Chapter 226 Evil Spirit 22
Zhang Yanhui looked thin, but he had a fantastic figure, with broad shoulders and a slender build. The narrow bed barely held two people. Jiang Chunmian faced the wall, quieted down, and finally considered his current situation.
The chest covering his back felt like a piece of cool jade emitting fragrance. Jiang Chunmian's cheeks inevitably turned red. He immediately remembered the nature of the person behind him, and his excited heart began to beat wildly.
——He is a ghost!
She was screaming wildly in her heart, and the silent night environment exacerbated her anxiety, but at the same time another voice was shouting: He is Zhang Yanhui!
Two different voices competed with each other. Jiang Chunmian curled up tiredly. Since she decided to leave home to find Zhang Yanhui, she had to prepare for the worst. From the current perspective, Zhang Yanhui was still Zhang Yanhui. Even if he had died long ago, he was still the Zhang Yanhui she knew!
Her wild thoughts were forced to stop. The young man who said he would not move around in his sleep slowly moved closer to her back, with his arm across her waist. Jiang Chunmian trembled all over, and a soft voice sounded slowly, "Jiang Chunmian?" Jiang Chunmian did not respond and closed her eyes. The man behind her asked again, "Are you asleep?" Jiang Chunmian's heart was in her throat, pounding wildly. The man behind her did not leave, and his arm tightened slightly.
Jiang Chunmian was forced to lean against his back. In the blink of an eye, the wall was half an arm's length away from her. She was wrapped in an inexplicable sweet fragrance, as if nectar was flowing all around her. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt as pajamas, and her hair was loosely braided with a rubber band. Her long black hair covered her back, and there was a faint trace of something cold covering it.
Zhang Yanhui heard the person in front of him breathing more and more rapidly. His cheeks were flushed, and the wound on his back had not healed completely, with light pink blood seeping out. He didn't care. He tightened his arms, lowered his head, and uncontrollably kissed the back of her neck covered by her hair.
As if it was an accidental encounter.
Zhang Yanhui's voice was low and warm: "Jiang Chunmian."
He said, "I..."
Jiang Chunmian bit his lip and his eyelashes trembled.
He said, "I...don't be afraid of me."
Jiang Chunmian's heart dropped heavily, and the lips pressed against the back of her neck stopped moving. The person behind her seemed to be asleep. The houses in the old building area were not soundproof, and the curses and teasing sounds on the street reached her ears, but she seemed unaware. The trembling heartbeat covered all other sounds. She moved her body slightly, and the hand on her waist stiffened for a moment, and then tightened again. Her face was red, her eyes were tightly closed, and she gradually fell into sleep.
The moment before she fell unconscious, she thought: Do ghosts need to sleep at night?
The answer is no.
The arm on Jiang Chunmian's waist was stiff, but Zhang Yanhui maintained the movement and hugged her greedily. When he heard her breathing gradually became longer, he opened his eyes and stared at her openly. The back of her head, which was covered by her hair, was wrapped in gauze. He kissed her gently, on the blood-stained gauze, and then fell on her hair. He did not dare to use force, and gently held the pure black hair in his mouth.
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When Jiang Chunmian woke up early in the morning and received the news of the school collapse, she was completely awakened. She carefully checked the school notice and was in disbelief.
Just last night, the collapse of the Qinxue Building caused quite a shock to everyone. Although it was announced to the public that it was caused by disrepair, many people in the school saw the blood-stained Qinxue Building with their own eyes. No one believed it when they told others about it. No one dared to be on duty at night. When someone arrived at the school gate in the morning, they found that the high-rise school buildings that had once stood there had all collapsed. The key high school in Tanhua Town was reduced to ruins overnight.
All students are requested to stay at home for the time being and wait for notification from the school.
Jiang Chunmian was drowsy. She rubbed her face and read the content carefully twice before she understood the meaning. Even if she couldn't go to school, nothing changed for her. It was just a change of study location. She put on her slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.
The sound of the door opening.
Jiang Chunmian ignored it and continued brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.
Zhang Yanhui came back with breakfast and the wontons he bought, and put them on the dining table. He saw the quilt in front of the bed was lifted up, and the bed was empty. At that moment, he was panicked and froze in place. He had no idea that Jiang Chunmian might be in the bathroom or somewhere else. His mind was full of her leaving.
Her behavior yesterday had left an indelible impact on him. He was afraid that last night's conversation was just his fantasy, and the reality was that she had already left.
