Chapter 112 Water Ghost 35
Yu Jiao was not the teacher of the main subject. Influenced by her roommates at university, she always felt that it was a waste of time to go to university without any certificates. The other certificates were too professional and she did not have the patience to study. So she took advantage of her spare time to obtain qualifications in two subjects, the main subject of Chinese and the secondary subject of history.
She teaches students in grades four and five. The teachers in the office who are relatively idle are those who teach secondary subjects and are not class teachers.
Her desk was by the window, and she had been on leave for nearly two weeks. Her colleagues were concerned about her health, but Yu Jiao didn't look away. She pulled her hand out of Zhou Qingyan's and acted nonchalantly, "I just felt a little unwell the past few days. It's nothing serious. I'm completely fine now."
Zhou Qingyan disappeared and followed her. The moment his palm was empty, the joy in his eyes darkened. He tried his best to control the urge to stick to her, and his fingertips turned into a long black air that wrapped around her wrist.
He walked over to Yu Jiao, leaned over to hug her, and looked up at the table opposite: "Jiaojiao, who is he?"
It came as expected.
Yu Jiao pursed her lips helplessly.
Across from her was a male teacher of the same age, who had been admitted in the same year. She had agreed to bring Zhou Qingyan to the office, but the only potential risk was the male teacher sitting across from her. They were of similar age and sat across from each other. The male teacher had hinted about being single, but Yu Jiao had a boyfriend at the time, and he openly admitted it in the office. From then on, while the male teacher stopped being ambiguous, he showed a lot of concern, both overt and covert.
Zhou Qingyan is a person who cannot tolerate any sand in her eyes. He would be suspicious of any opposite sex who passed by her, not to mention the male colleague who she "lives with day and night". Yu Jiao is racking her brains to think of how to dispel her suspicion.
The man opposite greeted her with a smile: "I was really not used to the fact that there was no one across the street these past few weeks. You're finally back."
Yu Jiao smiled in response.
The man was silent for a while, then jokingly said, "I've been having trouble eating or drinking these past few days, and I can't figure out something. Teacher Yu, do you have time to help me figure it out?"
He had a gentle appearance, with dimples when he smiled. He leaned half of his body out from the gap between the computers facing each other, lowering his voice so that only the two of them could hear it. The morning sun poured in, and his whole body was surrounded by warm orange light.
His skin was the normal skin color of a living person, slightly yellowish white. The light from the window could not penetrate his body. The two tables were not very far apart. Yu Jiao seemed to be able to feel the warm breath emanating from his body. This was a feeling she had not experienced in a long time, and she couldn't help but be a little dazed.
Her understanding was further deepened - Zhou Qingyan was dead.
Zhou Qingyan was standing behind her at the moment, leaning down to trap her in the gap between the desk and his chest. A black mist invisible to the naked eye surrounded Yu Jiao. She tried hard to control her expression so as not to let the man opposite her notice anything.
"What's up?"
The man pulled out his phone and waved it in front of her: "I wanted to ask about Teacher Yu's health, but I found out that I had been deleted."
That wasn't deleted by her. Yu Jiao explained, "...Well, something happened to my phone recently. I don't know what happened. Many people can't find their photos for no apparent reason. It turns out they were deleted. I guess I need to change my phone."
The man was slightly stunned: "Is that so? Then let's add it."
Yu Jiao calmly refused: "Let's forget it for now. I don't know if the phone will have problems again."
After saying that, she left the office.
If she had come out half a step later, Zhou Qingyan's black energy would have spread to the male teacher opposite. Yu Jiao thought of the tragic scene of Cheng He's limbs being strangled by the black energy, and she couldn't help but shudder. She left the office and went straight to the stairs. It was morning reading time and there was no one in the corridor.
Yu Jiao took Zhou Qingyan's hand and preemptively pressed him against the wall, explaining, "Don't make random assumptions. I have nothing to do with him."
Zhou Qingyan's face was still gloomy, and there was still blood in his eyes: "Yes, I know, I have seen your chat interface."
Yu Jiao raised an eyebrow: "Chat interface?"
Zhou Qingyan didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about peeking at his girlfriend's phone. He stared at her confidently. His cold, pale complexion didn't show any trace of blood. He looked like a piece of handicraft carefully carved from white jade. His eyelashes drooped. He raised his hand to cover Yu Jiao's cheek and touched it affectionately: "...I've seen you and him. We were just asking about work and other people of the opposite sex. There weren't any intimate words..."
Yu Jiao was puzzled: "You've seen it and you know there's nothing between me and them, so why did you delete them all?"
