My Hacker Roommate is a Yandere - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I rented a two-bedroom apartment on the first floor with a garden through an online listing.

My roommate is a twenty-five-year-old man.

His name is Jiang Hanting.

We lived together peacefully for half a month and gradually grew closer.

He’s handsome and a man of few words, but he often cooks and invites me to join him for meals.

It wasn’t until tonight, as I was eating the tiramisu he made, that I saw the Danmaku.

[Run! He’s a yandere. He has handcuffs hidden under his pillow.]

[He wants to lock you to his bed every single night.]

[Look at her, still eating. Once you’re full, it’ll be his turn to feed on you.]

I stole a glance at Jiang Hanting, unable to believe what the Danmaku were saying.

Have I really encountered a living, breathing yandere?

And one with top-tier looks and a killer body at that?

How exciting. How thrilling.

Back then, Ji Huaiye and I broke up because he thought I was a freak.

I had told him countless times, “I really want you to lock me up. Why don’t you go buy a pair of handcuffs?”

He would look at me in horror. “Sheng Zhi, is there something wrong with you?”

Yes, there is.

Once, Ji Huaiye and I were trapped in an elevator.

He was counting the minutes, waiting for rescue.

I, however, was having dark thoughts about how much I wanted to stay there with him a little longer.

If the rescuers couldn’t make it, then I could die together with him.

Ji Huaiye was terrified by that line of thinking and initiated the breakup.

I felt his possessiveness wasn’t strong enough, so I agreed to end it.

Pulling myself back to the present, I stuffed the last bite of tiramisu into my mouth.

I smiled at Jiang Hanting and said, “I’m going to be in the shower for a while. If you’re in a hurry, you can go first.”

He replied indifferently, “No need. I’m not in a rush. You go ahead.”

“Oh, okay then.” I stood up and went back to my room to grab a towel.

Just as I closed the door, I saw Danmaku floating before my eyes.

[Why don’t you peek through the crack in the door and see what Jiang Hanting is doing right now?]

My hand stiffened. Through the sliver of the door that wasn’t fully shut, I looked toward the living room.

I saw Jiang Hanting use his fingertip to dab up the leftover cream from the tiramisu plate. He brought it to his lips and licked it off with his tongue.

When he looked up, his gaze met mine through the crack in the door.

That look in his eyes-deep and dark, yet shimmering with a hint of hidden excitement.

Like a seductive wildcat.

I shut the door tight.

My heart couldn’t settle down for a long time.

Every time Jiang Hanting makes tiramisu, he watches me eat it but never tastes it himself.

I never expected him to actually lick the cream I had left behind.

He’s such a freak. I love it.