Chapter 113 Water Ghost (End)

For several days, Zhou Qingyan followed Yu Jiao to work at school.

Yu Jiao has little class time and spends most of her time in the office. This period of time is when Zhou Qingyan is most satisfied. He refuses to leave Yu Jiao's vacant chair and willingly squats at her feet.

Like a clingy big dog, the thick black energy wrapped around her limbs like a substance. Occasionally, when Yu Jiao wasn't paying attention, it would reach into her trouser legs, hook her calves and stroke them back and forth.

Yu Jiao pretended to be calm, straightened her back, and glared at him. Zhou Qingyan lay beside her legs, slightly tilted his head, his dark eyes filled with a deep smile. His bright red lips seemed to finally speak because of her gaze, and he called her name tirelessly: "Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao..."

The office was bustling with people. Yu Jiao blushed as she looked around. The male teacher across from her noticed her movements and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Do you need any help?"

Yu Jiao shook her head, her elbow knocking the pen off the table. As she bent down to pick it up, she glared at Zhou Qingyan angrily: "...Don't move it. Put it back."

Zhou Qingyan glanced over and looked at the living man across from him through the void, secretly comparing him with himself in his heart.

Her eyes aren't as deep and bright as his, her nose isn't as straight as his, her lips aren't as soft and beautiful as his petals, and her facial contours are incomparable. Zhou Qingyan felt a little proud in his heart - with your current condition, you're worthy enough to snatch Jiaojiao from me?

Zhou Qingyan made full use of his good looks and didn't want to miss the brief moment when Yu Jiao picked up the pen, so he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Unlike the stubborn and clingy kiss he had in the past, he showed his understanding and sensibility instead.

The black air immediately left her trouser leg as Yu Jiao finished speaking.

Zhou Qingyan hooked his finger around her little finger: "Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao... You've been looking at the computer all morning. You haven't looked at me for a long time, a full two hours and four minutes! Please look at me more, look at me more, look at me more."

Yu Jiao shook her head. She felt like if Zhou Qingyan kept brainwashing her, she would do something awful sooner or later—something bigger than being unable to control herself in broad daylight…

She glanced at Zhou Qingyan's collar, which had opened at some point, and his perfectly carved and attractive chest was half covered and half exposed. His cold white skin looked like a glowing jade under the sunlight, and every inch of his smooth and delicate skin texture seemed to be calling out to her, "Don't hold back, come and touch it." Yu Jiao's fingers moved, and her eyes moved up, staring at his face.

To please your girlfriend, you need to constantly pay attention to her preferences. Everyday gifts are just the smallest things that can please her. The key to making her happy is a harmonious union of body and soul. As a boyfriend, you need a healthy body and a strong physique, as well as a variety of skills and gentle gestures.

To always attract your girlfriend's attention, as her boyfriend, you only need to pay attention to the places where her gaze is most focused, such as your eyes, your nose, your lips, or your good figure... Be natural and unpretentious. Too much pretense will make you look greasy. Only by attracting her casually can you retain her gaze and occupy her heart...

The pale skin and red eyes that Zhou Qingyan hated became his powerful assistants in deliberately attracting Yu Jiao's attention after many days of thinking.

His pale face, slightly thin cheeks, and eyes shimmering with tears, bloodshot as if he had suffered a great injustice. His eyelashes trembled, and his entire face radiated a sorrow and grief that captured everyone's attention. The two buttons of his unbuttoned collar, the pale chest and cherry-colored flowers that flashed past as his upper body moved, were like raging fire, igniting Yu Jiao's shaky sanity.

He accompanied her to work, and needed his help with those annoying and tedious tasks, but she ignored him the whole morning.

Zhou Qingyan's aggrieved look was like a bomb dropped on her heart, with a loud bang. She thought she should comfort him, thinking that she was wrong to coax him into the office and then ignore him. How could she do that?

Yu Jiao pinched his open collar, fumbled to button it up, hiding his dazzling chest, and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

He soothed her softly, "...As you can see, there are many things I need to deal with. I didn't mean to ignore you."

Zhou Qingyan hummed, still tilting his head back, his eyes sweeping across her lips, like an insatiable puppy who had a full belly but was still craving the food in other people's hands.

