Chapter 82 Water Ghost 5
The moment the message was sent, Yu Jiao's tears fell uncontrollably. She repeatedly emphasized that one should not cry for a man because he was the one who betrayed their relationship first. But what came to her mind were the sweet memories of the past. At this moment, they were like poison wrapped in frosting. She bit her lip tightly and lowered her eyes.
Wipe away the tears with the back of your hand.
I rubbed my eyes with too much force and they turned red.
Zhou Qingyan watched silently as drops of water fell from his body, soaking the entire carpet. He touched his hair, which was also wet, probably because the snow had melted. He looked at Yu Jiao, whose shoulders were trembling, and bent down to hold her face.
Yu Jiao's red and swollen eyes met the man's dark gaze.
I was so scared that tears welled up in my eyes and wouldn't fall.
He said, "You are allowed to cry only this once."
Yu Jiao raised her head, feeling dissatisfied. Why should I ask you to control me?
Her eyelashes drooped, and she clenched her hands on her knees. His hands, clasped around her face, made her cheeks tremble from the cold water on his fingertips. Her voice trembled, "Don't cry, then... I mean, I'll listen to you."
Her petite body was wrapped in a cotton suspender nightgown, with a thin cardigan on the outside. She put it on while waiting for the takeout. The cardigan was already soaked. Zhou Qingyan tore off the cardigan under Yu Jiao's shameful and angry eyes, leaving only the suspender dress underneath. Her chest was wet with water, as was her abdomen. In fact, Yu Jiao was also completely wet.
Zhou Qingyan took his hand away, and Yu Jiao stopped shaking. He pursed his lips to suppress the surging anger, and his narrow eyes were like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. The eyes that were originally gentle and affectionate, but on his face were fierce, as if asking for life. How could Yu Jiao not be afraid under his gaze?
Although Zhou Qingyan was thin, he had a big frame. When he stood in front of her, his shadow alone completely covered Yu Jiao, leaving no gap at all.
What's more... he is a ghost now...
When Yu Jiao was pushed into the bathroom by him, several incidents of ghosts taking lives flashed through her mind. She couldn't help but feel scared. Could it be that he wanted to experience the affairs of men and women again after death?
Once again, it proved that she was worrying too much.
Zhou Qingyan closed the sliding door of the bathroom.
leave.
Yu Jiao leaned against the door and looked out, fearing that he would suddenly return. As expected, he returned. As soon as he opened the door, he met Yu Jiao's furtive gaze. He couldn't help but laugh, "These are the clothes for you."
Yu Jiao took it without saying anything.
Zhou Qingyan: "I won't peek."
Yu Jiao was worried.
But he didn't come in again. She turned on the shower and the water flowed for a long time. She gradually relaxed her guard. It was really uncomfortable to wear wet clothes, not to mention that there was blood in the water. The strong smell of rust made Yu Jiao feel uncomfortable all over. She washed herself and put on her clothes.
Yu Jiao first stuck her head out and didn't see Zhou Qingyan, so she walked out with peace of mind. Perhaps he had regained his memory and left.
That's awesome.
The mirror was hazy. Yu Jiao opened the bathroom window and wiped away the mist with a tissue. Her face gradually appeared in the mirror.
Not in good condition.
Red eyes and pale face.
She was about to apply a cleansing mask.
A black mist slowly gathered in the empty space beside her. Facing her extremely resistant look, Zhou Qingyan stood beside her with a smile.
After taking a bath, Yu Jiao smelled of a strong rose scent.
It smells like shower gel.
Zhou Qingyan leaned over and stared into Yu Jiao's eyes. Her eyelids were slightly swollen from crying, and her face looked terrible. Even though she tried to pretend to be calm, her trembling lips still revealed her fear. He stretched out his hand, like a ferocious beast stretching out his claws, pressing the prey with no way to escape - a little rabbit - under his claws, and put his hand over her shoulders.
"Cried?"
Yu Jiao neither shook her head nor nodded.
She cried for a while in the bathroom, mainly because she didn't want to cry, but when she thought of Cheng He and Zhou Qingyan who was clinging to her, her tears became uncontrollable.
Zhou Qingyan lingered at her neck, forcing Yu Jiao to tilt her head, exposing the slightly red neck from the bath to his lips. Her hidden artery trembled as if to escape and cried for help. She could feel the blood flow accelerating. She suppressed her fear and begged with trembling lips, "You, you don't like me crying... Then I won't cry anymore. I absolutely won't cry."
Zhou Qingyan pressed forward, touching her slender neck: "No, it's not worth crying for that man."
Yu Jiao lowered her eyes.
In the mirror, the tall man half-held the woman in his arms, with a hand behind her waist to prevent her from falling. Yu Jiao was forced to press her whole body close to his chest. This posture was tantamount to exposing her fragile neck to his mouth in a more exposed posture. Whether it was seen with the eyes or shown in the mirror, the man had a paper-white face, no heartbeat, and as cold as the frozen lake in winter, cold and hard.
Yu Jiao's breathing gradually became rapid.
Zhou Qingyan just touched her and left immediately, sighing, "Jiaojiao has already taken a bath, I can't make you dirty again... Well, there is something I need your help with."
This sentence is so terrifying no matter how you listen to it.
He is a ghost, what does he need Yu Jiao's help with?
She was just an ordinary person without any power. He clearly remembered Cheng He, but he didn't seek help from his brothers and stayed in her house. What else could he be doing?
Yu Jiao guessed.
It’s just that Cheng He is a man and she is a woman. Zhou Qingyan is weak at this time, and it is easier to deal with a woman than a man, so he has to kill her and eat her first.
