Chapter 110 Water Ghost 33

——You can accompany me to work.

Zhou Qingyan studied Yu Jiao's expression carefully, trying to find any trace of lies to deceive him. There was none. She looked back at him calmly, her pupils reflecting his overly pale cheeks and faintly red eyes. Her appearance was different from that of a living person, which made him feel panic.

He hadn't been able to win Yu Jiao's affection in life, and now, as a ghost, how could she possibly love him? He felt like he was in a desperate situation, blocked by huge rocks on both sides. He knew his actions only exacerbated Yu Jiao's fear, but apart from using terrifying coercion to keep the timid girl at bay, he could think of no other way.

He was afraid of losing Yu Jiao.

Things didn't get out of control. He could indeed be influenced by her, and could even be controlled.

Yu Jiao thought silently.

No one knew what Zhou Qingyan was thinking, his face showed signs of madness, and bloodshot covered his eyeballs. The horrific scene fell into Yu Jiao's eyes, but it seemed as if covered by a hazy veil. She no longer felt fear and tension because of his out-of-control emotions, and she could boldly lift the veil and face his inhuman and terrifying face.

His fingers landed on Zhou Qingyan's eye sockets. His eyes were narrow and long, and when he squinted at people, there was an indescribable evil and arrogance. But when this gaze fell on Yu Jiao, it was like being stared at by a cold-blooded animal hiding in the forest. The cold breath instantly passed through her skin, causing her to shiver.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Jiao retracted her finger, and Zhou Qingyan instinctively chased after her. She had no choice but to put her palm on his face again and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "I'm starving."

Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyelashes, tilted his head, and kissed her palm. He held the door handle with his free hand, but did not open it. He asked her, "Are you telling the truth?"

Yu Jiao pretended to be confused: "What did I say?"

Zhou Qingyan didn't get annoyed and asked patiently, "I can accompany you to work. Is this true?"

"Of course it's true," Yu Jiao saw Zhou Qingyan's eyes light up instantly, like two light bulbs. She pursed her lips and shook her head: "But...it depends on your performance. If you perform well, I can take you out with me after work. If you don't perform well, there is no room for negotiation."

Zhou Qingyan automatically ignored what she said next. His mind was full of Yu Jiao agreeing to let him accompany her to work. Why would she agree to this thing that was obviously to satisfy his unreasonable demands?

It was like a gentle warm breeze caressing his heart. His dead, cold heart suddenly beat a few times, a "boom, boom, boom" sound echoing from his chest. Zhou Qingyan's face was frozen, his movements forgotten. The corners of his lips were raised high, and his eyes seemed to be covered with glue and clung to Yu Jiao's blushing face.

Jiaojiao likes me.

Zhou Qingyan laughed silently.

Yu Jiao patted his arm: "Put me down."

Zhou Qingyan was naturally unwilling. Yu Jiao glared at him, but before she could say anything, he suddenly put her down, opened the door, and naturally put his arm on her shoulders. After holding Yu Jiao tightly, he stepped out of the room.

"Let's go, let's eat."

…

There is an entire night market street next to the residential complex, and this time period is when the night market business is at its busiest. When you are hungry, you want to eat anything you smell. Yu Jiao repeatedly emphasized that there should not be too much intimate behavior outside, otherwise Zhou Qingyan will be judged as unqualified. She didn't think that just two or three words could make Zhou Qingyan compromise.

But he was surprisingly obedient.

He stood beside her honestly, without holding hands or hugging her, but that was if there wasn't the black energy wrapped around his limbs.

Yu Jiao bought a little bit of everything and ate slowly. There were a lot of people around, so it was inevitable that she would have physical contact with passers-by.

Every time this happened, she would hear Zhou Qingyan's voice, trying to restrain himself but still gritting his teeth: "...Who the hell is he? Jiaojiao, did you see what he looked like? With his awful and disgusting appearance, he actually came to you and asked for attention. How dare he... A toad wants to eat swan meat!"