"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao," he called her name helplessly twice, his eyes growing redder, his thick eyelashes lingering for a long time. The narrow corridor entrance was shrouded in black air, and the two of them were hidden in the thick black fog. The surrounding area was filled with the refreshing cold fragrance of Zhou Qingyan's body. His forehead touched Yu Jiao's, his tone sinister and tinged with jealousy: "... Of course I know they are not worthy of Jiaojiao. They are not even qualified to stay in your phone. They don't deserve to occupy a single second of your time. Although it's just work, Jiaojiao has to waste time replying to their messages. Just thinking about it is intolerable... Jiaojiao doesn't want to delete them?"
Zhou Qingyan had three buttons of his collar undone and his back against the wall. Yu Jiao pressed her hands on his chest, and his shirt wrinkled during the shove, revealing patches of cold white that spread across his eyes. He was completely unaware, and his face was slightly distorted.
His original intention was to pretend to be magnanimous so that Yu Jiao would reduce her fear of him. He also wanted to get along with her like a normal person.
But Yu Jiao's gaze on the man opposite made him extremely panic. That man was a living person, a living person that Zhou Qingyan would never be able to become again in this life. Even if he had excellent cooking skills and money, the temperature of his body could never be restored to warmth, and he could only hug Yu Jiao with his dead body.
Because of swallowing the heart, Yu Jiao was not afraid of his body temperature on a normal basis. However, there were always a few times a month when Zhou Qingyan stayed away from Yu Jiao, fearing that the cool air emitted from his body would hurt her.
Yu Jiao's attention was drawn to the chest spread out before her. In such a cramped environment, it was easy for one's thoughts to wander. She responded perfunctorily, "What if you don't want to delete it?"
The flowing black air suddenly stagnated, and Zhou Qingyan stared at Yu Jiao in disbelief. The viciousness, jealousy, and resentment all disappeared from his face, replaced by indescribable fear and uneasiness. His eyes turned red in an instant, and mist covered his dark eyeballs.
"Jiaojiao." He swayed. "You, you don't want to delete them... Do you want to keep them? What do you want to keep them for?"
The man's trembling voice became unreal. Yu Jiao stared at the broad, cold white chest in a daze. She had never had the courage to admire his figure directly before. She was always worried that she would die in his hands. The sharp blade hanging over her head was confirmed to be a worthless paper knife. She hummed twice perfunctorily, remembering that her period was about to come. Perhaps it was because of the recent unstable hormone levels that she was easily seduced by men?
No one knew what was going on in Zhou Qingyan's mind. The mist surrounding him became thicker and thicker, and even showed a tendency to turn blood red. Yu Jiao looked away with difficulty and met the man's misty eyes.
Yu Jiao: "...Zhou Qingyan, what are you thinking about? Why do you look like you're about to cry?"
Zhou Qingyan tilted his head and stared at the escalator.
Yu Jiao bit her lip, thinking back to what he had said. It seemed as if he was asking her why she kept them. Then she remembered her earlier perfunctory "I don't want to delete them." It was a thoughtless remark. If Zhou Qingyan had heard it before, it would have definitely caused a bloody storm. But he just kept a sullen face and said nothing. Although his face still looked terrifying, his misty eyes looked pitiful.
He had indeed changed. Yu Jiao was practically pressed against his chest. A late student hurried by, and she tensed up nervously. The student didn't notice the two people in the corner. Yu Jiao asked worriedly, "Can't you see us?"
Zhou Qingyan muttered, "Yeah."
Yu Jiao waited for the students to leave with lingering fear. She confirmed again and again that no one was passing by. She relaxed her body and leaned naturally on Zhou Qingyan's chest, with almost all her weight on him.
It felt hard and cold, like a cold, temperatureless rock. His palm was pressed against his chest, where he should have been able to hear his heartbeat, but it was as silent as a pool of stagnant water.
Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes: "I have no heartbeat. Jiaojiao, I am dead. Even if you crawl into my chest, you won't get the answer you want."
"What answer do I want?" Yu Jiao returned the question to him.
Zhou Qingyan didn't say anything.
The hands that were restrained on Yu Jiao's waist exerted force, and the black energy rushed to her body, gathering into an impenetrable nest made of mist. Yu Jiao's vision was dim, and she could only see the outline of the man in front of her.
The darkness amplified Yu Jiao's senses. Her heartbeat pounded inside the nest, isolating her from the outside noise, and her panting echoed clearly in the inner space. She calmed down for a moment and suddenly laughed: "What? Locking me in here means you won't be worried, scared, or afraid anymore?"
Yu Jiao's neck felt sore and itchy, and Zhou Qingyan's soft hair rubbed around her fragile and sensitive neck. He grabbed his precious treasure tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his chest with such strength that he was afraid that someone would snatch her away.
She thought that if Zhou Qingyan wanted to, it wouldn't be impossible.
"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao," Zhou Qingyan's sticky murmurs rang out beside her ear. He held her earlobe in his mouth and spit it out, soaked with wet liquid. Yu Jiao heard his voice, which deliberately suppressed his anger, softly plead: "... Let's go home, let's go home."