Yu Jiao kissed him as she wished. Time passed by minute by minute, and the male teacher opposite suddenly said in surprise: "Haven't you found your pen yet? I have an extra one here, you can use it if you need it."

The sound of a chair being dragged.

Yu Jiao quickly straightened up, took away Zhou Qingyan's hand that was involuntarily pressing on the back of her head, straightened up and said, "No need." She stared at the computer screen with an upright posture, tapping her fingers on the keyboard, typing out a series of meaningless characters.

Zhou Qingyan laughed.

He got what he wanted, and his mood improved. Even when he saw the male teacher and Yu Jiao being too close in the office, his heart was not so blocked. Even if the distance was closer, what would it matter? Could they be closer than him?

He stood up, leaning his back against the windowsill, staring down at Yu Jiao, who was sitting upright. The black energy transformed from his body parts crossed the distance between them and wrapped around her shoulders and waist, simulating an embrace.

He raised his fingers and touched the lips that were still fragrant, and sighed: "Jiaojiao... I like you so much."

Yu Jiao pretended not to hear, her heart pounding.

…

The wedding room that carried the lovers' beautiful wishes turned into ruins.

The white walls were covered with a black liquid mixed with smelly blood. The wooden shelves that were specially separated from the living room and dining area were scattered all over the floor, and along with the expensive furniture, they were destroyed and turned into messy broken bones.

The whole house seemed to have been deliberately filled with dozens of rude wild boars, and the originally bright and beautiful house became a dirty place like a pigsty.

Cheng's mother and father worked together to push Cheng He into the house, which was specially purchased for Cheng He's marriage. They spent most of Cheng He's savings in the city center where every inch of land is valuable. Now that the company has gone bankrupt, he is penniless and has disabled legs. He has to rely on his parents' hard-earned money to live for the rest of his life.

He was in excruciating pain.

Looking at the messy house, Cheng He calmly tried to comfort his sighing parents. Something weighed heavily on his mind: Zhou Qingyan's resurrection. He had tried to tell his parents, but they just thought he was mentally ill, and their cautious attitude towards him was heartbreaking.

The house was damaged so thoroughly that the black liquid on the walls could not be removed, so Cheng He had no choice but to go back with his parents to the staff building where they lived.

Cheng He curled up on the narrow wooden bed. This was the room where he slept in his childhood. Outside the small window was a dilapidated building. He heard the sound of talking and laughing downstairs. As the subject of after-dinner conversation, he turned a deaf ear to it and fumbled for the mobile phone that he had finally repaired. Pictures of Yu Jiao's smiling face flashed across his screen.

How did things get to this point?

If the normal process had been followed, he would have been engaged to Yu Jiao, and soon they would have walked down the aisle and moved into the warm wedding room they had built together, and they would have lived happily ever after.

"Xiao Jiao... I was wrong... I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have lost control of myself. Everything that happened now is my own fault. Please don't leave me, please don't leave me... I miss you, Xiao Jiao, but now, how can I have the confidence to win you back... I'm a useless person..."

Cheng He burst into tears.

On the shattered screen was Yu Jiao's mischievous smile.

He stared at her smile intently, thinking of the hideous Zhou Qingyan. His fingers gripping the phone tightened several times before he finally made up his mind and dialed the number.

…

The moment she got home, Yu Jiao was hugged from behind by Zhou Qingyan. His cold lips kissed the side of her face lightly, like a cold and slippery snake moving across her skin. The man's aggrieved complaints rang in her ears: "The food in the cafeteria is terrible, greasy and unhealthy. Poor Jiaojiao has to eat this kind of food. Isn't it better than what I cook?"

A cold air seeped in through her collar, and Yu Jiao shrank her neck: "...How do you know it's not delicious if you haven't tried it?"

"Jiaojiao," Zhou Qingyan paused for a moment, then increased the force of his lips, fiercely sucking out the soft flesh on her face. Hearing Yu Jiao's cry of pain, he said, "Can't I tell just because I haven't tasted it? Or does Jiaojiao think the food in the cafeteria is better than what I cook and prefer it there... What's wrong, Jiaojiao, are you tired of it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about," Yu Jiao turned around. Zhou Qingyan bent down, and his broad chest tightly blocked her between the wall and him. He looked straight at her, and his slightly drooping eyelashes trembled, like a big dog waiting to be stroked.

