Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Time flies.

Yang An doesn't play games much anymore. The thing he does most often is sit on the sofa and stare blankly at the security door he's looked at countless times.

Or just lie in bed and let yourself drift off to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.

Bored, Yang An stood up from the sofa, stretched, and walked to his bedroom as usual.

However, before going to bed, he decided to take a shower today.

The weather is as hot as ever, and even if you stay at home all the time, you can still feel the discomfort everywhere.

Taking a shower can keep your body clean and relax you after a long day.

He washed the pajamas again when he came back because Jiang Nianxi had worn them before.

It's hanging outside on the balcony now, just in time to come.

A short while later, several more pieces of clothing that had just been taken off appeared in the bedroom.

From the bathroom not far away, the sound of a shower running could be heard.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to mask some minor noises.

"..."

There was another rustling sound coming from inside the wardrobe.

Gradually, the cabinet door was slowly opened from the inside.

The first thing exposed to the light was a pair of unfathomable eyes.

Next came the little hand pushing the cabinet door.

Jiang Nianxi was still wearing the black dress she wore when she came out of the police station that day, and her jet-black hair was tied up with a hairpin.

Even without makeup, one can see both maturity and youth on this exquisite face.

When did she hide here, and for how long?

Nobody knows.

But this is not a closely guarded secret.

Jiang Nianxi stepped out of the wardrobe, with piles of clothes sliding down behind her.

But she didn't bother to tidy it up.

Instead, she went straight to the bedside and looked at the clothes scattered on the bed.

That's... the one my deskmate just took off.

Despite only being separated for a few days, Jiang Nianxi felt like she was really addicted.

Even the slightest taste of sweetness can trigger a very severe withdrawal reaction.

Right now, just looking at these clothes.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

It is a cheer originating from every cell in the body.

It's only been a few days since we last met, but it feels like I've endured centuries on my own.

Her hands trembled as she picked up the closest piece of clothing, her breathing becoming more rapid the closer she got to it.

A blush quickly appeared on her fair face.

Until... she buried her little head inside.

It not only smelled of my little classmate... but also had the lingering warmth of their body.

"...Um..."

It's all my deskmate's fault.

Why run?

How could someone who usually eats things that have no nutritional value possibly become chubby and healthy?

Without your own care, you'll only be able to eat takeout food that you don't know if it's clean or not.

Jiang Nianxi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The masculine scent seemed to permeate every corner of her body through her lungs.

Blending, entwining.

His entire body seemed to come alive because of this faint aura.

In areas unknown to the public, oxytocin secretion far exceeds the normal amount.

Only when the scent of jasmine had completely permeated the garment and she could no longer smell her classmate's fragrance did she reluctantly put it down.

At the same time, the shower noise in the bathroom stopped.

Yang An had no idea what was happening in his bedroom.

He was drying himself with a towel, putting on his pajamas, and tidying himself up in front of the mirror.

He then opened the bathroom door in a cheerful mood and went out.

Indeed, taking a shower really does make you relax completely.

"If only things could stay this peaceful forever..."

He placed his hand on the bedroom doorknob and murmured a sigh.

Then he opened the bedroom door.

However, because he was looking down, he bumped into something soft.

The sudden turn of events left Yang An somewhat bewildered.

Before he could back away and see clearly, his head was grabbed tightly by two hands, rendering him unable to move.

The rich aroma of milk mingled with the fresh scent of jasmine, forcefully filling his nostrils.

"Ugh! Who is it...?"

Yang An struggled fiercely, pressing down on the other person's waist, trying to push him away forcefully.

But he received no response from the other party for a long time.

The pinch on the waist made the other person tremble violently and hug them even tighter.

It seems they were being overly sensitive.

"...Little classmate, I've caught you again."

Jiang Nianxi parted her red lips slightly, bit Yang An's earlobe, and breathed and hissed in his ear.

My deskmate.

My deskmate...

Upon hearing the sound, Yang An froze and stopped struggling.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman slowly released her grip, freeing his head.

He had just escaped from the fatal tenderness when he met the other person's gaze overflowing with affection.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dry: "How...did you get in...?"

He doesn't understand.

The fear and anxiety that had finally subsided suddenly surged back into my body at this moment.

Jiang Nianxi smiled, but in Yang An's eyes, it was like a devil's deliberate provocation.

She gently stroked the back of Yang An's head, as if comforting a kitten that had been caught after running away mischievously.

It is full of tenderness.

"I've been watching you..."

In a place you don't know.

They are watching everything you do.

Jiang Nianxi had considered various factors beforehand, so she copied Yang An's key early on.

On the night Yang An was sent home by the police, she used the replica to quietly open Yang An's door.

Where can I enjoy watching my deskmate's entire performance?

Hehe... of course, it's the place closest to the bed.

So she hid in the closet.

To see what her little classmate would do next, she only traveled back and forth at night for the next few days.

Before leaving, eat only one meal to sustain your energy for the entire day.

While Yang An was fast asleep at night.

Sitting on the bed, staring blankly out the window.

I sometimes look at my acceptance letter and smile to myself.

They even took off their clothes and changed clothes.

Have you ever had a moment when you felt a chill run down your spine?

Those were longing and dreamy eyes, peering through the small gap in the wardrobe, hiding in the darkness, spying on the lover in their heart.

Is it pathological?

Jiang Nianxi looked at the fearful young man in front of her, a slight smile playing on her lips. She pressed her left hand firmly against the back of his head, lowered her eyes, and slowly leaned closer.

Humidity and dryness intertwine and blend amidst panic and pleasure.

She doesn't think so.

In her world, it's about possessing everything about the other person in the name of love.

How can it be called pathological?

If love is not possession, not selfishness, not integration, but sharing both honor and disgrace.

What, then, is love?

Ha ha……

She felt the wetness in the other person's mouth, and the faint scent of his body mingled with the scent of his shower gel, a look of pleasure spreading across her face.

See? This is love.

My deskmate.

The love I give you is unique.