How could I possibly go home in this situation?
Yu Jiao was sure that if she went home now, it would be extremely difficult for her to come out again. She wanted her to see with her own eyes that the boy sitting opposite her was good-looking, had a gentle voice, was young, and most importantly, was a living person with a warm body temperature. Just thinking about it, Yu Jiao seemed to be able to see what unreasonable excuses Zhou Qingyan would use after returning home. Not only would he spare no effort to belittle and slander the innocent male teacher, but he would also force Yu Jiao to beg him not to leave him.
Yu Jiao couldn't push his head away from his shoulder, so she simply grabbed his hair and pulled it back. Zhou Qingyan's scalp was tightened by her pulling, and he complained plaintively: "...Jiaojiao, it hurts."
"But if I don't do this, you won't listen to me at all." Yu Jiao let go, her voice filled with a hint of laughter: "You haven't answered my question yet. What answer do I want?"
Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes blinked, hiding the scarlet in his eyes.
Pitch-black fog climbed up the pure white wall and grew wildly at the junction between him and the wall, almost polluting the entire wall of the corridor.
The cold and gloomy aura emitted by the black air penetrated into people's pores.
Yu Jiao felt cold just looking at him and pressed herself against Zhou Qingyan's chest. In reality, his temperature was several degrees colder than it appeared to her, but inexplicably, she felt warm and comfortable being close to him.
Yu Jiao used the bad attitude she had learned from Zhou Qingyan, her eyebrows raised, the corners of her lips half-curled, and she pinched his chin with three fingers: "Speak."
Zhou Qingyan's eyes became even redder, his entire body was pressed hard against the wall, his head slightly tilted back, unable to see the expression on Yu Jiao's face. He was a little panicked, and he couldn't shake off her fingers, so he had to let her pinch his chin.
He said, "My heartbeat."
Yu Jiao shook her head vaguely, unable to tell whether it was a shake of the head or a nod.
Zhou Qingyan understood this as a nod, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and the black energy emanating from him became even more ferocious and terrifying. The thought of the living holding a stronger attraction for Yu Jiao made his heart crack.
He gnashed his teeth and cursed, "Those dirty, ugly living people, what does it matter if they have a heartbeat? What does it matter if they have a fiery body temperature? They don't deserve Jiaojiao's love, they don't deserve to be Jiaojiao's boyfriend, they don't even deserve Jiaojiao's gaze, they don't even deserve to live in the same city with you... Why does he have the right to sit across from you and see Jiaojiao just by looking up... Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why."
Yu Jiao interrupted his meaningless rant, "So you're worried that I'll like someone else. To be more precise, I'll like a living person with a heartbeat and body temperature like me, and that as a ghost, you'll sooner or later be... um, rejected by me?"
Zhou Qingyan's face instantly turned horrible. The two words uttered by Yu Jiao were like an axe appearing out of thin air and smashing into the back of his head, causing his bones to break in pain. "No, no, you can't do this, Jiaojiao, you can't abandon me, never... You can never get rid of me! I won't let you leave me!"
Yu Jiao groaned, and the hand that was pinching his chin changed to cupping his cheek, stroking it soothingly. Zhou Qingyan's shrill cry turned into a pitiful plea:
"Don't leave me, Jiaojiao. Don't say those two words. I can't bear it. Don't dislike me. Don't ever dislike me... Please, Jiaojiao, I can't leave you. I really can't leave you."
The same words sound much better expressed in a different way.
Yu Jiao thought silently for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the chin. Zhou Qingyan's whole body stiffened, and the hand on his waist tightened unconsciously, pushing her closer to his chest. His wide eyes revealed his helplessness and slowly growing surprise.
He begged more and more: "Jiaojiao, let's go home and never come out again. The men outside are disgusting and ugly. Jiaojiao, can you look at me more? Please, look at me more..."
Yu Jiao's eyes curved into crescents, with clear pupils and smiling lips. Zhou Qingyan's gaze was fixed, staring at her sudden smile in fascination. The feeling of accelerated heartbeat from before briefly reappeared, and his cheeks seemed to be poured with hot oil. The half of his face held by Yu Jiao became numb and stiff. Jiaojiao was his girlfriend, she was his.
He couldn't help but call her name: "Jiaojiao..."
"We're already boyfriend and girlfriend, and other men rarely catch my attention. I mean rarely," Yu Jiao said, ignoring his sullen expression. "You're always worried about what you've gained and lost, making wild guesses, and even wanting to lock me away from you. By isolating me from the opposite sex, are you ensuring I'll always be in love with you? This method seems unacceptable."
Zhou Qingyan hugged her, looking panicked.
Yu Jiao: "Your focus is fundamentally wrong. If you want to keep my heart by belittling your competitors, and if one day I lose interest in you, even if you are telling the truth and those men are indeed ugly and despicable, every word you say will make me feel disgusted."
