Chapter 105 Water Ghost 28

In daily life, Zhou Qingyan is a considerate and gentle boyfriend, even a little too considerate and gentle. He is very much like a bride who was sent to a mansion to bring good luck in the old society. The bride is nothing more than a mother to her young husband, taking care of his daily life. If the age gap is big, she even has to take care of things like the toilet.

They were pitiful people oppressed by the social environment. Zhou Qingyan volunteered and enjoyed it, even disregarding Yu Jiao's wishes and doing even the small things that Yu Jiao could do herself.

Since being banned from going to work, Yu Jiao and Zhou Qingyan have never been apart for more than half an hour. He would go out to buy groceries in the early morning when Yu Jiao was asleep, and breakfast would be ready when Yu Jiao woke up. Zhou Qingyan's eyes would be glued to Yu Jiao for the rest of the day. Fearing that she would be bored staying at home, he bought puzzles, building blocks, and even dolls for little girls... He preferred to hold Yu Jiao in his arms while watching movies in the living room, but horror movies no longer had any effect on Yu Jiao, so he had to give up the sweet experience of his girlfriend curling up in his arms for protection out of fear.

Yu Jiao asked the director for a long sick leave due to health reasons. Of course, the director did not allow it, but Zhou Qingyan did not know how he could get the director to agree the next day.

Having completely cut off the last glimmer of hope, Yu Jiao thought sadly that if Zhou Qingyan killed her here, her body would probably not be discovered for a long time. Maybe there wouldn't even be a body left, and she would just disappear silently.

She was not an overly pessimistic person. At least Zhou Qingyan was still very considerate. She kept comforting herself. When Zhou Qingyan left the bedroom to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she secretly peeked at him through the door frame.

Yu Jiao has not recovered since she fell ill and still has a runny nose. Zhou Qingyan provides wake-up service in the morning. He prepares the clothes she needs for the day and puts them on her piece by piece just like he did when he put on her skirt. The only difference is that because of the changes in their relationship, he even takes care of her underwear.

Yu Jiao refused many times but to no avail, so she had to pretend to be dead.

This time, she woke up when he was preparing breakfast. She was in much better spirits than before and didn't want Zhou Qingyan to help her put on her clothes. She put on her pajamas and quietly stared at the man's back through the crack in the door. The tall and cold figure was like a heavy dark cloud covering his head. When she blinked, Zhou Qingyan seemed to have his eyes open from behind and suddenly turned his head to look at her.

Zhou Qingyan's expressionless face was too terrifying. In fact, only when facing Yu Jiao would a happy smile and expression spread from the depths of his heart. Most of the time, his face was expressionless.

There was nothing worth his nostalgia.

There was no smell worth sniffing.

Nothing whetted his appetite.

Except Yu Jiao.

Only Yu Jiao.

If Zhou Qingyan was considered a pervert when he was alive, then he was not only a blatant pervert after his death, but also a puppet with all the strings tied to Yu Jiao's hands, and all his actions and emotions were caused by her.

It’s just that this silly girl doesn’t know how to control herself.

"Jiaojiao, you're awake," Zhou Qingyan smiled the moment he and Yu Jiao looked at each other, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Yu Jiao didn't expect that he would discover her, and she fell to the ground in fright.

There was a loud "bang".

Zhou Qingyan quickened his pace, pushed the door open and came in. He held her legs and arms, picked her up and put her on the bed, his tone full of concern and reprimand: "Jiaojiao, what's wrong? You can't even stand steadily. Did your butt hurt?"

"No, no," Yu Jiao thought of something and quickly shook her head. Although she quickly refused, Zhou Qingyan still frowned, rubbing the place where she fell and hurt, and sighed: "It seems that you can't leave Jiaojiao for even half a step. When Jiaojiao wakes up, call me the first time. I will come to your side as soon as I hear your voice. Since you fall so easily, why don't I hold you in my arms from now on."

Her head was buzzing, and the chill from the area covered by his palm instantly spread throughout her body. Yu Jiao huddled in his arms, gritted her teeth and said nothing, only to hear him continue muttering to himself, "How should I protect Jiaojiao? You're too fragile, and you said you were fine, but your butt is all red."

Yu Jiao never imagined that agreeing to be his girlfriend would lead to the current situation - he wanted to do everything for her personally, and that was not the worst. What made Yu Jiao most embarrassed were the small things like brushing teeth and eating, as if she had suddenly become disabled and had to be served by him personally.

Zhou Qingyan turned a deaf ear to her rejection and even wrapped her with black energy, doing what he had to do. The only thing to be thankful for was that although he was mostly strong in daily life, Yu Jiao took the lead in bed. She could do whatever she wanted, and Zhou Qingyan usually would not refute her in this situation.

Yu Jiao was pressed and kneaded by him for a few times, then suddenly turned her head and stared at him: "When can I go to work?"

Zhou Qingyan paused: "Your body hasn't recovered yet."

Yu Jiao suddenly stood up. His hands paused in mid-air, and then he pinched her ankles as if nothing had happened. Yu Jiao ignored his little movements and tried to reason with him: "I have recovered a long time ago. It's just a common cold. I was fine yesterday and I can go to work today... Zhou Qingyan, you don't want to lock me up here forever, do you?"

