Chapter 108 Water Ghost 31
The stabbing pain in her chest wasn't fake. Could it be that Zhou Qingyan, enraged and humiliated, had decided to seek revenge? For a moment, Yu Jiao didn't know whether to be happy or worried. She was happy that her goal had been achieved, revealing Zhou Qingyan's true face. She was worried that she might die here tonight.
The blade tore through her home clothes. Yu Jiao endured the pain in her chest, her eyes showing a pleading look, her face pale, and she leaned back against the sofa to try to avoid the advancing knife. Zhou Qingyan's hand held the handle of the knife firmly, his eyes reflecting Yu Jiao's fear, and the hand holding the knife retreated slightly.
"Jiaojiao," he sighed suddenly, "What are you afraid of?"
He used his free hand to tear open the torn pajamas. The soft and solid clothes were easily torn into rags by him, revealing Yu Jiao's chest. There was a small red mark on the place where her chest was lifted up, which was left by the tip of the knife. There was no bleeding and no broken skin.
Zhou Qingyan pressed his fingertips on it and rubbed it a few times, and the red mark slowly disappeared. "...I've told you so many times, how could I bear to hurt Jiaojiao? You just don't believe it. Don't cry, don't cry, Jiaojiao. Look for yourself, is there any skin broken?"
His fingertips moved to Yu Jiao's eyes, wiping away the tears that continued to fall. He said with regret, "It's my fault. If I had known you were so timid, I wouldn't have scared you like that... Jiaojiao, be good. I'll let go of the knife and not touch it, okay?"
Yu Jiao gripped the knife handle, still a little scared. She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, afraid that if she said something insulting, it would anger the man in front of her and who knew what he would do? She glanced at her chest. There was indeed no skin broken, but it hurt, it hurt a lot!
She glared at him secretly, and Zhou Qingyan seemed to sense something. Yu Jiao clenched her fists and decided not to be sneaky. She glared at him fiercely in front of him, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
The hand holding the knife handle faintly touched the blade. Zhou Qingyan took her right hand, snatched the knife away, threw it on the coffee table, and gently touched Yu Jiao's pouting lips: "...Do you know how to kill me?"
Yu Jiao looked up blankly.
Could Zhou Qingyan still tell her this?
Zhou Qingyan's beaming smile was like a piece of syrup-coated jelly. Given his personality and style, Yu Jiao was definitely unwilling to take any path that could kill him. Otherwise, how could he smile so... viciously? Yu Jiao remained silent, listening intently to hear what he had to say.
Zhou Qingyan said, "Jiaojiao, if you want to kill me, you have to kill yourself first. Remember the heart I fed you? My life has long been connected to yours, or rather, I rely on you to survive in this world. If you really hate me and want to kill me, then point the knife at your heart. Remember, only your heart can kill me."
Yu Jiao's entire body went numb. The trembling sensation of the knife tip against her chest still lingered. Her eyelashes trembled, her eyes still red from crying, and the twinkling of an eyelid revealed a heart full of grievance and sadness... She had never intended to kill Zhou Qingyan. At most, she felt annoyed and thought he was sick, but he not only threatened her with a knife, but also often frightened her...
Tears are the most useless. When she first met Zhou Qingyan, her tears were mostly physiological tears, because she was scared. Later, even when she lived with Zhou Qingyan, even though he often made horrible behaviors beyond her cognition and unreasonable demands, Yu Jiao never cried. She was very strong and endured it. But now she couldn't help sobbing softly.
Yu Jiao sat quietly on the sofa, with her head down and not saying a word. Zhou Qingyan thought she was frightened by his words and would never mention leaving him again. He was just about to say a few nice words, asking her not to be afraid of him, when he heard a low sob. His whole body trembled violently, and he looked down, only to see Yu Jiao crying silently with red eyes.
Zhou Qingyan panicked: "Jiaojiao...what happened to Jiaojiao?"
