Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Jiang Nianxi, I didn't. I have nothing to do with Su Lingyi. You're getting a little agitated. Calm down, okay?"

Yang An was being choked, and he could barely speak.

Fortunately, the other party only pinched it and did not use much force.

So he could still try to comfort her.

"Please...please let go first, let's sit down and talk, okay? Please..."

"..."

Perhaps they realized that their behavior was indeed a bit excessive.

Jiang Nianxi's body gradually stabilized.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Yang An gradually shifted from undisguised pain to confusion.

Finally, things seemed to gradually clear up.

The restraints on her neck were loosened.

"Cough cough..."

Although he was not seriously injured, Yang An still couldn't help but cough a few times.

He had to admit that the moment the other person choked him, he even had the illusion that he was really going to die.

The feeling was so intense.

So much so that they compromised almost without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, I startled you."

Jiang Nianxi lowered her head, moved to the left, and made way for the doorway.

The guest room was dimly lit by only one bedside lamp.

It's hard to see what her expression is right now.

Yang An did not choose to go out, but instead touched his neck with lingering fear.

"I was going to trouble you tonight, but I lost control of my emotions just now, I'm sorry..."

Jiang Nianxi took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She finally raised her head, looked at the slightly wary young man in front of her, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"You...you won't be scared by me, will you?"

"...Actually, you were quite scary just now."

"You dared to push me when we were moving books, but now you're scared?" She tilted her head.

Yang An looked helpless and spread his hands: "How can those be the same thing?"

"...I will never let you go."

Jiang Nianxi stared intently into his eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.

It's like making a vow that must be fulfilled.

Seeing the other person's nervous expression, she straightened her slightly disheveled pajamas.

You can't refuse me.

"You'll see later. No one but me will care about you like this... It's getting late, I'm going to rest now."

After she finished speaking, she gave the young man one last deep look, then slowly walked out the door.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Yang An suddenly remembered something.

He caught up a few steps and raised his voice slightly.

"So... do you still use the charger at night?"

The girl stopped at the door of the master bedroom.

However, Yang An never received a reply from the other side.

A few seconds later, the master bedroom door was gently closed, making a click sound.

He was the only person left in the entire living room—no, except for the master bedroom.

"Gulp..."

His Adam's apple bobbed, making a barely audible sound.

To this day, my mind is still a complete mess, and I can't figure out Jiang Nianxi's logical thinking.

But Yang An remembered the most important sentence.

"I will never let you go."

It seems that his ill-fated relationship with Jiang Nianxi will be difficult to sever this summer.

I'm so tired...

He sighed and walked toward his bedroom with a gloomy expression.

I closed the bedroom door and picked up my phone again.

Thirty-two percent of the electricity.

Regular chargers are really terrible.

Seeing the battery level in the upper right corner of the screen, Yang An almost felt the urge to curse.

I was entangled with Jiang Nianxi for quite a while, at least ten minutes.

As a result, it only charged to about ten bars of battery?

Forget it...

Yang An thought, "Thirty-something is fine, at least I can play one game first."

He swiped to unlock the screen and found the familiar app icon on the interface.

The most stressful part is yet to come.

As soon as I entered the game, my phone's battery level dropped by two percent without me even realizing it.

And at the back of the phone, a charging cable was still plugged in...

His gaze swept back and forth between the charging head on the power strip and his phone.

A deep sense of speechlessness welled up in my heart.

Yang An decided that from now on, he would mark this day of every year as a day of misfortune.

From morning till night, nothing but bad things keep happening to him, preventing anyone from having a peaceful time.

Since playing on his phone would only cause it to charge itself, Yang An gave up the idea of ​​playing a few games before bed and obediently left it on his computer desk to charge.

Not having pajamas is a disaster for him, who is used to sleeping in pajamas.

Wearing short sleeves just doesn't feel right.

It doesn't feel like you're sleeping in pajamas.

So I simply closed my eyes, steeled my resolve, and took off all my clothes, crawling into bed.

It's even a bit more comfortable than wearing short sleeves.

Yang An has never been someone who lacks a sense of security, but because his parents were often not around when he was young, he got used to sleeping curled up.

After sleeping for seven hours during the day, it is often very difficult to fall asleep at night.

The same applies to Yang An.

I tossed and turned in bed, kicked off the covers for a while, but my mind was still clear.

"..."

He was curled up in bed, with only his head showing.

Closing his eyes didn't help, so he just stared blankly at the wardrobe opposite him.

The phone is still charging on the table.

He didn't know how long he had been conscious.

Maybe half an hour.

One hour.

Two hours, or maybe not.

During the long period of blank staring, biological instincts began to kick in.

He gradually felt a slight drowsiness.

As time went by, drowsiness seemed to take root and sprout in my mind.

As it grows, its eyelids begin to show signs of becoming unable to open.

Finally... I can fall asleep...

This was the only comforting thought in Yang An's mind as he was about to fall asleep.

……

"Squeak..."

Half an hour later, the bedroom door was gently turned open a crack.

A very discreet gaze fell through the crack in the door onto the young man who was curled up in a ball.

But no one pushed open the door and went in.

It seemed to be to confirm that the young man had indeed fallen asleep again.

About five or six minutes later, the dark figure outside the door made a move.

She gently pushed open the door, but not all the way open, leaving it halfway open.

A dark figure slowly walked in.

Until she stood before the sleeping youth.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and the bright moonlight shone through the small gap, barely outlining the general contours of the dark figure's face.

Jiang Nianxi.

She made no other move, simply gazing at it quietly.

It's as if you're admiring an object that has a lot of artistic value.

It is now 2:43 AM.

Jiang Nianxi couldn't fall asleep after returning to the master bedroom.

She was wearing the light blue pajamas that originally belonged to Yang An, her head lowered, her eyes downcast, gently inhaling the lingering mixed fragrance on the pajamas.

It was the jasmine scent emanating from her, blended with the young man's fragrance.

It's intoxicating.

Her gaze remained fixed on a small mobile phone.

That's right.

She lied to Yang An.

She actually brought two cell phones with her because she wanted to do something good.

One of them was her original phone, which was indeed out of battery.

But the other one is an old, outdated phone, which is fully charged.