She first bit his shoulder in revenge, and did not let go until a tooth mark was left. Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes and stared at her actions without stopping her. A neat row of tooth marks appeared on her pale skin.

"It's not deep enough, Jiaojiao. Try harder."

Yu Jiao glared at him.

Zhou Qingyan laughed.

When she returned to the room, she didn't turn on the light in time. The environment was dim, and the black air surrounding her made her vision even darker. Yu Jiao could only see his eyes becoming increasingly crimson, and the arm around her waist slowly moved towards his chest.

Give her the illusion that he wants to stuff her into his chest.

Being in close contact with Yu Jiao and smelling her scent, Zhou Qingyan's sanity was like being gnawed by termites, slowly festering. Her indulgence intensified the dark thoughts deep in his heart, but compared to his previous reckless madness, he was obviously more disguised at this moment, whining in her ear like a poor begging puppy.

"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao..."

"The cafeteria always has the same few dishes, and they're not made with sincerity. I'm a pretty good student, so you can tell me what you want to eat. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are all different... I have to get up early for work, and most of my time in the office is wasted on meaningless socializing and chores. It's nothing like being comfortable at home, where I can sleep in as much as I want..."

He finally sighed: "It's still comfortable at home, Jiaojiao."

When threats failed, he resorted to bribery. Yu Jiao laughed secretly, thinking that if he was just saying this now, once she really quit her job and stayed home, he would definitely interfere with her friendships and make her like him, clinging to him all the time and wishing she was like him.

Considering that he had behaved well outside these days, Yu Jiao turned a deaf ear to his words. However, his nagging in her ear was really annoying. The evil fire that had been seduced in her this morning suddenly emerged. She stared at the opening and closing red lips and thought she really should block it.

His eyes gradually became straight.

Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes, his red, misty eyes seemed to speak, filled with strong expectations: "...In short, it's better to stay at home. I want to see Jiaojiao with my eyes open and Jiaojiao with my eyes closed. It would be better if we were never apart, instead of having work take away my attention during work..."

"...Jiaojiao?"

The sound of buttons cracking.

The sound of falling to the ground.

Zhou Qingyan's back hit the wall, tears still in his eyes, and light blue veins slowly bulged on his pale face. He was stunned, shocked, and shy. He blinked and grabbed the material around her waist helplessly. At this moment, even touching her skin felt like being burned by fire.

"Jiaojiao...what are you doing..."

This should have been done long ago.

Yu Jiao pressed his chest, venting all the resentment caused by her ears being contaminated for a long time on the culprit. Her two lips, as tender as flowers, were as cold as jelly, and it was from here that she uttered those annoying or vicious words.

…

…

Yu Jiao lay down in the quilt and fell asleep. Zhou Qingyan reluctantly pulled his hand away and casually put on the shirt thrown on the ground. The buttons had already broken. There were only the two of them at home, so there was nothing to be shy about. He picked up the clothes scattered on the ground naked and put them in the washing machine. Yu Jiao's underwear was placed in a basin separately.

He skillfully applied some foam, rinsed it clean, dried it on the balcony, and was about to go to the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack.

Such a good thing could happen if he annoyed Jiaojiao. He recalled the scene of her sitting there, baring her fangs and claws like a newborn animal that was not afraid of a calf, with very sharp teeth. He just provoked her with a few words, and she bit his shoulder directly, breaking the skin.

In the mirror, the man's skin was as white and smooth as mutton fat, and his torn shirt was draped loosely on his shoulders. Beads of sweat fell along his neck and into his well-defined muscles. A few beads managed to escape and seeped into his boxer shorts along his waist which suddenly retracted inward.

There are no beads of sweat on ghosts, these are on Yu Jiao's body.

Zhou Qingyan pulled the corners of his mouth together and smiled, staring at the deep teeth marks on his shoulder, as if it was a priceless treasure left to him by Yu Jiao. He touched it again and again with his fingertips until the ringing of the cell phone broke the quiet night.

He walked to the bed, looked at the unfamiliar number, and answered it before Yu Jiao.

The city is brightly lit at night and the traffic is noisy.