Yu Jiao tried hard to swallow her tears, but she couldn't. Instead, they became more and more violent. In the end, the tears flowed down her face, and her vision was blurred. She could only see Zhou Qingyan's enlarged face. She didn't know where the anger came from, so she raised her hand and pushed him: "Stay away from me."
There was a loud bang.
Yu Jiao's eyes widened in shock.
Through the mist, half of Zhou Qingyan's face was covered with a sunken slap mark, and his overly pale face showed a strange horror due to shock.
Yu Jiao didn't even dare to cry. She hunched her shoulders and hid away from Zhou Qingyan. Even though she had accidentally hit him in the face, it was not right to hit anyone casually. Zhou Qingyan's sudden silence made Yu Jiao's heart hang in the air. She sobbed a few times and explained in a panic: "I... I didn't mean to do that. Don't be angry. If you are angry, just hit me back..."
She closed one eye, opened the other slit, and put the half of her face, which was red from crying, into his hand.
Zhou Qingyan laughed helplessly, his low laugh reaching Yu Jiao's ears. She hunched her shoulders even more tremblingly, and his smile suddenly froze. When his fingertips touched Yu Jiao's face, she trembled even more violently. Was she afraid of him? Zhou Qingyan's chest was instantly filled with resentment and anger, as well as a faint sense of heartache and self-blame. He removed his fingers and replaced his lips with hers, gently kissing her cheek, then leaning in to her ear.
"You're my girlfriend, what's wrong with hitting me a few times? It's okay, Jiaojiao, you..." He wanted to tell her not to be afraid, but after thinking about it, he felt that this sentence was too empty. He simply picked her up and walked to the bathroom. He wiped her tears with a towel dipped in warm water, and covered her red eyes: "Jiaojiao, you're afraid of me, right?"
Yu Jiao's face was covered with a towel: "...It's okay."
"Little liar." Zhou Qingyan's face was gloomy. His face in the mirror was horrible, with bloodshot eyes. He covered Yu Jiao's eyes with the towel again the moment she opened them, and did not take the towel away until her face returned to normal cognitive range.
Perhaps it was the warm towel that eased her mood, Zhou Qingyan's embrace didn't seem so scary anymore. She half leaned against his embrace and muttered, "You already know, why are you asking?"
Zhou Qingyan paused, carried her to the dining table as if nothing had happened, and put her on the chair. The food was still warm. He opened the hamburger box, touched it and found it was still hot, so he handed it to Yu Jiao's lips.
Yu Jiao was so tempted by the aroma that her courage to fight him faded a lot. She opened her mouth and let him feed her bit by bit. Zhou Qingyan fed her the whole hamburger and reheated the red date milk before handing it to her.
Waking up with an empty stomach, Yu Jiao had long since lost the energy to fight Zhou Qingyan. She diligently finished the food on the table. When she was almost done, Zhou Qingyan leaned over and touched her stomach: "...Are you full?"
Yu Jiao nodded.
Zhou Qingyan took away the trash and came to her. He straightened her head, which was shaking left and right, unwilling to look at him: "Yu Jiao."
He rarely called her by her first name.
"Tell me what of my behavior frightens you, and I'll do my best to change it, okay? I'm not a living person after all, and sometimes I can't help myself. Don't be afraid of me... I'm telling you the truth. If you want to kill me, only you can do it."
Yu Jiao curled her lips secretly. Only she could kill him? That would be the price of both of them dying. Ultimately, whether he lived or died, Yu Jiao had to accompany him. When he was alive, he was like a dog-skin plaster. When he died, he would drag her down with him.
Zhou Qingyan pinched her mouth: "Don't pout, speak."
Yu Jiao whimpered twice and slapped his hand away: "I can speak when I want to, and I can stay silent when I don't want to. Are you going to deprive me of my freedom to speak?"
"That's not what I meant." Zhou Qingyan squatted in front of her, looking bewildered for the first time. "Jiaojiao, I just hope you won't be afraid of me..."
"Then stay away from me."
"...Jiaojiao? I won't leave you."
"Since you won't leave, don't pretend to listen to me."
"...Except leaving you, I agree to everything else."
