Chapter 111 Water Ghost 34
Yu Jiao planned to return to work tomorrow, so she didn't hesitate to wash up after returning home. While brushing her teeth, she texted her director to explain recent events. Strangely, Zhou Qingyan didn't interrupt her the entire time.
Not normal.
Zhou Qingyan wanted to use super glue to stick the two of them together so that they couldn't be torn apart. Yu Jiao went into the bathroom with her cell phone under his nose. How could he resist not coming in to ask?
She put down her phone, rinsed off the foam, and quietly opened a crack in the door to look out.
Zhou Qingyan did not change his posture after returning home. He stood at the entrance in a daze, his overly pale face showing a slightly aggrieved expression, his eyes filled with tears and a hint of hostility, which made a startling red mark at the corner of his eye.
Hearing the door open, he looked over.
The hand held by Yu Jiao was slightly raised, with the fingertips curled up in a half-caged position, as if trying to grab something.
Yu Jiao poked her head out: "What are you doing standing at the door?"
Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes, a hint of complaint in his tone: "Jiaojiao is so impatient to get back to work? We just got home, and we haven't even had time to say a word. I haven't even had time to change my shoes, and you shook my hand off and ran into the bathroom. In a few days, will Jiaojiao not even remember my name? Will she even forget me?"
Yu Jiao opened the door helplessly: "...What nonsense are you talking about."
Zhou Qingyan was shrouded in thick black mist, and his face appeared even paler in the gathering mist. The thick mist obscured the chandelier on the ceiling, making the environment inside the room even darker than outside the window. His pupils were as black as obsidian, and staring at him for a long time could easily make people fall into the obsession created by the black mist.
"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao..."
He said in a deep voice: "If Jiaojiao has to choose, she can only choose one of the two. Will Jiaojiao choose me or my job?"
On the way home, Yu Jiao took the initiative to hold Zhou Qingyan's hand. Zhou Qingyan fell into an irrepressible joy the whole time. He even ignored the men who occasionally passed by Yu Jiao. He was completely immersed in the surprise that Yu Jiao gave him. From time to time, he whispered in her ear in a shy tone:
"Jiaojiao took the initiative."
Yu Jiao took advantage of the situation and seeing that he was in a good mood, she asked for work again and repeatedly promised that Zhou Qingyan could accompany her. He agreed immediately, but who would have thought that he would go back on his word when he got home?
Maybe not regret.
Yu Jiao recalled what happened after she came back.
It was almost midnight when she got home. Since she had decided to go to work the next day, she had to wash up quickly. Otherwise, if she went to bed too late, she would definitely stay in bed the next day. So she took off her shoes as soon as she entered the room and rushed into the bathroom.
She shook off their clasped hands.
In the blink of an eye, the room was filled with black fog again, and the moonlight seeping in from the window barely illuminated the road under his feet.
Zhou Qingyan stood in the darkness, with black energy continuously overflowing from him. With his pale face and blood-red lips, he stared at Yu Jiao mournfully. His gaze was like that of a vengeful ghost who had come to take his life, no, to demand his lover to commit suicide for love. The black energy transformed into silk threads and tightly wrapped around Yu Jiao's body.
He was still asking rambling questions: "Will Jiaojiao choose work or me? What is most important to Jiaojiao?"
Yu Jiao paused slightly, the fear that surged in her heart was instantly drowned out by helplessness. She walked in front of Zhou Qingyan without hesitation.
The wrists, ankles, and waist were all wrapped in black energy to varying degrees.
A faint bluish-black stain remained on the area where the body was wrapped, and then disappeared in an instant.
She was thinking whether to tell the truth or to deceive him with sweet words like coaxing a child. What behavior could calm Zhou Qingyan's jealousy?
An idea came to me quickly.
She remembered holding hands at the night market.
Zhou Qingyan appears to be overbearing and unreasonable, but in fact that is just a means for him to show off his strength. In reality, he is worried about gains and losses, lacks a sense of security, and even has a little inferiority complex.