Sitting by the window, Cheng He saw the pitch-black night and the moon blocked by the tall buildings. The cold wind of late autumn seeped in through the open window. The moment she heard the man's voice, her heart suddenly shrank.

It was late, and Zhou Qingyan answered Yu Jiao's phone. They had been living together all this time...

It was Zhou Qingyan who made him what he is now.

Cheng He stared at his disabled legs and thought angrily.

He is unwilling, unwilling!

Why is Zhou Qingyan still alive? Why is even his girlfriend coveting her? They used to be brothers!

A surge of anger came.

Cheng He heard a familiar female voice coming from the other end of the phone. He and Yu Jiao rarely spent the night together. He loved Yu Jiao and wanted to take the final step when they got married, but intimacy between lovers was essential. He was familiar with this voice; it was the unconscious coquettish whisper she made when she was most relaxed.

"Zhou Qingyan...you are not allowed to touch her! You can't touch her! She is my girlfriend!"

Zhou Qingyan found the meaningless roar ridiculous. In the past, he would be jealous to the point of madness because of this sentence, but now... Zhou Qingyan leaned over and kissed Yu Jiao's sleepy eyes, and then fell on her slightly open lips. Yu Jiao's vague murmurs became louder. She originally wanted Cheng He opposite to hear it, and wanted him to prick up his ears to understand who Yu Jiao's girlfriend was now.

It's his, it's his, it's his!

But at the last moment he suddenly changed his mind, thinking that only he could hear Jiaojiao's beautiful voice, and no one else was worthy of it.

Covering the phone with one hand and supporting himself with the other on the pillow, he gently kissed Yu Jiao's lips, kissing away her sleepiness. Yu Jiao twisted his arm angrily: "I want to sleep! Zhou Qingyan, stop making trouble."

Then, a strange voice came from my ear: "Xiao Jiao."

The voice was hoarse and in extreme pain.

Yu Jiao's whole body was stiff.

She looked up at Zhou Qingyan, who looked normal, not like he was about to get sick. Her heart dropped. What she feared most was that Zhou Qingyan would think she and Cheng He were secretly having an affair. Given his personality, it wasn't impossible for him to do that.

Zhou Qingyan stood up, regardless of his naked body, and lay directly into Yu Jiao's bed, hugging her waist.

"Jiaojiao is my girlfriend. I advise you to call her by her name. You are not worthy of calling her 'Xiaojiao'."

"I don't understand how you became like this, Zhou Qingyan. She has always been my girlfriend. How could you do this?"

"It's mine now."

Zhou Qingyan pulled his lips together and said, "Cheng He, since we used to be brothers, I'm going to advise you not to focus on Jiaojiao anymore, otherwise I won't let you go. How does it feel to be in a wheelchair?"

His face suddenly darkened as he recalled the sweet scene of Cheng He and Yu Jiao buried deep in his memory. His face was like a jar of jealousy: "...You were never worthy of dating Yu Jiao. Not worthy, not worthy, not worthy!"

Cheng He's face was ashen, his broken legs were in excruciating pain, the damage to his hands was less severe, and he could barely control himself after recuperating for many days, but he could not accept the fact that he would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and he wished to skin and bone Zhou Qingyan, who caused all this.

There was a strong hatred in his eyes, but his tone was calm: "...I was blind. I didn't even know that the good brothers around me were coveting my girlfriend. Even if you get her now, what can you do? I am the man Xiaojiao loves the most. I accompanied her through the happiest time of college. She is about to enter the marriage palace with me. If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened!"

Yu Jiao's college days were a past that Zhou Qingyan didn't want to recall. During that time, he was in the midst of a burning fire, hiding in a dark corner, his eyes glued to the couple's intimate actions and gentle smiling faces, wishing he could replace them.

Talking about his college days, he recalled the ambiguous intimacy between couples that he had witnessed countless times and which was deeply hidden in his memory.

At that time, he was a complete outsider.

Even now, even after having done the most intimate thing with Yu Jiao, he still couldn't feel at peace.

He was always worried that Yu Jiao didn't love him.

But I'm afraid of him.

Several hideous scarlet veins suddenly appeared on the pale face, like the lines on the cracked ground that covered the exposed skin. In an instant, the warm atmosphere dissipated and a cool black air filled the entire room.