"Isn't it good to be at home?" Zhou Qingyan asked.

Yu Jiao choked and stared at him.

Such words appeared countless times. Every time Yu Jiao wanted to go to work, Zhou Qingyan would ask her to rest at home on the grounds that she was sick. But she was almost getting moldy staying at home, so why shouldn't he ask her to go to work?

Yu Jiao took a few breaths. She used to think Zhou Qingyan was considerate, but now she felt that he was unreasonable and had a strong desire for control. She slapped his hand that was pinching her ankle. With a snap, the pale flesh dented inward, then quickly bulged out again. It didn't even turn red, but Yu Jiao's palm was aching from the shock.

"Give me a valid reason."

Zhou Qingyan stared at her palm and was about to reach out, but Yu Jiao quickly hid her hand behind her back. He shook his head helplessly, then forcefully took her hand out from behind, staring at her red palm, gently rubbing it and saying:

"Jiaojiao, let me ask you, isn't it good to be at home?"

Yu Jiao shook her head: "Not good."

"You're lying," Zhou Qingyan looked up at her. "I remember you once told your friends that if you had enough money, you'd quit your job. No one would interfere with your life. You could sleep as long as you wanted and eat whatever you wanted without having to compromise for a paycheck. Don't you like your life now? I can accompany you in whatever you want to play, and I can learn to cook whatever you want to eat. I just want Jiaojiao to be by my side. That's all I ask."

Yu Jiao actually thought along his lines. The only request was too tempting, but she quickly came to her senses and said, "You're lying. You don't let me go to work, and now you don't even let me cook for myself. You tell me you only have one request? Zhou Qingyan, you're going too far. I need to think carefully about our..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhou Qingyan covered her mouth.

Yu Jiao stared at him blankly, not daring to breathe.

Zhou Qingyan's face turned horrible at this moment. The red bloodshot spreading from his eyeballs seemed to turn into blood and flow out. He tightly closed his eyes and suppressed his fear and anger.

"Don't say such things," his tone was normal, but his eyes seemed to stick to her tightly as if with some strong glue. The palm of his hand that pinched her waist seemed to want to break it. Yu Jiao frowned in pain. Zhou Qingyan repeated unconsciously: "Jiaojiao, don't say such things... No, no, no, we are lovers now, and we will be together for life. I can only be your boyfriend. If anyone dares to break us up, I won't let them have it easy..."

His sickly mumbling echoed throughout the room: "Jiaojiao can only be mine, only mine!"

When he showed this look, Yu Jiao didn't dare to confront him head-on. She admitted that she was timid, but she had the necessary judgment. All her little tempers and confrontations were just testing the edge of Zhou Qingyan's madness. Once he showed a crazy state, she would stop immediately.

If she doesn't stop at this time, she will be the one who suffers.

Yu Jiao let him hold her, his scarlet eyes fixed on her. She blinked and cried out in pain. Zhou Qingyan paused slightly and loosened his grip a little. Yu Jiao followed his words and said, "Yes, that's right. It's yours. It can only be yours."

Zhou Qingyan smiled when he heard this: "Jiaojiao said that, you can't lie to me." He leaned over and held her lips, just touching her intimately. At this time, he seemed particularly well-behaved.

Yu Jiao's phone suddenly vibrated a few times. She pushed Zhou Qingyan but couldn't move him away. She used a little force to pry open his hands that were clamped around her waist, twisted her body to take out the phone, and just as she swiped the screen, before she could see the message, the phone slipped out of her palm and fell into Zhou Qingyan's hand.

The light from the mobile phone shone on Zhou Qingyan's face. He stared at the information interface intently, not caring at all how abnormal his behavior was.

The message was sent by a colleague, expressing concern about Yu Jiao's health.

There were also a few messages from her friends, asking her to go out for dinner.

Some are messages from students' parents.

Zhou Qingyan seemed to ignore the fact that Yu Jiao was right next to him. He started fiddling with her phone in front of her, searching through the chat records one by one starting with the contacts, and asking about his relationship with her.

Yu Jiao was stunned.

She had no idea what to do next and just stared at Zhou Qingyan's pale face. When she saw the contact's name with an obvious masculine tone, her face instantly showed a jealous expression.

She was shocked.

Zhou Qingyan turned out to be such a person...

Yu Jiao couldn't help but ask him: "Zhou Qingyan, do you think I would cheat on you?"

"No," Zhou Qingyan let go of her phone, and seemed to realize the mistake he made, smiling flatteringly, "I'm just too jealous. I can't stand the thought of them chatting with Jiaojiao and their eyes falling on you... Jiaojiao, you only want me, okay?"

Without waiting for Yu Jiao to respond to him, he picked up his phone again and deleted all the men he thought were suspicious, observing her expression as he did so.

It seemed that if she showed any reluctance, the real man represented by the name would be in danger of his life.

Yu Jiao let him manipulate her phone, her heart pounding with shock as she pondered the unthinkable. Did he really love her that much? To the point where even the mere sight of him made anyone jealous? If he crossed the line he'd set... would he hurt her?

If he has the tendency to hurt herself, Yu Jiao will definitely find a way to leave him.

She slowly fell into deep thought.