"Jiaojiao," Zhou Qingyan said with a pale face, his hands gripping her waist. The black mist that emerged from it tightly entangled the two of them. He struggled in vain, "No, I will always love Jiaojiao and stay with her forever. Even if Jiaojiao gets tired of me, I won't leave you..."
As he said this, his eyes filled with tears, which turned into light red tears as they slid down his cheeks, leaving two faint tear marks.
"Why haven't I seen you cry so much before?" Yu Jiao frowned in confusion, wiped away his tears, and looked into Zhou Qingyan's crazy and obsessed eyes. After looking at such eyes so many times, it was difficult to feel fear again. Instead, a slight numbness rose from the tailbone. She pressed her fingertips heavily under his eyes.
It seemed as if it was going to rub his skin off.
Zhou Qingyan tilted his head back: "Jiaojiao, be gentle."
Yu Jiao snorted.
"Zhou Qingyan, since I agree to date you, it means I'm ready to accept the fact that you're dead and I'm willing to be with you. Do you know how to deepen my love for you at this time?"
Zhou Qingyan blinked.
Yu Jiao: "If you don't belittle your own sex, even if you devalue them to nothing, even if you isolate me from everyone else, can you guarantee that my true feelings will always be that I like you? Doing that will only make me suffocate, terrified, and want to escape."
"Do you want me to hate you?"
Zhou Qingyan bent down, his tall body arched, hiding in her arms like a small animal longing for warmth. His hair, wet by the black air, rubbed against her neck, and the cold mist wet the collar on his chest. He spoke in a low, confused voice: "...I don't want Jiaojiao to hate me. What should I do? Jiaojiao, teach me, what should I do so that you will love me forever and never leave me... Teach me."
Yu Jiao smiled.
The weather turned colder, and she wore a milky white coat. Her curved eyebrows revealed the warmth of the sun. A thick black air wrapped around her body. The clean milky white coat was covered by the black air, and the exposed skin was covered with black silk threads to varying degrees, as if they were growing in the flesh, looking weird and terrifying.
Her faint smile made her look like a little devil from hell, and her laughter carried an indescribable chill.
Zhou Qingyan's eyelashes trembled as he stared at her seriously.
Yu Jiao's breath touched his Adam's apple. He swallowed hard and listened to her say, "Please me."
"If you please me, even if a more outstanding man appears in front of me and pursues me, I will disdain him. At that time, you will be the only one in my eyes and heart. How can I have room for anyone else?"
There is only him in Jiaojiao's eyes and heart, only him forever.
What tempting words.
Zhou Qingyan's eyes showed hope: "How to please."
"You have to ask yourself how to win a woman's heart."
Zhou Qingyan pursed his lips.
Yu Jiao's eyes inadvertently passed over his chest, and then she withdrew them as if nothing had happened, wondering if he would say anything unreasonable again.
To be on the safe side, he added, "I can tell you that I don't like having my freedom restricted. Occasional jealousy is a little fun between lovers, but inexplicable speculation is not allowed. Zhou Qingyan, I don't like this."
"Jiaojiao," Zhou Qingyan's face was about to darken, and Yu Jiao immediately spoke up: "...But, if you explain the reason for your jealousy clearly instead of losing your temper and being unreasonable, it's not impossible."
Zhou Qingyan hummed in a muffled voice, hugged her waist and pressed it against his chest. A long time passed until Yu Jiao heard the ringing and had to go back to the office, then she pushed him away.
Back in the office, Yu Jiao looked around but couldn't find any extra chairs. Zhou Qingyan said there was no need for one. He glanced at the male teacher opposite with a gloomy look, half-knelt on the ground, held her left hand, rested his chin on her leg, and stared at Yu Jiao.
A voice, muffled by the black mist, reached her ears vaguely: "Will it affect Jiaojiao's work?"
Yu Jiao had no intention of answering the male teacher's question. She was completely attracted to Zhou Qingyan. He squatted on the ground obediently with his chin resting on her thigh. His cold white skin looked like exquisite white jade under the sunlight. His facial structure was delicate and attractive, and his eyes were as deep and charming as the night sky.
Being stared at by him with such focused and obsessed eyes...how can I possibly work seriously?
Yu Jiao took a breath and said dubiously, "It's okay, it won't affect you."
In fact, her heart was pounding.
I wanted to grab Zhou Qingyan by the collar and kiss him fiercely. Why didn't I find him so attractive before? Was he doing this on purpose?
"That's good."
Zhou Qingyan's smiling voice came again. He took advantage of her and put his arms around her waist, burying his face in her waist and abdomen. His open coat covered his head. He actually fell asleep with his eyes closed, full of dependence, in the busy office.
He doesn't need to sleep! It's intentional!
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