Since arriving at the night market, Zhou Qingyan has hidden his figure and followed Yu Jiao closely, with black energy wrapping around her body unscrupulously.

There was indeed a boy passing by just now. Yu Jiao didn't take it seriously and moved to the side, but was still bumped by him.

"..." Yu Jiao stared blankly at the other person's back, "He might have been careless. Don't say that about others."

Zhou Qingyan followed Yu Jiao's request and did not touch her actively the whole night. The empty palms were very uncomfortable, but he could still bear it. The black air spread to her body. He integrated more of his perception into the black air, which wrapped around her limbs and waist. He felt the satisfaction of having Yu Jiao in his arms, but the various men passing by her were full of stench.

Zhou Qingyan was sure that the man who touched Yu Jiao's shoulder did it on purpose.

"Jiaojiao doesn't believe what I say," Zhou Qingyan said in disbelief, glaring gloomily at the man who disappeared into the crowd. "You'd rather believe a strange boy than me?"

Yu Jiao: “…That’s not the case.”

Before she could figure out how to explain, Zhou Qingyan walked towards the man. In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qingyan grabbed the man by the collar and threw him in front of Yu Jiao.

The man didn't react to what happened, he just felt severe pain sweeping through his body. People passing by this place slowed down their pace, wanting to watch the excitement but pretending to be just passing by.

Soon they gathered into piles.

Zhou Qingyan appeared, pinching the man's collar: "Did you deliberately bump into my girlfriend just now? Tell the truth, if you dare to lie... I want you to die tonight."

He lowered his voice the last sentence.

The chilly wind seeped into the man's ears, and his whole body began to tremble inexplicably.

The man was completely bewildered. "Don't hit me, I didn't mean to! I was just in a hurry and was walking fast, so I bumped into you! You can't just hit people. I'm going to sue you!"

He then looked at Yu Jiao: "...What's wrong with you? Do you really think you're a fairy and think everyone likes you? You were the one who complained to your boyfriend, right? I didn't see anyone around you just now. How could you really think everyone likes you? What kind of person is that? Just based on your looks, I wouldn't even like someone who jumped on you...ah!"

The crowd gathered there, simply to watch the fun unfold, arguing with each other with great delight. Unseen by them, a thick, terrifying black aura wrapped around the man's neck, and a hoarse, breathless cry for help emanated from his throat.

Zhou Qingyan said sullenly, "If Jiaojiao isn't a celestial being, then you are? How dare you judge Yu Jiao? Why don't you take a piss and reflect on your own character? Someone like you isn't even worthy of carrying Yu Jiao's shoes..."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He pinched the man's jaw, revealing his scarlet eyes unconcealed in front of the man: "How dare you think that? If Jiaojiao really falls in love with you one day, guess how I will kill you?"

These words were spoken in a low voice.

Then he said in a voice that everyone could hear: "It's not intentional. How do you know my girlfriend is alone? How do you know I'm not with her? It seems that you deliberately observed her. Is it fun to deliberately bump into her?"

Zhou Qingyan grabbed the man's hair and slammed it to the ground twice.

He looked up, and there was still scarlet in his eyes.

His tone was so nasty that it swept across all the men watching around him: "...Jiaojiao, have you seen the true nature of these men? They are so lustful that when there are crowds of people, they look for lonely women and touch and grope them as they please, pretending that it was not intentional. And then, do you see anyone standing up to speak up? Maybe they agree with what he said in their hearts. It's just a touch, so what? Nothing happened... They are disgusting, ugly, and selfish..."

Someone couldn't stand it any longer and retorted: "You are a man too, what right do you have to say that about us? Do you think you are..."

Zhou Qingyan looked up and stared at him.

The man who was speaking instantly felt a surge of evil energy. Not only was his throat blocked by the inexplicable terrifying pressure, but also because of Zhou Qingyan's superior appearance. Compared with the men watching, he was indeed at a crushing level.

