Chapter 83 Water Ghost 6
Yu Jiao didn't consider herself a spoiled girl, but she had a sweet face, a sweet voice, and a soft personality. She was well-liked by her teachers and classmates during her student life. Her college romance was smooth, and her boyfriend always indulged her and held her in his palm. Had she ever suffered any setbacks? She felt the space in her mouth being invaded by a violent storm, occupying it, even her teeth were not spared, like a vicious dog devouring her, and the pain on her tongue felt like needles. Didn't he mind the dirt? He snatched her saliva and swallowed it all.
There seemed to be purple palm marks on the waist.
Until Yu Jiao was out of breath and her eyes were filled with tears, Zhou Qingyan stopped, put his hand over her heart, and lowered his eyes. His breathing was still unstable. He stared at the lips that had uttered the word "Cheng He" last night. His eyes darkened again. The black energy that was faintly flowing around him exuded a violent rage, but he endured it.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Yu Jiao was ashamed and angry and remained silent.
Ever since Zhou Qingyan came, the room has always been filled with an indescribable gloomy and damp atmosphere. Even if the sunlight seeps in through the glass windows, it always seems to be blocked by a layer of white fog. Although you can see the sunlight, you can't feel the warmth.
The thin white arms still had hairs standing up, and goose bumps spread all over her body as Zhou Qingyan approached. Yu Jiao rubbed her arms and found that Zhou Qingyan's body was no longer dripping with moisture. The pale color made her want to fall asleep immediately.
It would be best if she woke up and found out that these were all just a ridiculous dream she had.
Yu Jiao was in a daze.
Zhou Qingyan looked at her.
The woman frowned and gritted her teeth.
Zhou Qingyan couldn't help but say: "Yu Jiaojiao..."
He asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Although he is still alive, he is not the Zhou Qingyan of his lifetime.
When he was alive, he was taciturn and only dared to glance at her secretly in the dark. He could not even speak in front of her and was always tongue-tied. Every time there was a party, as long as he heard Cheng He was going, he would make time to go over no matter how busy he was. He was satisfied just by seeing her. When he occasionally got the chance to be alone with her, he found that the woman was sitting in the corner, far away from him, as if he were a flood or a beast.
He didn't know why he came back to life.
But when he came back to life, he was deeply involved with Yu Jiao.
Although those memories from his previous life still existed in his mind, they had become hazy, like watching someone else's life revolving around him. Only the few memories he had with Yu Jiao were vivid and beautiful, making the cold heart in his chest seem to still be beating...
But he is dead after all.
The places where he touched were dark blue-gray. Yu Jiao's pajamas were all cool suspender styles, revealing her snow-white skin. Clear blue-black palm prints were left where he pinched her, but she was completely unaware of it, only her lips were red. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she secretly glared at him. Unexpectedly, he was looking at her, and she showed that expression of shame and anger after being caught, as if she wanted to scratch someone.
Zhou Qingyan recalled the sweet complaints he had overheard from Cheng He: "What? Xiao Jiao is well-behaved and obedient? You only know a person's appearance but not their heart. I really don't know where these rumors came from. When she gets angry, she wants to tear the roof off... She's most afraid of the cold. In winter, she insists on playing snowballs and wants me to accompany her. I can't even hit her accurately. Not to mention the pain, the snow falls on her face, making it red from the cold. It hurts me too... But she's like a child, stuffing snow down my neck, and even blaming me for her frozen hands... She's the most unreasonable..."
At that time, Zhou Qingyan listened greedily, but also wanted to turn around and leave out of jealousy.
Yu Jiao's face turned pale and her body temperature was slightly cold.
She hadn't realized her change yet, so she followed his lead and replied, "Feeling uncomfortable? Of course I do... Well, I've been timid since I was a child, and I have some heart problems. I'm always making a fuss, and I don't have much money. It's really not a good place for you to stay with me... How about I find a place that can take you in? Or, didn't you just buy a house? A nest of gold or silver is not as good as your own doghouse..."
Yu Jiao explained: "It's not that your home is a doghouse. No place is as comfortable as your own home."
Zhou Qingyan's face was gloomy.
Yu Jiao shut up instantly.
All I heard was his tone, like a ghost demanding his life: "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right by your side... Yu Jiaojiao, don't forget, I gave you my heart."
Yu Jiao bit her lip silently.
Did she beg for food?
He forced it on me.
But what's there to argue with a ghost - she cherishes her life.
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Yu Jiao couldn't understand why Zhou Qingyan had to stick with her when he wasn't looking for anyone else. He was shopping in the hot sun, disrupting her plans to sleep in. She could have easily used this opportunity to leave.
Zhou Qingyan asked her to go shopping in the mall.
Buy clothes, toiletries and so on.
Yu Jiao felt distressed when she thought of his expression as if he wanted to settle down at home. Fortunately, she had the habit of saving money, and her sister would give her money every month. She really didn't want to spend the money on a strange man, but when she thought about her life still in her hands, she felt it was acceptable to use the money as a life-saving fund.
She avoided the sun and walked through the shade of the trees.
I hesitated briefly while carrying my things upstairs.
Do you really want to go up?
Zhou Qingyan's current condition seemed to be that she was very afraid of the daylight, otherwise she would not have allowed her to go to the mall alone. Just when she was stunned, two bang sounds suddenly came from above her head.
It was the sound of knocking on glass.
Yu Jiao looked up.