Yu Jiao huddled in bed in a daze.

Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes to look at her, his scarlet eyes showing madness, like a devil crawling out of hell. His lips fell on Yu Jiao's trembling cheek, his voice deep and hoarse, and there was a cold chill in his words.

"Jiaojiao, you are mine now... no one can take you away!"

The action of falling on her face was gentle. Zhou Qingyan held her face and rubbed it constantly. That terrifying face was not so scary anymore. Yu Jiao took a breath and held his wrist: "Don't worry about what Cheng He said. What he said has already happened. Don't dwell on the past, okay? Don't be angry."

Zhou Qingyan still had that sullen expression: "Jiaojiao cares about me, I don't mind... Of course I don't mind. Jiaojiao, go to sleep, aren't you sleepy? Close your eyes and have a good sleep. Do you need me to tell you a story to comfort you?"

How could Yu Jiao possibly sleep? She pulled Zhou Qingyan's arm and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Zhou Qingyan was silent for a moment, then told the truth: "Cheng He has your things, I want to take them back. No one can touch Jiaojiao's things, let alone Cheng He. Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. He's already a cripple, and can only curse helplessly..."

Her eyes turned to resentment: "Jiaojiao had such poor taste in college. How could she fall for a man like this? If I had known this would happen, I would have pursued Jiaojiao boldly. I regretted wasting so much time just thinking about it."

"...These are all messy things, don't take them."

"No, Jiaojiao's things, even used waste paper, cannot be left in his hands. I will be back soon," Zhou Qingyan sighed, "Can't you sleep without me around? Then I'll coax you to sleep before leaving."

He smiled a sweet, contented smile.

Yu Jiao didn't want to get involved in this mess, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She pulled at his arm. He was naked and there was nowhere else to hold on to except his arm. She said in a somewhat unquestionable and delicate tone, "I want to go too. I'll go with you."

Without waiting for Zhou Qingyan to answer, Yu Jiao poked his arm and said, "Give me my clothes."

Zhou Qingyan was silent.

He didn't want Yu Jiao to see Cheng He again.

Yu Jiao kept poking his arm: "Go and get my clothes."

Zhou Qingyan pursed his lips: "...You can't look at him, you can't talk to him, and you can't rekindle the old relationship!"

He opened the wardrobe and put on his clothes first, deliberately choosing a set of clothes of the same color as the one he was wearing. He took Yu Jiao in his arms and put the clothes on her personally. He buttoned her coat from head to toe and covered her face with a scarf.

"Jiaojiao, Cheng He betrayed you and got involved with other women. He's not only dirty but also disgusting. Forget about everything that happened in college. Don't think about it anymore. It's best to forget it immediately... You didn't even have a relationship with him in college. How could you be with such a dirty guy?"

Start talking nonsense again.

Yu Jiao struggled to get off the ground, but Zhou Qingyan held her tightly. She simply gave up the idea of walking and just hummed a few times perfunctorily.

Came to the former wedding room.

Zhou Qingyan kicked the door open, and the already shaky door collapsed to the ground. As early as when he arrived here, black fog had covered the entire building, and the quiet night was not disturbed by the noise.

Yu Jiao stared at the changes inside the room in shock. She couldn't believe that just a few months ago, this was a warm wedding room with red "囍" characters on the walls. But now the walls were covered with sticky darkness and the furniture had been maliciously damaged.

Cheng He was not inside.

The room was empty.

Zhou Qingyan's sinister voice echoed in the empty room: "Oh, it's all my fault. I came to the wrong place. Cheng He has disabled legs and can't live without a wheelchair. How could he possibly live here? I don't know where his parents are... Does Jiaojiao know?"

Yu Jiao knew.

But looking at the miserable state of the house in front of her, she felt pity in her heart. It was Cheng He who did the wrong thing. Cheng He's parents were both honest people. During the relationship between Yu Jiao and Cheng He, the old couple treated Yu Jiao like their own daughter. Knowing that she had depended on her sister since she was a child, they would give Yu Jiao a share of any delicious food they made at home.

She shook her head: "I broke up with him a long time ago and I have forgotten it a long time ago."

