Chapter 80 Water Ghost 3
Yu Jiao didn't say she wanted to, and she didn't dare say she didn't want to.
She didn't know what to say or do. Zhou Qingyan's appearance had already shocked her, and his behavior now left her bewildered. What else could she do? He was a ghost...
Zhou Qingyan looked at Yu Jiao in confusion. Her face was pale and she was biting her lips so hard that they were broken and bleeding. It was him who bit her. There was a black mark left by the bite. He reached out to rub it, but it quickly disappeared. He saw that her body was shaking constantly, and her hands behind her back were clutching the sofa fabric, her knuckles were so hard that they turned white.
"Yu Jiaojiao..." He sighed helplessly. "I know you're fickle and easily dislike the old. Well, you're easily tempted by new things. So, if you haven't thought about it, then don't think about it. I've probably been dead for a long time, right? Tell me what you've been doing during this time."
Yu Jiao was trembling as he hugged her from behind. She couldn't see his face and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but she noticed his hands on her waist. He held her in his arms like a child, with her butt sitting on his thighs. The touch was cold and sticky, as if she was sitting in a swamp. His hands were clean and slender, with distinct joints, but they were pale to the point of being transparent, and the veins were bulging due to the force.
I'm really afraid that he will suddenly rob me.
Yu Jiao shuddered.
Then Zhou Qingyan urged, "Why are you always distracted? Let me ask you, what have you been doing at home while I was away?"
Yu Jiao was determined and was about to break free from his embrace and open the door to escape as quickly as possible, but he suddenly lowered his head and sniffed her neck. It was that "smells so good" that made her terrified and embarrassed again. Her courage was gone, and she hummed with her lips like a kitten: "No, I didn't do anything, it's just..."
Zhou Qingyan: "Hmm? Go ahead."
Yu Jiao lowered her eyes: "What else can I do... I go to work, go home to sleep after get off work, wake up and go back to work, that's it, at most I'll be with..."
"Go shopping with friends, no more."
Yu Jiao didn't dare look up at him. She just stared at his hands, afraid that they would suddenly turn into claws and kill her. She stared at them for a long time. His hands still held her waist firmly. Then she heard Zhou Qingyan ask again: "... Did Jiaojiao miss me?"
Yu Jiao's teeth were chattering, but she couldn't express her thoughts.
Zhou Qingyan looked around, his dark pupils reflecting a cold and terrifying dark light. His pale face smiled when he found that the room was decorated in a feminine style. To be precise, it was very much in Yu Jiaojiao's personal style, with plush toys, pink wallpaper, cartoon hooks, and the blanket spread on the ground was also printed with a strawberry pattern.
There was no trace of a man.
Zhou Qingyan pinched her chin, leaned forward, and praised her, "Very good... It seems that during the time I was away, there was no sign of you dating any boys. So, you didn't think about it."
He bit the soft lips between his teeth and moistened them with his tongue. The pale and trembling lips were instantly filled with blood. He looked at Yu Jiao's suddenly red face with satisfaction. He moved away, slowed the strength of his fingers, and asked softly: "Did I hurt you?"
Yu Jiao quickly shook her head: "No, no."
She looked like she was lying. Zhou Qingyan let go and glanced at the takeout box on the table. Inside was a dried-out spicy hot pot. He looked at the trembling Yu Jiao again and thought, it's understandable that she's afraid.
He carried Yu Jiao to the sofa, reached for the blanket, passed his hand through it, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, staring down at the curled-up woman condescendingly.
Yu Jiao looked like a curled-up hedgehog. If she had prickles, her face would be incredibly pale and her eyes swollen. Zhou Qingyan wondered if she was crying like this out of pity for him. His mood brightened, and the lingering dark aura faded slightly. He half-knelt on the ground, his fingers touching her exposed, cold feet. He removed his hand and placed it on the sofa.
"Why are you crying? I won't hurt you."
Yu Jiao suddenly raised her eyes: "Really?"
Zhou Qingyan: "Really—"
She continued, "You are my girlfriend. I love you so much, how could I hurt you? I am too tired now. Go to the kitchen and cook by yourself."
Yu Jiao didn't dare to move.
Zhou Qingyan said with a sullen face: "Go quickly."
Yu Jiao jumped off the sofa like a rabbit and ran to the kitchen.
…
Hiding in the kitchen, Yu Jiao regretted not bringing her cell phone in. She glanced out the kitchen window. This was the fourth floor. If she jumped down and still survived, she would have to face broken arms and legs for the rest of her life. After thinking about it, she put her mind at ease. Zhou Qingyan had no intention of killing her at the moment, so she couldn't anger him.
But cooking? She can't.
Yu Jiao walked around the kitchen with a sad face. There were only snacks and yogurt in the refrigerator, and at most some eggs and frozen dumplings that her sister had prepared before she left. She took a look at the instructions and it was very simple. She was just lazy, not stupid.
He pressed his hand against the sliding door and asked, "Um... um, do you want to eat dumplings?"
Zhou Qingyan stood outside, staring at the photo frame on the dining table. In the frame was a photo of two sisters. The girl on the right had two dimples when she smiled, and her eyes were curved like crescent moons. She looked like a heartless and silly girl. He felt that the cold heart in his chest was slowly showing signs of warming up. Is this the power of love?
