I met a yandere rich girl online using fake photos, and she kidnapped me.

"You've changed too fast..." Lin An couldn't help but mutter.

"That's called having a sense of propriety," Huo Nianci stood up, looking down at him. "Do you think I'd agree to anything you ask?"

"You were the one who invited me, weren't you?"

"You can refuse my invitation."

"You change your attitude again after I rejected you."

"So you're going to be ambiguous?"

"I..." Lin An fell silent. Faced with his yandere employer girlfriend, he didn't have much to say in his defense.

After all, their relationship was never equal.

At this moment, Huo Nianci simply took a step forward, tiptoed as he turned around, and gently touched his lips to the corner of his mouth: "Goodnight, silly An'an."

Lin An stood there, the touch of her lips still lingering on the corner of her mouth.

He glanced down at her, but Huo Nianci had already turned and walked towards the bedroom.

The hem of her white dress swayed gently with her steps, and her bare feet made no sound as she walked on the floor.

She paused at the bedroom door, glanced back at him, and said, "I want to eat your fried eggs tomorrow morning. An'an, remember to fight with Aunt Sun for the right to make breakfast."

"Okay," Lin An said, "I'll get up earlier."

Huo Nianci nodded in satisfaction and pushed open the door to her bedroom.

Lin An stood in the living room, staring at the closed door for a while.

"This woman..." He touched the corner of his mouth, where the warmth hadn't completely dissipated. "There's just no way to deal with her."

He turned and walked towards the second bedroom. As he passed by the door of Grandma Sun's room, a little light shone through the crack in the door.

Aunt Sun was probably still awake and heard the noise outside. Lin An felt he should also politely greet Aunt Sun.

So he hesitated for a moment, then knocked on her door.

"Aunt Sun, I'm going back to my room. You should get some rest too."

From behind the door came Aunt Sun's gentle voice: "Yes, Mr. Lin, you should go to sleep early too."

"There's a new toothbrush and towel in your bedside table drawer, and your pajamas are in the closet; they're all clean."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Sun."

Lin An pushed open the door to the second bedroom and turned on the light.

The room was exactly the same as last night, the blankets on the bed were neatly folded, and there was a glass of water on the bedside table.

He opened the drawer and sure enough, he saw a new set of toothbrush and towel, still in their packaging.

After washing up and changing into his pajamas, he lay down on the bed.

Lin An turned to the side, facing the window.

It's very quiet outside; you can hardly hear anything in this upscale neighborhood at night.

He looked at his phone for a while, then rolled over in bed, and then rolled over again.

My mind is a mess.

One moment it's a scene of Huo Nianci wearing that maid outfit stepping on his back.

One moment it's her forehead touching his, her eyes asking, "Do you want to sleep together?"

A moment later, she would give him a push and say with that mischievous laugh, "Dream on."

"This woman..." Lin An buried his face in the pillow and mumbled, "What does she want?"

After letting his mind wander for a while, Lin An closed his eyes.

As drowsiness overcame him, he drifted off to sleep.

After falling asleep, Lin An had a jumbled dream.

In his dream, he stood in a white fog, unable to see anything clearly.

A voice was calling his name from afar, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

He followed the sound and walked forward. The road under his feet was wet and soft, and each step kicked up a patch of mud.

After walking for a very long time, the fog suddenly dissipated.

A little girl in a white dress stood in front of him, her back to him, her shoulders shaking as if she were crying.

He wanted to go over and see who she was, but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move them.

Then he woke up.

When I opened my eyes, everything was pitch black.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, preventing any moonlight from entering, making the room very dark.

He blinked, his consciousness still somewhat hazy, his mind still filled with the white mist from his dream and the little girl with her back to him.

A few seconds later, he heard the voice.

A very soft sob.

It was very close to him.

Lin An initially thought he was still dreaming.

But the sound was too faint, and it was intermittent.

So he turned over and buried his face in the pillow, trying to continue sleeping.

The sobbing didn't seem to have disappeared; instead, it became clearer, as if it were right next to his ear.

He suddenly opened his eyes again.

This time, he saw a figure standing at the head of his bed.

She wore a gray nightgown, and her long hair was draped down, obscuring her entire face.

Her hair was black and long, cascading down her sides like a waterfall in the dim light.

The figure stood there motionless, only its shoulders trembling slightly, emitting soft, suppressed sobs.

Lin An's pupils contracted sharply, and a cold sweat broke out on his back: "Holy crap! There's a female ghost!"

Lin An sprang up from the bed, shrank back to the corner, and his back hit the headboard with a thud.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

His mind wasn't fully clear yet, and his first thought was that he had encountered a ghost.

Could this upscale residential complex be built on some kind of cemetery? Who is this disheveled woman standing there in the middle of the night?

"An'an..." the shadow spoke, its voice very soft, "It's me..."

When the female ghost called his name, Lin An trembled even more.

But the figure slowly raised its hand and brushed aside the long hair that was covering its face.

The sleeves of her gray nightgown slid down, revealing a slender, white wrist.

Beneath the hair was a face he knew all too well.

Lin An breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a female ghost, it's Huo Nianci.

Huo Nianci stood there quietly, her eyes were very red, her eyelids were wet, and the tip of her nose was also red, it was clear that she had been crying for a long time.

She was holding an old brown teddy bear, one of its ears was almost falling off, drooping down, and a small clump of cotton stuffing was sticking out.

She stood there at the head of the bed, barefoot, the hem of her gray nightgown hanging down to above her knees, revealing her two slender calves.

Her usual domineering air was nowhere to be seen; it was as if something had been sucked out of her body, leaving only a thin little girl with red eyes.

"An'an," she called again, her voice trembling, "I want to sleep with you."

Lin An leaned against the headboard, his heart still pounding in his chest.

But the initial shock has gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable feeling.

He looked at Huo Nianci's face, at her red eyes and wet eyelashes.

Looking at the worn-out teddy bear she was holding to her chest, I suddenly felt a pain in my chest.

He seemed unable to bear seeing the arrogant Huo Nianci in such a sorry state.

Huo Nianci, who wore a tight leather skirt and stepped on his back during the day, and who tied him up in a maid outfit and gave him a "massage".

The Huo Nianci in front of her, wearing a gray nightgown, hugging a tattered teddy bear, and with her eyes red from crying, seemed like two completely different people.