"Jiang Chunmian!" Zhang Yanhui lifted the quilt and called out to her, "Jiang Chunmian!" His tone was extremely panicked, and his eyes were filled with panic. "Jiang Chunmian!" The room was filled with his chaotic and anxious shouts. Like an abandoned little animal, he roared helplessly.
"Hmm..." Jiang Chunmian opened the bathroom door and responded with a mouth full of foam.
Then her eyes widened.
Zhang Yanhui ignored her expression and walked towards her, frightening Jiang Chunmian so much that she took two steps back, leaning her arms against the wall to barely stand.
"Your face..." Jiang Chunmian pointed at Zhang Yanhui's face, his voice trembling. Zhang Yanhui wiped his face casually, feeling blood on his hands. He was immersed in the joy of Jiang Chunmian's recovery at the moment, and did not pay attention to it. He smiled with two dimples showing. He stared straight at Jiang Chunmian with foam in his mouth, feeling satisfied. "I thought you were gone! I bought breakfast. Come and eat it after you clean up. It's hot."
The blood on your face is also hot...
Jiang Chunmian thought secretly. Her arms were stiff, and facing Zhang Yanhui's face was still a little hard to accept. His pupils turned dark again, and two light tears of blood flowed from his eye sockets. His skin was transparent white, and the veins on his forehead were unusually clear, like a coiled venomous snake.
Not only that, his clothes were also stained with blood... and the wound somewhere was opening again and bleeding.
Jiang Chunmian swallowed, feeling that she should adapt to the scene before her. She turned around amidst Zhang Yanhui's unconscious smile, pulled out a tissue from the bathroom wall, and pressed it against Zhang Yanhui's face.
With foam in his mouth, he couldn't speak clearly and mumbled, "Wipe it yourself, wipe it clean!"
Zhang Yanhui wiped it as instructed. After Jiang Chunmian left the bathroom, he washed himself with water and changed his clothes. Jiang Chunmian was already sitting at the table waiting for him to eat. After breakfast, Jiang Chunmian and Zhang Yanhui returned to the street to stroll. Zhang Yanhui, confused as to why, followed her closely, watching her chatting with a street vendor. He waited until the two of them finished talking and then moved closer to Jiang Chunmian.
"Aren't you going to study anymore?"
Jiang Chunmian waved his hand: "Wait a little longer, there's no rush, we'll start in the afternoon."
A street vendor asked, "Are you students from Tanhua No. 1 Middle School? My little daughter goes to school there, too. A few days ago, two girls in her class got into a fight, and it nearly resulted in a fatality. Her mother and I were terrified at home. What happened to your school? I heard it collapsed this morning..."
He said fearfully, "It's good that it collapsed. Let the children stay at home for a few days so that we don't have to worry about it when they go to school, fearing that something might happen!"
Jiang Chunmian held his chin in his hands. "I just transferred here, so I don't know much either. There seem to be rumors in school that someone jumped off a building or something. Uncle, hasn't your daughter heard any rumors at school?"
The vendor shook his head. "I really don't know! Jumping off a building? That's impossible. I've been setting up a stall here for over ten years, so I'm well-informed. If someone really did jump off a building, the news would have spread everywhere long ago! Don't let your imagination run wild, little girl. Just focus on your studies. If you're stressed, just play and relax. You kids..."
Jiang Chunmian bought a bag of vegetable snacks and returned to Zhang Yanhui's house. After closing the door, she turned around and smiled, "No one knows about what happened to you back then!"
Zhang Yanhui was dazzled by her smile and said, "I'm not sure. Maybe the school didn't spread the word out of concern for their reputation."
He became like this a few days after his death, and the school has been plunged into a nightmare ever since. No one knew about the student jumping off the building, and even those who saw it with their own eyes were scared to death.
"That's perfect." Jiang Chunmian took out some snacks from the bag, tore them open, and said as she ate, "Then you just continue studying for the college entrance exam. I'm the only one who knows about this!" Her fingers, which were greasy, were the ones that took the potato chips. She raised three fingers and swore to the sky, "I will absolutely keep this secret and won't tell anyone!"
Zhang Yanhui walked up to her with a smile and nodded. Jiang Chunmian continued to take out potato chips, but before she could put them in her mouth, Zhang Yanhui snatched them away. He opened his mouth and snatched the potato chips from her hand, his eyes full of smiles.
Jiang Chunmian was stunned for a moment, then he took out another piece and stuffed it into his mouth as if nothing had happened, and then the second piece was naturally handed to his mouth.
Zhang Yan replied: "I will make pork rib soup at noon, and we will study together in the afternoon."
Jiang Chunmian blushed and nodded: "Okay, okay."
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