"Okay," Yu Jiao took his hands away and stared at him with her eyes downcast. "I have to go to work, I have to date friends, I want to stay out all night, I don't want you to interfere with my freedom... You have no right to interfere!"
Yu Jiao was prepared for Zhou Qingyan to go crazy. He would not hurt her anyway. She thought carefully about what happened in the past few months. Zhou Qingyan was basically a paper tiger. He roared a few times with bluffing, but in fact, he had no way to deal with her. When he was very angry, he could only beg, cry and make a fuss in her ear like chanting a spell - she only realized it now!
She raised her eyebrows quietly and looked over. Zhou Qingyan's face was as white as paper, and blood vessels kept popping out of his face. Yu Jiao's ability to endure was improved again. After seeing half of Cheng He's disgusting face, Zhou Qingyan's expression was not as frightened as before.
She waited leisurely, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Qingyan's facial expression returned to normal, and there was even a gentle smile at the corner of his lips. When he looked at her, there was an expression of pride and satisfaction.
"Jiaojiao said I have no right to control you? I am your boyfriend, Jiaojiao admitted it herself..."
He didn't bring up the subject anymore. Deep down, he knew he couldn't achieve it. "I'm not interfering with your freedom. Don't you think I know what you're thinking? You hate going to work, you hate dealing with people. Now I have the chance to let go of everything you don't like and stop compromising. Why are you unwilling to do that?"
"Don't refuse just to resist me. Jiaojiao, think about it carefully. What's wrong with staying at home?"
——What’s wrong with staying at home?
Of course.
But Yu Jiao doesn't like being forced.
She sat quietly in the chair, without saying a word, thinking quietly. Zhou Qingyan thought she had listened to his words, and a sincere smile appeared in his eyes. He held her hand on her knee.
"A park has just been built near the community. Shall we go check it out this afternoon?"
"Or go to the mall."
Yu Jiao jumped off the chair: "No, I won't go out, lest some people suspect that I'm cheating."
She went into the bedroom and closed the door.
…
When Yu Jiao fell asleep in the middle of the night, Zhou Qingyan stared at her for a long time. His slow brain began to work again in the silent night, and those thoughts entangled by malice and obsession slowly began to straighten out a clear line - what he wanted was Yu Jiao's love, not her fear.
She was easily moved by her feelings. Perhaps she was living with him out of fear or habit, but Zhou Qingyan constantly worried about what would happen if she fell in love with another man. The thought of her running away from him for another man in the future was like being thrown into a raging fire, and he wanted to kill any man who might appear by her side and capture her heart immediately...
Only love.
Only love can make her stay by his side willingly.
Rather than fear.
Not a habit.
Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao...
Zhou Qingyan repeated her name over and over in his heart.
He longed for her dependent eyes, her lips, her embrace, and everything about her... If he hadn't been dead, how would he have had the chance to be with her all the time?
In the darkness, Yu Jiao turned over comfortably, with her arms spread out, almost covering the entire bed. Zhou Qingyan made way to the side, and the next moment her legs suddenly came over, occupying the place he had just sat. He found a relatively spacious corner, continued to sit cross-legged beside her, staring at Yu Jiao.
Zhou Qingyan learned to suppress his outward emotions. He guessed that his resurrection was related to his obsession with Yu Jiao during his lifetime. Therefore, it was very difficult for him to restrain his love for Yu Jiao. He wanted to be close to her when he saw her, and he would feel uncomfortable all over if she left his sight for half a second... But he had to be patient. Yu Jiao's attitude had changed a lot recently. For some reason, she no longer insisted on going to work, and even refused to take a walk in the park downstairs. She woke up every day and watched TV with snacks in her arms. Sometimes she would follow Zhou Qingyan wherever he went.
Zhou Qingyan was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it on the surface.
