said that just to be polite.

He also felt that someone like Jiang Nianxi would definitely not care about getting a meal at his house.

That would be so degrading.

"Okay, okay, I haven't tried your cooking yet."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nianxi tilted her head and readily agreed.

A gentle spring breeze caresses her face, her gaze tender and gentle as water.

There was no sign of embarrassment on her face.

"..."

"What if I said, 'All I can cook is instant noodles'?"