Yes, inferiority complex.
Yu Jiao thought of the black energy that had been deliberately hidden recently, and what she accidentally saw that morning - Zhou Qingyan was hiding in the bathroom, applying her air cushion on his face. The color was originally white, and he was not satisfied. He picked up the lipstick that he was familiar with and applied it on his cheeks, probably trying to simulate the blood color of a living person's face. Unfortunately, he failed.
She was no longer afraid of Zhou Qingyan. In fact, she was grateful for his appearance during this period. Although his possessiveness gave Yu Jiao a headache, it had to be said that even when Zhou Qingyan was at his most terrifying, it only brought visual pollution to Yu Jiao, and her quality of life had improved a lot compared to before.
Whatever you want to eat, someone will make it for you.
Whatever you want, someone will buy it.
I want to sleep with someone.
…
Yu Jiao walked up to Zhou Qingyan and could clearly feel the black energy around him stagnating slightly. Zhou Qingyan lowered his head, his scarlet eyes filled with tears. As if afraid of hearing her answer, he threatened: "... If Jiaojiao chooses a job, if she dares to choose a job... then wait!"
His bluffing didn't frighten her at all.
She already knew what to do.
"Work is not as important as you." Zhou Qingyan's ferocious expression was replaced by astonishment. Yu Jiao laughed secretly in her heart. Her eyes were clear and bright. She looked at the man's slightly parted lips in front of her, and then fell on his sparkling eyes: "Don't ask this kind of question in the future. It must be... well, you are more important. You cook for me, you accompany me to go shopping and night markets, and you can even, ahem, warm my bed. If I had to choose, I would definitely choose you..."
Zhou Qingyan lowered his head and leaned against Yu Jiao's raised palm, like a contented puppy. If he had a tail, it would probably wag it.
"But," Zhou Qingyan's expression was successfully stiffened and ugly by her "but". Yu Jiao couldn't help laughing: "...I have no plans to quit my job yet. I still want to experience the joy of earning money and spending it myself. As a considerate boyfriend, you should fulfill your girlfriend's small wish, right?"
With a considerate hat covering his head, Zhou Qingyan's expression was slightly stiff. He quickly adjusted his mood, pressed his cold cheek against Yu Jiao's warm palm, rubbed it affectionately twice, and hummed muffledly.
"Jiaojiao, you can't lie to me. You admitted with your own mouth that I am the most important. Is that true?"
Yu Jiao: "Of course it's true."
Her eyes were smiling like the crescent moon hanging in the sky, her eyes were clear and bright. She held the man's cheeks with both hands. Zhou Qingyan buried his face in her palms with satisfaction, and then hugged her like an animal in heat, moving around and biting her earlobes and hair.
The smile on Yu Jiao's lips faded slightly, and her eyelids drooped sleepily. Zhou Qingyan obviously lacked a sense of security, so she certainly did not hesitate to praise and compliment him. Appropriate praise was like water and sunshine that irrigated a delicate rose. Only with the necessary nutrients could the rose grow vigorously.
He appears to be a majestic beast of the forest, but in reality he is a delicate rose that needs the careful care of his owner.
…
Early in the morning, Yu Jiao opened her eyes and heard noises coming from the kitchen. Thinking of the male teachers in the office and even the senior male students in the school, she grabbed her hair with a slight headache and thought, "Forget it, forget it. Don't think about things that haven't happened yet."
Zhou Qingyan was frying eggs in the kitchen wearing an apron. The light blue apron was loosely tied around his body. The fabric was loose at the chest, but was suddenly tightened by two ties at the waist. Through the two layers of fabric, the outline of the man's narrow waist was revealed.
The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the smooth and attractive muscles of his forearms.