Zhou Qingyan didn't say anything.

Just at this moment, there was the sound of a wheelchair sliding across the ground outside the door.

Cheng He appears.

He looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. He was sitting in a wheelchair, with his hands slightly bent on the armrests.

He is no longer as gentle and handsome as before.

Behind him stood a middle-aged man in strange clothes.

The man narrowed his eyes immediately when he saw the dark air in the room and Zhou Qingyan’s pale face.

Cheng He: "Master, I didn't lie to you, there really is a ghost."

The middle-aged man, wearing Taoist robes, held a yellow talisman covered with spells between his fingers. "No wonder I saw a faint black aura swirling around Qingcheng when I passed by it. It turns out there's a ghost!"

Taoist priest? Yu Jiao had been hiding behind Zhou Qingyan. After seeing clearly what the person at the door was wearing, her heart immediately tightened. She subconsciously stood in front of Zhou Qingyan and cast a worried look at him.

Asked quietly: "Can he hurt you?"

Zhou Qingyan grabbed Yu Jiao's wrist, shielding her behind him again, and smiled arrogantly: "Just him? What a joke."

The Taoist's face darkened. "You are so arrogant! Today I want you to see how powerful I am."

The moment the yellow talisman in his hand flew out, Zhou Qingyan pushed Yu Jiao away and let the yellow talisman papers scatter around him.

Cheng He stared at Zhou Qingyan with hatred, and naturally noticed Yu Jiao's action of blocking him. His heart sank, and he shouted: "Yu Jiao! Open your eyes and look at what Zhou Qingyan next to you is. He is not a human, he is already dead. He and I were brothers before. How can he be so cruel to me and make sure he won't be cruel to you in the future?"

"Letting the master send him away is the right thing to do. Do you want to live with a ghost forever?"

"He can kill me today and you tomorrow."

"He is a ghost, not a human."

Yu Jiao's mind moved, and she stopped where she was, wanting to step forward to stop him. Zhou Qingyan was a ghost, he had a bad temper, and was extremely possessive of her. Wouldn't it be better to send him away?

She can return to her normal life.

Life without Zhou Qingyan.

She stood there motionless. Zhou Qingyan's expression suddenly darkened as Yu Jiao hesitated. Black energy surged out uncontrollably, devouring the flying yellow talisman. After all, yellow talismans were not easily obtained. Soon, only one was left in the Taoist's hand. He widened his eyes in horror: "Impossible... Impossible, how could this not cause any harm to you!"

Not without harm.

Zhou Qingyan's chest was torn, and his limbs had cracks of varying degrees. Black mist was coming out of the cracks. Such wounds were obviously not enough to show to Cheng He and the Taoist priest who wanted to kill him, but Yu Jiao saw that the veins on Zhou Qingyan's forehead were bulging with pain, his usually straight back was slightly bent, and his drooping hands were shaking.

He is in pain.

Yu Jiao's eyelashes trembled.

Dig your nails into your palms.

She certainly yearned for a life without Zhou Qingyan, but she was nostalgic for the days when he was by her side, even though he was a ghost, without the thinking and tolerance of a normal person, and even though he often talked nonsense.

But - he can cook delicious meals, he will protect her and help her when she is bullied, and even coax her and pamper her.

Doesn’t Yu Jiao want to have a lover whose heart and eyes are filled with only her?

She didn't want to lose Zhou Qingyan.

While she was thinking, Zhou Qingyan had obviously imagined something that was enough to drive him crazy. Yu Jiao's hesitation after hearing Cheng He's words made him fall into uncontrollable madness.

My body hurts.

Like it's about to split.

But so what?

The endless energy turned into a thick black gas that covered the entire house. The Taoist priest, who Cheng He had found from nowhere and was not very skilled, was wrapped in the black gas and passed out. Cheng He's wheelchair was corroded by the black gas until only scattered parts were left. He fell heavily to the ground.

Let out a scream of unwillingness.

At the same time, Zhou Qingyan's body reached the limit of what he could bear. The places touched by the yellow talisman made a sizzling sound like barbecue, and the black air covering the entire room suddenly retracted into his body.

He lay in a pool of black blood, staring at Yu Jiao with his scarlet eyes.

"Jiaojiao, come here, come to me."