Just thinking about it makes me tremble with fear.
Zhou Qingyan took something out of his pocket.
Yu Jiao suddenly jumped back, slamming into the door with a clang. Her elbow immediately turned red and she hissed in pain. When she looked up, she saw Zhou Qingyan hiding something behind his back. He asked with a hint of remorse, "Did I scare you?"
Yu Jiao gritted her teeth and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Zhou Qingyan took out his hand tentatively.
Lying in the palm of his hand was a dark red... piece of flesh covered in ice and snow?
The more Yu Jiao looked, the more frightened she became.
He said, "It's my heart... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Jiaojiao. Although I can exist as a ghost, there are many things I can't touch. Or, it's as if there's a thin membrane between me and many things in the world. I need more connections with this world..."
Yu Jiao stared helplessly as he got closer and closer. She finally felt like resisting and wanted to fight for her life.
She fell to the ground and kicked: "You, get out of here..."
Her feet were caught by him, and the feeling of powerlessness gripped her deeply. Tears began to flow again, turning into pleading: "I beg you, I am a woman, you are a man, if you want to possess someone, you should find a man... Cheng He, go find him, don't come to me, I have done nothing wrong!"
Zhou Qingyan shook his head: "No, it's not possession."
He sighed helplessly: "How can I bear to lean over you..." Thinking of a possibility, the paper-white face actually turned red strangely.
Yu Jiao saw him pressing down on her and biting her lips hard. She was still immersed in the horror of her fantasy and struggled desperately. He sent a cold strawberry coated in syrup into her mouth, which exploded between her teeth. Before she could taste it, his tongue pushed it into her throat. She choked and coughed a few times.
His eyes widened: "You, you, what did you give me to eat!?"
Zhou Qingyan half-knelt beside her, resting his head on her soft shoulders, not caring whether he could squeeze in or not. He and Yu Jiao huddled in the narrow space between the sink, the sliding door, and the wall, holding her waist and listening to her heart pounding wildly in her chest due to fear.
"Yu Jiaojiao, I give it to you."
Yu Jiao didn't understand.
Zhou Qingyan stopped talking.
He finally gave his heart to her.
…
There was a splashing sound in the bathroom; it was Zhou Qingyan taking a shower.
Yu Jiao slumped over on the sofa, face in her hands, lost in thought. She clutched her chest, then her stomach, but felt no discomfort. It was just a heart attack, wasn't it? No big deal!
Just think of it as duck liver, duck lung, duck heart, and duck brain...
She was a person with a rather divergent mind, and she gradually figured out Zhou Qingyan's vague words.
Zhou Qingyan said that he no longer had any relatives in the world, so after becoming a ghost, his soul could only wander around. No one would offer sacrifices to him during festivals, and he would gradually become weaker until he disappeared, or perhaps his resentment would grow and he would become a fierce ghost.
At that time, Yu Jiao thought, aren’t you considered a fierce ghost?
His face is so pale that it's scary.
The clothes were all covered in blood and water was dripping down, staining her carpet, which she had to wash.
Family members in this world are defined by blood.
Swallowed his heart and melted it into her blood.
Then Yu Jiao became the person in the world who could offer him sacrifices... It was nothing more than burning paper money, offering some food, and using incense to increase his power.
Yu Jiao didn't want to do this, and didn't want to have anything to do with him.
But being haunted by a ghost, what else can she do if she doesn’t listen?
After thinking for a while, Yu Jiao felt sleepy and slowly fell asleep. Zhou Qingyan came out of the bathroom, washed off the water stains and blood on his body, wrapped the wound on his chest with a bath towel, stood in front of the mirror, and fiddled with his hair a few times. He saw that half of Yu Jiao's body was hanging under the sofa, and if she had been any later, she would have fallen to the ground.
Zhou Qingyan hurried forward and picked her up.
Putting Yu Jiao into bed, he heard her mumbling, "Cheng He... I'm sleepy... Stop making noise..."
Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes, his expression dark and difficult to discern.
The hand that was pinching her arm did not let go, and gradually increased its strength, as if it wanted to pinch its entire palm in. Yu Jiao frowned in pain, crying out in pain and asking him to let go.
He finally came back to his senses, staring at her sleeping face, and said in a restrained tone: "Yu Jiaojiao, don't love him anymore..."
He whispered, "Love me, please."
Yu Jiao couldn't hear it.
Zhou Qingyan covered her with a blanket and turned to leave.
Cheng He was no longer a threat. The moment he cheated on her, he was no longer worthy of Yu Jiao. He was jealous that she had once offered her sincerity to Cheng He. He was jealous that Cheng He had once possessed Yu Jiao. This resentment gripped his heart deeply. He stood at the door of the building, letting the cold wind blow in. The chaotic black shadows wrapped in the invisible wind seemed to overturn all the bricks and tiles here -
Fortunately.
They broke up for good.
Zhou Qingyan walked downstairs and picked up a nice-looking wooden stick. He returned to Yu Jiao's house and started working. When Yu Jiao woke up, she saw... a tablet on the bedside table.
There are five big characters engraved on it:
My husband Zhou Qingyan.
There is also a line of small print:
His wife is Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao almost couldn't breathe. She was easily angry when she got up early. She held the wooden sign in one hand and lifted the quilt with the other. Her fierce anger immediately dissipated when she saw Zhou Qingyan pushing the door open.
"The wooden sign is a little dirty, can I wipe it for you?"
Zhou Qingyan had a pale face and was naked, wrapped only in Yu Jiao's bath towel. Seeing her guilty expression, he guessed what she was thinking. He held her shoulders and pressed her down hard as she looked like she was going to die.
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