Yu Jiao was holding the last bag of potato chips in the house, pretending to tune into the TV program while observing Zhou Qingyan's whereabouts. She had not gone out for a whole week at home and did not feel suffocated. But at this moment, she felt her blood boiling, and her eyes were almost glued to Zhou Qingyan. Even Zhou Qingyan himself had noticed it. His hands on the refrigerator door clenched one by one, and his straight figure swayed noticeably a few times.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly. How could he not notice Yu Jiao's gaze? She was staring at him intently, making him feel embarrassed. He inexplicably straightened his back and secretly wondered how he was dressed today, whether there was anything wrong... There was not much food left in the refrigerator. He usually bought fresh vegetables at the morning market, which usually lasted for four or five days. The snacks he bought at the supermarket were also based on a week's worth of inventory. It was time to go shopping.
Zhou Qingyan closed the refrigerator door, walked to Yu Jiao, held her lips and kissed her, tasting the cucumber-flavored potato chips. Yu Jiao tilted her head back and let him kiss her, her posture submissive and obedient, her free hand holding his arm.
Stop panting.
Yu Jiao asked him, "Where are you going?"
Zhou Qingyan wiped her lips clean: "There are no vegetables or snacks at home. I'll go out and buy some and be back soon. Do you want any snacks?"
Yu Jiao shook her head.
Zhou Qingyan's preparations for going out were simple, he just had to put on his shoes, but his steps were particularly heavy today, and he couldn't get rid of the gaze stuck on his back, as if an invisible thread was tying him up. He clenched his fists, and before he pushed the door open, a cool breeze blew on his back. He stood still, and Yu Jiao jumped onto his back.
"Zhou Qingyan, where are you going?" Yu Jiao hugged his neck tightly, clamped her legs around his waist, and hung firmly on his back.
Black energy surged over and supported her buttocks.
Zhou Qingyan seemed to have fallen into a pile of cotton, with the soft cotton wrapping him up from all directions. Yu Jiao's enthusiasm and retention made him as happy as a child at this moment, with tears of joy hidden in his eyes. He blinked to hide the overflowing deep satisfaction.
"Supermarket, shall we go together?"
He wanted to see Yu Jiao's expression, but remembering that she had repeatedly emphasized that she was afraid of all his inhuman behaviors, he had to suppress the urge to turn his head, and tried to twist his neck within the range that Yu Jiao could accept, staring at her face obsessively.
Yu Jiao suddenly laughed.
Laughter…like the treacherous kind of laughter that comes from a successful plot?
Zhou Qingyan's excitement gradually cooled down after hearing Yu Jiao's words.
She said, "Want to go out? No."
Yu Jiao jumped off his back, and walked to his front while using her hands to push away the black air that was surging over. She had been waiting for the day when Zhou Qingyan would leave, and now her wait was finally over. She pushed Zhou Qingyan into the living room, and Zhou Qingyan's hind legs were hit by the sofa, and he suddenly fell on it.
Yu Jiao also knelt on him.
She supported herself on the sofa and sat up straight. She didn't mind the little incident. Instead, she looked down at Zhou Qingyan as if she had received help.
She replied with all the words he had said to her: "Zhou Qingyan, do you know that girls like your appearance? Besides, your subordinates at the company, your classmates at university, and your suitors don't know that you are still alive. What if they run into you when you go out and get excited and pester you?"
Zhou Qingyan's face turned pale.
He moved his arms slightly, and was immediately pinned down by Yu Jiao. She guarded against him like a thief, pinning his arms to the sofa and wrapping two strands of black energy around his wrists. The black energy obeyed and imprisoned him obediently.
During the pushing and shoving, two buttons of Zhou Qingyan's shirt came undone, revealing his chest. The part hidden inside that was particularly conspicuous against the pale skin was faintly visible. Yu Jiao glanced at him with a red face, staring at him with an expression that made her look even more obvious.
"...Can't I take a look?"
If Zhou Qingyan was a living person, his face would have flushed red by Yu Jiao's actions, but at this moment he just fluttered his eyelashes, and his skin turned transparent white. The two strands of black energy wrapped around his wrists sensed the emotions of the main body, and trembled with little strength, but they forced themselves to complete the task of binding him.