Cheng He lay on the ground amidst the shattered parts and shouted, "Xiao Jiao, he's a ghost. You've been with him for a few months, so you must know his true nature better than I do. Look at what happened to me. He was just attracted to you for a while. Can you guarantee that he'll keep his interest in you forever?"

"Take the yellow talisman at hand and place it on him. He's about to die. Xiaojiao, kill him, and you'll be able to return to your normal life..."

Zhou Qingyan grinned weakly, "Kill me...Haha, Jiaojiao, you want to kill me? Come on, aim at my heart, and I'll die, and you can get rid of me."

His face suddenly darkened.

"Jiaojiao, even if you kill me, I won't let you go. Don't ever think of getting rid of me!"

Cheng He's urging voice sounded.

Yu Jiao's head was buzzing with the quarrel between the two people. She grabbed the yellow talisman that fell at her feet and walked towards Zhou Qingyan under Cheng He's surprised and expectant gaze. Zhou Qingyan tilted his head back, with deep sadness and pain in his eyes. He wanted to bite her to death. Despite such anger, he did not do anything to hurt her when she approached. He just raised his arm and grasped her ankle with his palm.

Stare at her closely.

He kept saying, "Jiaojiaojiaojiaojiaojiao, don't even think about getting rid of me!"

Yu Jiao sighed.

Don’t you know how to say a few nice words at this time?

Even begging her and softening her stance would be better than threatening her fiercely now. What if I make her angry?

She pried open Zhou Qingyan's hands that were gripping her ankles, and with great effort, she gathered all the yellow talismans she could find on the ground in her palms.

Cheng He: "Kill him!"

Tear, tear.

The yellow paper fell to pieces.

Cheng He's eyes were bloodshot.

He was breathing heavily, lying on the ground, with a look of resentment and unwillingness.

Yu Jiao stepped on the yellow talisman and held out her hand: "Be quiet for a while. You have wounds all over your body, but you are still stubborn. Can you stand up? Let's go home."

She remembered what Zhou Qingyan said, that he would only die if he stabbed her heart in her chest. Her worries disappeared and she glared at him reproachfully.

"I told you not to go out, but you didn't listen and ended up with injuries all over your body. Are you satisfied now?"

Zhou Qingyan indeed closed his mouth. The strength that supported his body inexplicably dissipated as Yu Jiaosi shredded the yellow paper. His bones went limp and he lay in a pool of black blood. His eyelashes, stained with mist, trembled uncontrollably. After a while, he murmured coquettishly:

"Jiaojiao, it hurts so much... It hurts everywhere. My chest is broken again. It needs Jiaojiao to sew it up with her own hands before it can heal... Jiaojiao, touch me, touch me, it hurts so much."

Yu Jiao was half supporting and half hugging Zhou Qingyan. When she passed Cheng He, her ankle was grabbed. She pushed him away without any reluctance and walked away under Cheng He's painful gaze.

"What if that Taoist priest comes to our house?"

Zhou Qingyan enjoyed his girlfriend's service, half of his body leaning on her arms. He was not ashamed, but rubbed her cheek affectionately: "I told Jiaojiao a long time ago, as long as you are alive, I can live, if you die, I will die with you."

"Seriously."

"The black energy has invaded his brain, and he won't remember what happened tonight."

"Where's Cheng He? He still remembers it."

"He should remember that."

Yu Jiao felt relieved knowing that Zhou Qingyan’s life would not be in danger.

Fortunately, it was night and there were few people on the road.

After returning home, Yu Jiao originally wanted Zhou Qingyan to lie in bed and recuperate, but he insisted that he was stained with the scent of other men and was very dirty. He went into the bathroom and took a shower for a full half hour before coming out.

In fact, he didn't want Yu Jiao to see his miserable appearance with cracks all over his body, for fear of scaring Yu Jiao. Until the creepy cracks were mostly healed, he dragged his weak body and fell into Yu Jiao's arms.

"I'm in so much pain."

"It takes a beautiful hug to heal."

"And kiss."

Zhou Qingyan rested his head on her legs as if he had no bones, hugged her waist, rubbed himself hard into her arms, and pushed her against the wall, with his back against it so that there was no space for him to retreat.