Although his memory was a little confused, it did not prevent him from imagining the love between the two when they were alive.
His pale and stiff cheeks forced a sinister smile. In fact, this was the biggest facial movement he could make at the moment. His teeth creaked and his fingertips touched the smiling face of the girl in the photo frame. He said, "Sure, you can eat whatever you want."
Then she complained slightly, "Why are there only photos of me and my sister? Aren't the photos of the two of us enough for you to display? We have so many memories... Well, let me think, my brain is a little slow, but it doesn't matter, I'll remember it soon..."
Yu Jiao screamed wildly in her heart, Don’t, don’t ever think about it!
She still wants to live.
I don't know if it was because he mistook me for his girlfriend that he had no ill will towards me... But he was trying to delay me any further. He was covered in black energy, his face was pale, and he was dripping with water. It was hard to imagine that he was a harmless ghost. After all, his gloomy face was too fierce, gloomy, and evil...
Yu Jiao anxiously cooked the dumplings, until the skins were broken. She scooped them out onto a plate. She looked at the half-dead dumplings and thought of herself now. She sighed and walked out of the kitchen with them. She returned to the living room shrouded in black air. She cleared her throat and said in a low voice, "It's time to eat. You, you...you eat first?"
Zhou Qingyan didn't sit opposite her, but sat beside her. He didn't move his chopsticks, but held his chin with his hand and said, "You eat."
Yu Jiao was indeed hungry. Seeing that he was sincere, she stopped refusing and picked up the food with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. It was so hot that she quickly spit it out. The man's laughter rang in her ears. He said, "Yu Jiaojiao, why are you always so impatient?"
Yu Jiao blushed and lowered her head to fill her stomach.
Zhou Qingyan and Yu Jiao had almost no interaction during his lifetime. She rarely heard him say so many words at once. His tone was very gentle, but because he was dead, it was inexplicably lingering with a gloomy ending, making those who heard it feel a tingling sensation at the back of their heads. Yu Jiao tried her best to ignore this discomfort, calm her mind, and eat her meal in peace.
Who would have thought that the next moment, he would say, "Give me a taste."
Yu Jiao handed him the chopsticks, but he didn't take them. Instead, he held his cheek with his hand, opened his mouth slightly, and stared at her with his narrow eyes, as if he would swallow her in one bite if she didn't give him the chopsticks.
Yu Jiao didn't dare to disobey, so she had to pick out a round one from the pile of ugly dumplings. Unfortunately, it broke in the middle due to her laziness, and she stuffed it into Zhou Qingyan's mouth in tatters.
Zhou Qingyan took a bite and swallowed it.
Yu Jiao chose another one, held it in her hand, and was ready to go at any time.
Zhou Qingyan suddenly fell off the chair and knelt on the ground. He spat out the dumplings he had just swallowed. The ground was wet with the water dripping from his body. The water was faintly black and mixed with dark red blood. Yu Jiao looked away after just one look, shaking her body, afraid that he would vent his anger on her.
That glance just now——
Zhou Qingyan bent his waist, arched his back, with thin shoulder blades and a bony back. It was hard to imagine that this upstart in Qingcheng City, worth over 100 million yuan, could enjoy resources and delicacies that most people could not enjoy, but his body looked like someone who had been starving for a long time, no, he was emaciated due to physical illness.
Was his life terrible?
Yu Jiao thought about it, but had no idea. She was not familiar with him at all.
After Zhou Qingyan got up from the ground, Yu Jiao stared at the dumplings he had spit out. Seeing that he showed no sign of cleaning up, she curled her lips in dissatisfaction. The little movements she thought were hidden were all seen by the man. He looked embarrassed and helpless: "...Sorry, Jiaojiao, I didn't mean to. I really wanted to eat them, but my body couldn't digest them. Can you please clean up the floor later?"
He grabbed the chopsticks without any concealment, passed his hand through them, and explained to Yu Jiao in surprise: "I just got out and am still too weak. I think I need something to increase my physical strength. When I find a way, the hygiene of the whole house will be left to me..."
What he said was very thoughtful.
But Yu Jiao didn't want to listen to a word.
Ways to increase body size?
What else could it be? It must be cannibalism.
Yu Jiao thought firmly.
She lost her appetite, cleaned the table, swept the floor, and sat on the sofa without saying a word. Then, she saw something that made her scalp tingle again -
Zhou Qingyan picked up her cell phone.
"Hey... aren't you forbidden from touching real objects?"
Zhou Qingyan sat next to her and took her finger. Although Yu Jiao showed resistance, she had almost no resistance. Her finger was pinched to unlock the fingerprint lock. The phone screen was clean and there were no pictures that "should not be there".
He scrolled through his phone and said, "Just now I discovered that I could suddenly touch real objects. Jiaojiao, I'm just too tired. It's been almost a month since I walked here from where I died. Fortunately, I found you."
He was saying affectionate words, but Yu Jiao's body was stiff.
I tried several times to snatch the phone back from him, but I was too timid and could only put it into practice in my mind. In reality, I could only lower my head and wait for death.
She almost opened her eyes, not blinking, and watched him click into the photo album. She said with a sweet smile: "We should have a lot of photos. Let me pick out a few good-looking ones, print them out, and put them on the dining table -"
"Who is this man?"
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