"Yes... Jiaojiao can do whatever she wants." Zhou Qingyan bit his lip, his dark eyes quickly glanced at Yu Jiao, and added: "...you can do anything to me."
Yu Jiao covered his mouth: "What are you talking about?"
Only Zhou Qingyan's two eyes were exposed. The submissive attitude revealed when he blinked made her blush and her heart beat faster. She folded her hands and pressed them on his mouth. Suddenly, she felt a wet touch. When she realized it, it was his lips that were close to hers, and maybe he was even secretly sticking out his tongue... Yu Jiao quickly took her hands away and pretended to rub them hard on his body a few times.
"I'm talking to you seriously, be honest, don't think about messy things, and don't do them... Shut your mouth and don't even blink!"
Zhou Qingyan: "Jiaojiao..."
He tried to reason with her: "There's no food at home. If you're worried about me, let's go to the supermarket together, okay? In my eyes, no one else is as cute and lovable as Jiaojiao. Let's go to the supermarket."
Yu Jiao refused firmly: "You can't leave my sight."
By now, Zhou Qingyan completely understood Yu Jiao's possessiveness. It was clearly revenge, but what could he do?
He slowly placed his hands on her thighs, and while she didn't react, he moved them to her waist and gripped it, fixing her position. The disappointment and sadness in his heart made his eyes darken, and his tone was slightly aggrieved: "...I thought you were jealous. Forget it, Jiaojiao, there really is no food at home. If I don't go out to buy some, I'll be hungry at noon..."
Yu Jiao: "If you want to go hungry, then go hungry. You can't go out anyway."
Finally, this day had come. She'd been locked up at home, unable to go anywhere. How could Zhou Qingyan just go out whenever he wanted? How could it be that easy? She leaned down, grasped his chin, and lifted it slightly, saying without question, "It's too dangerous out there. You absolutely must not leave my sight, and you must not be seen by other women. The mere thought of their eyes on you makes me so angry I want to die."
Zhou Qingyan's strength was vulnerable in front of Yu Jiao. He was as fragile as a newly born bird. He let her pinch his cheeks, and his white and slender neck bent into a graceful arc, appearing in front of her.
He is very handsome.
He didn't have a feminine look, but rather a slightly aggressive and sharp appearance. His jawline was smooth and natural, and his side profile was as tough and domineering as a sword drawn from its sheath. But a man with such appearance was panting rapidly under Yu Jiao's hands, his eyes full of red tears.
There were red bloodshot eyes in Zhou Qingyan's eyes.
This was his emotional reaction.
Yu Jiao was afraid of angering him. After all, the words she had just said clearly had a vengeful meaning. She noticed that Zhou Qingyan's face had changed. Due to the posture they were in, it was difficult for him to attack. The hand that was holding her waist showed signs of exerting force.
She took full force and pinched his cheeks, squeezing the man's lips slightly pouting. She leaned over and kissed him twice.
"I'm saying this... ahem, it's for your own good. Don't be angry. You always leave me at home and go out shopping. Who knows who you might meet out there? You're so pretty, what if someone snatches you away? Isn't that right?"
When she left, Zhou Qingyan raised his head and chased after her, but found that Yu Jiao had no intention of kissing him again. Reluctantly, he pressed her back forward, tasting her lips as he wished, and pressed her back hard with his palms.
He said vaguely, "If I don't go out, you can't go out either."
Yu Jiao swallowed. "Okay. Fair enough."
Zhou Qingyan: "There's no food at home, you'll be hungry."
He added: "I don't need to eat, but Jiaojiao can't. If you don't eat for a long time, you will starve."
Yu Jiao laughed indifferently: "The worst that can happen is that I'll starve to death."
She couldn't break free from the big hand on her back, so she followed the force and pressed against his chest, biting his protruding Adam's apple as if to vent her anger.
As expected, I heard Zhou Qingyan's surprised gasp.
Yu Jiao said, "Don't even think about leaving the house today."
Feeling that just saying this wasn't enough, she stared at the white teeth marks on Zhou Qingyan's neck and looked into his eyes.
"You stay by my side and don't go anywhere."
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