The hot oil in the wok sizzled. Yu Jiao leaned against the kitchen doorframe and watched Zhou Qingyan expertly beating eggs into the wok. His fair arms swayed before her eyes, and the movement of his raised hands revealed a slight glimpse of his waist.
She looked away and stared at Zhou Qingyan's round buttocks wrapped in casual pants. The aroma of the eggs just put into the pot made her swallow twice. She thought to herself, I have only heard that men do that in the morning, is it the same for women?
It has to be said that Zhou Qingyan's good looks and good figure were the prerequisites for Yu Jiao to tolerate him and gradually accept him. If it was an ugly male ghost who was haunting her at the time, or someone who looked like those self-righteous and wretched men around her, the subsequent development might be "human women would rather die than surrender", rather than the current "human-ghost love".
"Jiaojiao, you're awake." Zhou Qingyan turned around to look at her with a shy and ingratiating smile, "Breakfast will be ready soon."
Yu Jiao nodded, sat down at the dining table, and stared at his back with her hands on her cheeks.
Perhaps because her gaze was too focused and burning, Zhou Qingyan's ears turned red, which was a rare sight. His skin was abnormally white, and now it was so red as if it had been rolled in hot oil.
Yu Jiao was staring intently when Zhou Qingyan turned around with a shy look on his face: "Jiaojiao... are you looking at me or waiting for breakfast?"
His eyes flashed with a broken light, and Yu Jiao answered honestly: "You."
Zhou Qingyan pursed his lips and smiled with joy. After getting a satisfactory answer, his whole body exuded a different glow, like a child who got candy. He turned off the fire, brought the fried eggs and milk to Yu Jiao, then folded his hands on the dining table, his eyes glued to her.
Yu Jiao had long been accustomed to Zhou Qingyan's gaze, and finished her breakfast slowly and leisurely. Zhou Qingyan quickly handed her a tissue. While Yu Jiao was wiping her mouth, Zhou Qingyan seemed to be hesitant to speak, and his expression changed several times - sometimes he was expectant, and sometimes he became vicious.
To prevent Zhou Qingyan from imagining any scenes that would anger him, Yu Jiao asked directly, "What?"
Zhou Qingyan showed a bit of shyness: "Jiaojiao said that she agreed to let me accompany you to work. Is this true?"
He frowned. "...or is it just a lie you told to appease me? In reality, you wanted to stay away from me, so you used work as an excuse..."
"Zhou Qingyan," Yu Jiao interrupted him, "Don't dwell on random things. You know, there are always a lot of annoying tasks to complete besides teaching. I don't want you to accompany me, but to help me."
Zhou Qingyan nodded.
He looked expectant, as if he couldn't wait to leave home immediately, but when he was about to leave, he had to go on a business trip. He stood in front of the half-length mirror, worried about his clothes. His closet was filled with white shirts, which were all formal and had no style.
He unbuttoned his shirt, slightly revealing his bulging chest and pale cherry-colored beads, then unbuttoned his shirt further, revealing his slender waist and abdomen beneath his chest. Zhou Qingyan in the mirror had a solemn expression on his face, and unsatisfiedly fastened all the buttons until the last one. His Adam's apple was prominent on the tightly-sewn collar. Zhou Qingyan in the mirror still had a solemn expression, undecided about how to dress when he followed Yu Jiao.
"Jiao Jiao," Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes in confusion. The mist in his eyes shocked Yu Jiao's heart. She coughed a few times, trying to cover it up, but it only made her cough more obvious. The lingering image of the red tassel on the snowy mountain was in her mind. She swallowed twice, walked forward and unbuttoned a button. Her Adam's apple rolled twice in an instant after being freed. She stopped, shifted her gaze and stared at the ground, her voice a little hoarse: "...We're going to be late, let's go."
Zhou Qingyan glanced at her flushed cheeks, raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand, untied two more, and then took her hand as if nothing had happened: "Okay, let's go."
But I was thinking.
Jiaojiao swallowed his saliva, five times, and he was counting.
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