Chapter 228 Evil Spirit 24
When he was lost in thought, Zhang Yanhui was the source of all his terror. Now that he was before him, that fear vanished without a trace. Jiang Chunmian sat up, hugging the quilt and leaning against the headboard, making room for Zhang Yanhui.
Zhang Yanhui sat down at her feet and looked at her with his body tilted.
"Can't sleep?"
Jiang Chunmian had the habit of letting her hair down before going to bed. She rubbed her hair in the quilt for a while, her face didn't look very good, and she stared at him with a faint gaze.
Jiang Chunmian: "I can't sleep."
Zhang Yanhui pursed her lips for a moment and asked, "Are you... afraid of me?"
To be fair, Zhang Yanhui had nothing to fear. The bright light, as bright as day, shone on his face. Aside from his paler complexion and darker eyes, he looked just like anyone else. He sat beside him, leaning sideways, his expression of concern completely dispelling the inexplicable fear.
Jiang Chunmian rubbed his hair and hesitated, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Zhang Yanhui pursed his lips and looked at her intently, his two dimples slightly showing a sense of inexplicable grievance.
His hands supporting the bed tightened unconsciously, and he muttered, "The truth."
Jiang Chunmian: "A little..." Zhang Yanhui's face darkened instantly as he finished speaking. However, that gloom wasn't at all aggressive, rather it was as if he had suffered a great injustice. His eyes began to redden again, though the blood hadn't flowed. His eyes were dry and red, and Jiang Chunmian couldn't bear to see him like that. He added, "To be precise, it's sometimes. Sometimes I'm afraid, sometimes I'm not."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Yanhui asked.
Jiang Chunmian: "Do I have to explain it to you?"
Zhang Yanhui nodded, paused, and nodded again.
"Okay, let me think about how to say it..."
"Tell the truth."
Jiang Chunmian opened her eyelids and glanced at him. Zhang Yanhui bit her lips tightly, her lips turning pale. She tugged at her quilt with all her might, as if her answer depended on his life or death. Was she afraid that it was so important to him? For some reason, she felt an inexplicable joy in her heart.
"I'm not afraid of you now!"
Just as Jiang Chunmian was organizing her words, Zhang Yanhui moved forward and stood directly in front of her. He held her hand, and the cold fingertips made her shrink. She then took her hand, twisted her body slightly, and touched his back.
There were no men's clothes at home, so Zhang Yanhui wore a sweatshirt that she had found to sleep. The sweatshirt was large in size and was used to keep cool in the summer. Although it was a little small on him at the moment, it was barely suitable.
The pink flowers on a green background were bought by grandma at the market. When Jiang Chunmian came back in the summer, he would often wear a sweatshirt and lie on the sofa eating popsicles. The pattern was very eye-catching, but it was suppressed by Zhang Yanhui's serious demeanor and became much more calm.
At this moment, the pattern on his back was instantly soaked with blood. Jiang Chunmian was horrified. Zhang Yanhui said slowly, "He was injured twice here. Both times were caused by Fang Zhengxiang. Once with a machete, and once with a hacksaw."
Jiang Chunmian: "..."
It’s still scary when I think back on it.
Zhang Yan replied: "Although they can heal on their own, when my emotions fluctuate, these wounds will inevitably open up."
Without loosening his grip on Jiang Chunmian's fingers, he changed his position, facing her directly, and led her hand to rest on his arm. The boy's arm was fair and slender, with smooth muscle lines faintly outlined on his arm and light blue veins emerging. In the blink of an eye, that handsome arm became bruised, red and swollen, with a scratch of more than ten centimeters on the outside of his forearm, the flesh exposed, and blood oozing out.
Jiang Chunmian's eyes widened in shock!
Zhang Yanhui frowned and recalled, "I was scratched by a branch when I fell from the building. In that short moment, I thought about grabbing the branch, but I was unlucky. The branch only grazed my arm, and the next moment, I fell to the ground..."
Jiang Chunmian was brought into Zhang Yanhui's memories. He tore off the intact protective film in front of her and showed her his bloody face. The fair and delicate boy slowly turned into a bloody appearance. His head, neck, and limbs were covered with scars. Fortunately, the height he fell did not break him into pieces, otherwise he really didn't dare to show it to Jiang Chunmian.
People's fear is mostly due to the unknown. He tried his best to act like a normal person in front of Jiang Chunmian, hiding all the factors that caused her fear, but this actually aggravated her negative emotions.