The man tilted his face up, deliberately showing her the half of his face with bloodstains. He blinked his eyelashes a few times, and his eye sockets were filled with tears. He was so artificial that Yu Jiao felt helpless and distressed.

Her fingertips landed on the crack, where there seemed to be life, and cold flesh and blood wrapped around her fingertips. Zhou Qingyan observed carefully and found no resistance from her. He became more and more bold and put her fingers into her cheek, where there was his cheekbone, giving Yu Jiao the illusion of touching hard bone.

Quickly pulled it back.

I only dared to gently stroke the wound.

A satisfied sigh came from Zhou Qingyan's throat.

"There's also a big wound on my chest. It needs Jiaojiao to touch it to heal... and on my arms and legs, too."

In the past, Yu Jiao had never thought about life without Zhou Qingyan. She had imagined a scene without him in her mind, but she found it unbearable. She lowered her eyes to look at the man lying in her arms, her heart pounding.

The cool air seeped into her skin through her clothes, and after being surrounded by it for so long, she gradually got used to it. Once you've formed a habit, it's not so easy to change it.

Yu Jiao used her lips instead of her fingertips and placed them on the broken chest.

Zhou Qingyan's whole body trembled, his neck slightly raised, his eyes filled with joy and incredible shyness. He unconsciously pinched the hair that fell on her face. The strand of black and smooth hair seemed like a warm spring breeze blowing across his heart.

Yu Jiao stared at her chest, which had been cracked after being kissed, at a loss: "...What's going on? Didn't you say it was okay? Why is the crack getting bigger? Zhou Qingyan, are you going to die?"

In the open chest, a heart surrounded by bones and black air was revealed. It was a dark red color and beat slowly twice under Yu Jiao's stunned gaze.

This heart beats only for her.

Whether in life or after death.

The feeling of soft lips against the cleft was still there. Zhou Qingyan suppressed his shyness and put his arm around Yu Jiao's shoulders. He turned over and lay on his back on the bed. Yu Jiao faced the cleft chest and listened to him say in her ear: "...I won't die, how can I bear to die? I will stay with you for a long time. No one can drive me away from you. Even if you die in your old age and become a ghost, I will haunt you, forever and ever."

"Jiaojiao, if you agree to be my girlfriend, don't even think about getting rid of me."

He said in a deep voice: "I can't get rid of it."

Why are you always worried about gains and losses?

Yu Jiao covered his mouth with her hand, not wanting to listen to his chatter. She stared at his chest for a long time and actually got used to this scene which had been quite shocking to her in the past.

At this moment, Zhou Qingyan looked like a delicate flower that was broken by the wind and rain. He said cruel words but his eyes were pitiful, as if he wanted a promise from her.

The black energy that always clung to her and then let go now scattered wilfully on his back. It seemed that he was seriously injured and would need some time to recuperate.

Because he is so pitiful.

Yu Jiao kissed the corner of his lips.

"Where can I find a boyfriend as handsome as you? You're such a good wife and a good cook. I'd be a fool to dump you... Stop thinking about all that nonsense."

She held Zhou Qingyan's face and said, "Take good care of your injuries. I like you... well, the beautiful you. Do you understand?"

The corners of Zhou Qingyan's lips curled up high.

I understand.

Jiaojiao likes him.

Yu Jiao is shy, but he is not.

When sleep came, Yu Jiao lay in Zhou Qingyan's arms, held tightly by him in a restrained position. Every few minutes, she could hear the man's restless confession in her ears: "I like Jiaojiao, I like Jiaojiao the most... I wish I could give you my heart. Oh, I have already given it to Jiaojiao, and you were very scared at that time... I was sad and heartbroken. Why doesn't Jiaojiao like me?"

"You like me now."

Considering his injury, Yu Jiao pursed her lips and did not interrupt him.

My eyelids feel very heavy.

As the night deepened, Zhou Qingyan lowered his voice. He didn't need sleep, but with his beloved lying beside him, he felt satisfied and relaxed, and slowly closed his eyes.

His lover.

Thank her for accepting his love.

Love is not enough to describe his feelings.

Like a burning fire.

He will always love Jiaojiao.

Even if the body is cold, it is not a living person.

No one could stop him from running towards his lover.