Everyone was speechless.

The man pinned to the ground was already dying.

Yu Jiao sighed in her heart.

Zhou Qingyan looked up at her, his red eyes fixed on her, and the viciousness and madness in his eyes were replaced by clingy dependence and love, as if he was a child who needed his parents' approval, trapped in the crowd alone and helpless.

What he said was very exaggerated and contained a lot of disgust and rejection towards homosexuals. Yu Jiao found it funny and helpless.

She developed a sense of responsibility to protect Zhou Qingyan, even though the love he defined was extremely exclusive and exclusive.

"Stop fighting, don't kill anyone."

She was already handling the situation with ease. Yu Jiao held Zhou Qingyan's hand. His hand was ice-cold, completely wrapped in hers. She looked directly into Zhou Qingyan's eyes, still filled with resentment. "...You're right. They're nothing compared to you. Don't get angry over irrelevant people. I'm not full yet. Let's go shopping up ahead. I remember there's a delicious little shop up ahead. Come with me."

Zhou Qingyan blinked slowly.

He looked as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

“…”

He can't handle it just by holding hands?

Although he usually seemed outspoken and omnipotent, Yu Jiao felt his whole body trembling uncontrollably just by holding his hand. He was stunned and quickly pulled his hand out of her palm.

Yu Jiao pursed her lips, not looking very happy.

Why is it okay for him to hold her hand, but she will be rejected if she holds his hand?

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't swallow this anger. Yu Jiao firmly grasped Zhou Qingyan's wrist and glared at him, meaning, "Just hold my hand, what can you do about it?"

Zhou Qingyan was still at a loss. He didn't expect Yu Jiao to take the initiative to hold his hand in public. Outside, she always kept a distance from him. He was her lover who could not be seen in public. Although their relationship had changed now, it was because he forced it. He was still uneasy and afraid.

Zhou Qingyan pulled his hand out again.

Yu Jiao completely forgot that someone was watching. She slapped the back of Zhou Qingyan's hand as he pulled it out: "Can't I hold your hand?"

The voice was angry.

Zhou Qingyan explained: "It's not like that, Jiaojiao... It's not like that. How can it not be possible? You can do whatever you want."

He lowered his head, pulled out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped his hands that had touched the man. The scent of the wipes remained on his palms. Then black air swept over his palms, sweeping away all the faint scent that did not belong to him.

Zhou Qingyan looked at her expectantly: "My hands have touched something dirty, but now they are clean."

Yu Jiao didn't say anything.

Zhou Qingyan held her arm, and they stood up and walked away from the crowd. His hands hung naturally at his sides, and they walked slowly towards the stall that Yu Jiao had mentioned.

"Jiaojiao," Zhou Qingyan waited for a long time but saw Yu Jiao make no move, so he urged her with a hint of dissatisfaction, "I've wiped my hands clean, they're clean now, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao."

Yu Jiao walked on the other side of his body, pursed her lips, and clasped her hands. She could feel him touching the back of her hand from time to time while walking. She was the kind of person who would step back when others took the initiative, but would take the initiative even when others stepped back.

Zhou Qingyan's slightly anxious urging fell into her ears, as noisy as the chirping of birds in spring. She silently counted to three seconds in her heart.

Zhou Qingyan stopped.

He thrust his hand into her clasped hands and, without beating around the bush, complained in a wronged tone, "Jiaojiao. It's not that I didn't want to shake your hand just now, it's just that I was dirty after touching someone else. I've wiped it clean now, so you can hold hands."

A hint of smile still slipped out of Yu Jiao's tightly pursed lips. Compared to Zhou Qingyan's full hug, the simple hand holding at this moment made her feel the trembling and joy in her chest.

"Okay, I understand."

She loosened her clenched hands and held Zhou Qingyan's large hands in her palms, shaking them slightly forward.