As he peeled back the veil covering his wounds, layer by layer, Jiang Chunmian was presented with his most horrifying appearance since landing. She opened her eyes wide, examining each of his scars. Her gaze settled on the side of his face, where he'd said a stone had once been embedded in the ground. Now, the stone was gone, leaving only a pitted, bloody wound.
Her eyes moved again, and as she followed his words, she imagined his situation at that time. The sound in her ears was gradually replaced by a buzzing sound, and it seemed as if fireworks exploded in front of her eyes. The fireworks were made of blood, and when they fell to the ground, they soaked her head and face. Although the temperature was warm, it was extremely cold when it fell on her, making her heart shrink.
"Why are you crying?" Zhang Yanhui reached out and wiped away her tears.
No wonder my cheeks felt wet, it turned out I was crying.
Jiang Chunmian ignored his hand that fell on her eyes and reached out to touch his eyeballs. His skin was as white as paper, and two eyeballs were embedded in it. Without whites, they were dark and gloomy, staring straight at her. Her fingertips touched his eyelids, and she felt the eyeballs droop. She felt the eyeballs roll. She wanted to open them, but she held down her eyelids, preventing her from moving.
Zhang Yanhui opened one eye. She raised her other hand and placed it on his eyes, closing both of them. Jiang Chunmian's mood suddenly brightened. Even if it was a ghost, so what? She could do whatever she wanted! She turned to touch the blood on the side of his face. It was sticky and real. She wiped it on his sweatshirt and rubbed it, wiping her fingers clean.
Just as Jiang Chunmian finished touching his neck and was about to rub it onto his clothes, Zhang Yanhui quickly grabbed her hand, pulled out a tissue from the bedside table, wrapped it around her fingers, wiped them clean, and then asked her, "Where else do you want to touch?"
Jiang Chunmian became reserved: "No more, no more."
The tissue turned around and landed on his face, wiping away the blood. The exposed wound slowly healed, and the blood-stained face returned to its fair and clean appearance.
"I'm going to clean up. Do you want to go to bed?"
Jiang Chunmian lay down: "Let me try."
Zhang Yanhui turned off the lights in the room and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came out, he had the same scent as Jiang Chunmian. He curled his lips in pleasure, washed his sweat shirt and hung it on the balcony to dry, then walked to the bedroom door and stopped.
A weak, tentative voice came from inside: "Zhang Yanhui, Zhang Yanhui?"
Zhang Yanhui turned the doorknob and went in.
Then Jiang Chunmian's condemning tone sounded: "I could have fallen asleep, but you told me so much, my mind is full of the scenes you described, and I can't fall asleep anymore!"
Zhang Yanhui squatted in front of her and admitted his mistake naturally, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Chunmian turned on the desk lamp and asked him, "You don't actually need to sleep, do you?"
"……Um."
"That's perfect!" Jiang Chunmian lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed when Zhang Yanhui stopped her: "What do you want to get? I'll go."
Jiang Chunmian blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "Get a Chinese textbook."
When Zhang Yan returned to the room, Jiang Chunmian was already lying on the bed, lying on her side with her hands folded under her head. Her eyes were sparkling in the dark. He thought of the first time they met, when her eyes were full of vigilance, and then she threw down her schoolbag and ran away. At this moment, her eyes were full of complete trust, and she lay obediently on the bed, waiting for him to approach.
He guessed her intention but didn't say it out loud. He sat down in the seat she had reserved and asked, "And then?"
Jiang Chunmian said, "You are responsible."
"Well, I'm responsible."
"Read a few texts! It will deepen your memory and divert your attention."
Zhang Yanhui bent down, grasped the edge of the quilt and tucked it in. Jiang Chunmian put his hands into the quilt, leaving only his head exposed. His eyes were sparkling with stars, and he looked energetic, not at all like he wanted to sleep.
He put his hand over her eyes and said, "Close your eyes. I'm going to read."
"Yeah." Jiang Chunmian closed his eyes.
Zhang Yanhui's voice gurgled, and familiar ancient poems flowed into her mind, slowly driving away those annoying thoughts. In a half-asleep and half-awake state, Zhang Yanhui leaned over to her ear and said something. Jiang Chunmian's consciousness was fluctuating, so she didn't hear clearly. Then the mattress sank, and he leaned over through the quilt.
Jiang Chunmian fell into a deep sleep.
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