Zhou Qingyan stood by the window, the sunlight shining on his face, as if penetrating his body, presenting a transparent light. The beam of light that came in was quickly wrapped up by the black air, and in a moment, it was swallowed up. When he blinked and looked again, the window on the fourth floor seemed to be coated with a layer of black clouds, and he could not see the situation inside at all.
Yu Jiao thought.
He has become powerful again.
She climbed up the stairs resignedly. Just as she stood at the door, before she could even take out her keys, the man reached out and took her into his arms. She stood still as if she was used to it.
"Yu Jiaojiao, you'd better hide those thoughts. If I find out and find out that you put them into practice, I will not let you go..."
Zhou Qingyan threatened, "You know I'm already dead. I'm not a human now, I'm a ghost. What's more, you've already eaten my heart. There's no one in this world closer than us. Even if you want to escape, can you escape from a ghost?"
Yu Jiao knew this very well.
The chest was soaked.
The cold touch made the back of her head tingle.
Zhou Qingyan had been washed clean, away from the dirty blood, melted snow, and filthy mud. His body was now clean enough to be somewhat mouth-watering, apart from his overly pale skin. However, there was a place on his chest where the flesh and blood had revealed horrible scars, through which the bones and internal organs could be vaguely seen.
Because he was so emotional, blood started to ooze out of the wound.
Yu Jiao tilted her head, unable to hold it back, and said aggrievedly, "I know, I won't leave. Am I not back?"
She glanced at his chest and her legs began to tremble with fear. When had she ever seen such a bloody and horrific scene?
Zhou Qingyan noticed her gaze and lowered his eyes to see that the woman's clean clothes were stained with blood. She looked at him with disgust, but her tone was pleading: "Can you find a way to block it here on your chest? I don't mean to dislike you, it's just that this looks really scary. I, I can't stand it..."
Zhou Qingyan let go and took the bag from her hand, saying apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't notice. I'll go take care of it right away. Um... Jiaojiao is very well prepared and bought medicine and bandages. I'll go right away."
Yu Jiao rolled her eyes in her heart, wondering why she was pretending to be polite.
But she didn't dare say it out loud. She took a new set of clothes and ran to the bathroom to change. When she came out, she saw a scene that made her back shiver.
Zhou Qingyan sat on a chair, holding a needle in one hand and covering his chest with the other. Seeing Yu Jiao's dull eyes, he deliberately turned sideways to block the bleeding wound and the white silk thread that almost blended with his skin color.
"Although I can wait a few days until I adapt to my current body and find a way to increase my strength, the wound can heal. But if Jiaojiao is too scared, I can only sew it up with needle and thread. At least this way it won't bleed... Your skirt is stained. I'm sorry."
Yu Jiao nodded and picked up her phone to order takeout, but she couldn't help but be curious, even though the scene was indeed too bloody.
She sat on the sofa and glanced sideways, meeting Zhou Qingyan's gaze. She instantly straightened her back and lowered her head to stare at her phone.
Zhou Qingyan laughed: "Jiaojiao is curious?"
Yu Jiao shook her head.
Zhou Qingyan: "Do you want to try it? Suturing the wound isn't difficult, and I don't feel pain. If you're curious, come over... I'm not as careful and dexterous as you, so the stitches are crooked. If you help me, the lines will be more attractive..."
Yu Jiao tilted her head and saw that the needle he was inserting into his chest had gone astray, almost piercing the wound. She looked at her hands, then reluctantly stood up and took the needle and thread from his hand, negotiating with him: "You asked me to sew it for you... If I sew it for you, can you agree to one thing I ask?"
Zhou Qingyan: "I'm not leaving."
Yu Jiao curled her lips: "Something else."
Leave yourself a way out: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Zhou Qingyan was a man who valued friendship and loyalty when he was alive. Whenever his brothers asked him to borrow money, he would not refuse and would give them as much as he could. Cheng He also described him as a very steady and down-to-earth person, although this was completely different from the impression he gave Yu Jiao at this moment.
Bad and vicious.
But in order to feel at ease, she still needed his promise.
Zhou Qingyan said, "Okay."
Then he said bluntly: "I am a ghost, but I was once a human, so I don't eat humans, and I won't hurt you."
Yu Jiao looked at him sideways, meaning, what is the purpose of this?
Zhou Qingyan smiled: "I'm afraid you'll waste your opportunity."
Yu Jiao ignored him, holding the needle and thread, constantly encouraging herself, suggesting to herself that there was a piece of dead pork in front of her, dead pork, dead pork... She closed one eye and opened the other, and pierced the needle through his chest. Her needlework didn't look much better than Zhou Qingyan's, but seeing that his face was normal and there was no pain, Yu Jiao gradually gained courage.
Since I promised him, I have to do it well.
She tried her best to sew it like a work of art, but the result went against her will. Her skills were limited and the stitches were crooked, but she successfully closed the huge hole.
He stared at it silently for a few seconds. There was no blood flowing, the skin was transparent white, and the hideous centipede-like needles were conspicuous and glaring.
Yu Jiao put down her needle and thread with a guilty conscience: "I, I'll sew it for you. Remember to agree to my conditions and your promise not to hurt me."
Zhou Qingyan nodded.
He pinched her body as she tried to retreat, and raised his head to press against her chest.
Sitting on the chair, looking at Yu Jiao standing in front of him.
"Not that scary, is it?"
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