Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Jiang Nianxi had his own reasons for handling them separately.

There were not many prompts on the screen.

Only surveillance footage that almost completely occupies the entire screen.

It was cut into many pieces.

Jiang Nianxi tapped the top left corner, and the surveillance video was fully magnified.

The pixels are a bit blurry, but that doesn't prevent you from seeing the young man's face clearly.

This is Yang An's bedroom.

She hid the hidden camera in the crevice of the headboard.

No one knows how long she sat quietly by the bed, watching the image.

Until finally, the protagonist in the video could no longer resist sleepiness, and his facial expression gradually became more peaceful.

Jiang Nianxi then turned off the screen of her old phone and put it into the small pocket of her dress.

Then, without making a sound, they arrived at Yang An's room.

She only intended to stay outside for a short while.

Unexpectedly, Yang An hadn't locked the door.

This surprised Jiang Nianxi quite a bit.

The young man was fast asleep and completely unaware that someone had come to his side.

In the silent air, it seemed as if only two breaths were intertwining, resonating in the moonlight.

His breathing was a response to his dream, steady and long.

Jiang Nianxi's breathing became increasingly rapid under the unreadable gaze.

She could feel her heart rate increasing at a slow, steady pace.

It felt as if all the blood in my body was trying to rush into that small space in my chest.

But it is precisely at times like these that you must restrain your excitement.

This inexplicable excitement puzzled Jiang Nianxi, yet it also made her feel addicted.

To be frank, she enjoys this excitement.

This feeling... that everything is under my control.

At that moment, looking at Yang An with his eyes closed in the dim light, Jiang Nianxi felt for the first time that she had firmly grasped this person and everything here in her hands.

Everything here belongs to her.

Yang An is one, even his clothes and belongings are.

Here, everywhere you look, there's... the unique aura of youth.

She took a deep breath and gradually became intoxicated.

"Well……"

Jiang Nianxi slowly opened her eyes, and a barely perceptible hint of desire flashed in her usually calm gaze.

Finally, after standing for more than ten minutes, she quietly bent down.

The closer you get to that sleeping face, the more every cell in your body seems to cheer with joy.

My heart is racing uncontrollably.

She wanted to get closer, even closer.

Reason told her that she shouldn't alert the enemy and disrupt the plan; she should play the long game and catch the big fish.

But her body, her subconscious, strongly urged her to get closer to this young man.

Like that morning, it was just the two of them reading aloud.

Like that day when they were moving books, a close embrace that belonged only to the two of them.

She couldn't control herself.

The hormones in her body were being secreted wildly, causing her whole body to tremble involuntarily.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before among the boys who had pursued her.

Gradually, their faces drew closer and closer.

In the very end, you can even clearly sense the other person's breath.

It penetrates the pores and is inhaled into the lungs.

It's so real...it's irresistible.

Even though they were so close, Jiang Nianxi hesitated for a few seconds before withdrawing her outstretched right hand.

To calm her restless body, she gently touched Yang An's lips.

This was already her limit.

At least for now, she cannot wake the young man for a little personal desire.

In this way, her losses are maximized.

Several months ago, Yang An had already developed a strong aversion to her.

She couldn't add fuel to the fire like she had just argued.

That's enough; it's a way to quench your thirst...

Jiang Nianxi straightened up again and silently surveyed the small bedroom, which was full of life.

Everything here is unfamiliar.

But at the same time, it also gave her a strange sense of belonging.

To be precise, this was the first time she had actually entered Yang An's bedroom.

Clearly, Yang An and she are the same kind of people.

Why?

Why is this place so different from her room...?

Jiang Nianxi's gaze became slightly unfocused.

Her room was filled with only loneliness and deathly silence.

Just like her life from childhood to adulthood, it is an unchanging gray.

But she didn't dislike it here.

On the contrary, she likes it here.

It feels so comfortable, like being wrapped in warmth.

It wasn't her bedroom, but it gave her a strong sense of security.

We can't stay any longer.

Jiang Nianxi was suddenly jolted awake from her daze, and she subconsciously looked at the bed.

Fortunately, the young man was fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up.

She silently moved her feet, preparing to leave.

As she was leaving, Jiang Nianxi's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a certain corner.

On one side of the bed, a foot was sticking out from under the covers.

It seems that Yang An unconsciously stretched out his leg when he curled up.

Little classmate, sleeping like that isn't okay...

Jiang Nianxi chuckled softly, bent down slightly, and gently pulled over a bit of the blanket to completely cover the exposed foot.

Upon further inspection, apart from the head, there was no other part of the body exposed.

Only after completing all this did she feel at ease enough to leave the bedroom and gently pull the door open.

"Squeak..."

The very faint sound of the door hinges slowly rose, and with a final click, the door was completely closed.

Yang An will never know what happened tonight.

He would never have imagined that someone would quietly sneak into his room just as he was finally falling asleep.

Of course, the crescent moon outside was the only person besides Jiang Nianxi who knew the truth and was also a witness.

But all it can do is shed its last remaining light.

It only adds a vague sense of unease to all of this.

……

"Hmm."

Fortunately, the curtains were thick enough to block out most of the sunlight.

A few glaring rays of light pierced through the gap and into Yang An's eyelids.

Yang An woke up.

For some reason, I slept more restlessly than usual this time.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.

I had a dream last night.

The content of the dream was strange.

He felt as if he were in a thick fog that stretched as far as the eye could see.

No matter where he goes or how he curses.

They could never reach the end, and there wasn't a single sound of human voices.

Yes.

Yang An could feel that he was indeed cursing, but he couldn't even hear his own voice.

Let's go, let's go.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as he looked dejected and was about to sit still,

A blurry figure appeared directly in front of us.

Especially with the thick fog, there were almost no distinguishable features.

There was only a human-shaped outline.

At that moment, Yang An felt an extreme sense of fear and panic.

The sensation was so intense that it almost engulfed his entire body in that instant.

The figure seemed to smile slightly and began to slowly approach.

Yang An's alarm blared, and without caring whether he was in a dream or reality, he took off running to the back.