Chapter 87 Water Ghost 10
Zhou Qingyan's facial expression changed in an instant.
His skin was like gauze stained with blood and then rinsed with water. Blood oozed from his pores, making his handsome face look as terrifying as a ghost. No, he was a ghost. His narrow eyes were filled with icy coldness, as if if Yu Jiao dared to say no, he would use his scarlet mouth to bite off her neck, suck out all her blood, and drag her into the abyss with him.
Yu Jiao's teeth chattered with fear as she witnessed this scene. Zhou Qingyan held her in a restrained embrace, her cheek pressed against his lips as she listened to him utter terrifying, threatening words: "Don't mention anyone else's name, especially Cheng He!"
Yu Jiao felt incredibly unlucky. She had originally thought that Cheng He's best friend was Zhou Qingyan, but now it sounded like Zhou Qingyan was deeply hostile to Cheng He. It was as if they had an irreconcilable feud, and even the mere mention of Cheng He's name made him grit his teeth, wishing he could skin him alive.
Could it be that she was entangled by Zhou Qingyan because of Cheng He?
How miserable she is.
Zhou Qingyan should leave with Shi Wanning and Liu Jing.
She only dared to think about it, but absolutely dared not say it out loud.
In fact, Yu Jiao started crying as soon as she opened her mouth: "I won't mention it, I broke up with him..."
In the mirror, a man embraced a woman, his palms clamped around her slender neck, like he was holding trembling prey in his claws. Zhou Qingyan glanced at him and froze. He wiped the "fluid" from his eyebrows with his other hand, and his palm was covered in blood. Looking at Yu Jiao, her body stiff with fear, her lips pale. He quickly let go of her hand and tried to explain in vain, "Yu Jiao, don't be afraid... I'm just, I'm just too excited."
After being released, Yu Jiao immediately shrank into the corner and stared at him vigilantly. Seeing that he had no intention of hurting her, she quietly picked up the makeup mirror on the table, ran back to the bedroom in two steps, and closed the door heavily.
Although I know that this door cannot stop Zhou Qingyan at all, it is purely psychological comfort.
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Yu Jiao had a typical childish temper, which came and went quickly. When she heard the sounds of dinner being prepared in the kitchen, her fear was immediately covered by the aroma of fried rice. While looking forward to Zhou Qingyan's cooking skills, she opened the makeup mirror and lay on the bed to observe her appearance.
After all, it was a relationship that had lasted for many years, and it was impossible to let it go just like that. While lamenting that her first love ended in such a dirty way, she couldn't help but wonder if it was her own fault.
If she had been more sensible, obedient and considerate, would the result be different now?
People always pay too much attention to negative information. Although words of praise can temporarily cover up the damage caused by negative information, the words spoken are like a sword piercing her heart. How can the scar be eliminated immediately?
Shi Wanning was young and beautiful, with a tall figure, delicate makeup, and a gentle temperament in her every move. The more Yu Jiao thought about the time she saw her in the company, the more she uncontrollably compared herself to her.
Yu Jiao gritted her teeth.
She looked pale in the mirror, with swollen eyelids and slightly broken lips. She touched the bite marks with her hand and angrily cursed Zhou Qingyan inwardly. At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened.
Yu Jiao really wanted to shout, "You have to knock on the door before entering a girl's room."
But thinking of Zhou Qingyan's appearance, he kept silent.
Zhou Qingyan took care of himself and confirmed again and again that there was no blood on his body before entering the room. When Yu Jiao saw him come in, she immediately got up from the bed, pulled the quilt to cover herself, and her eyes were as alert as a rabbit, but looking at her expression, she knew that she must have been locked in the room and was unhappy.
If I ask her directly, she won’t tell me.
Zhou Qingyan was no longer dripping, so he sat down on her bed with confidence. As soon as he sat down, Yu Jiao looked over at him with a look of dissatisfaction but not daring to speak. Zhou Qingyan laughed: "You won't let me sit?"
Of course not.
Yu Jiao pursed her lips: "I didn't say not to."
Yu Jiao had no idea what his purpose was, so she kept silent and curled up in the quilt. The temperature in the room was too low, so she pulled the quilt up to her neck and burrowed into it, leaving only her pair of dark eyes exposed, glancing at him from time to time.
Zhou Qingyan ignored her little action and said to himself, "Her name is Shi Wanning, it's a nice name..."
As soon as the words fell, a sound of gnashing teeth came from Yu Jiao's side, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes was so strong that it was about to overflow. Even Yu Jiao did not realize that she had already subconsciously classified Zhou Qingyan into her own camp. Praising others, especially a third party who interfered, how is such behavior different from Cheng He's?
He seemed completely unaware of Yu Jiao's dissatisfaction and continued, "She joined after I died. She's Cheng He's assistant. My assistants were all men when I was alive. It was just my personal habit. I remember Cheng He didn't have an assistant before. Why did they suddenly assign Shi Wanning? Or is there something special about her resume... Did she graduate from a prestigious university? Did she have outstanding academic experience?"
Yu Jiao couldn't bear to listen any longer. Fire seemed to burn in her eyes. She threw back the covers, crawled to the edge of the bed, and knelt before him. The fire instantly turned into tears. With a hint of inferiority and anger, she asked, "...Do you think she's pretty?"
After biting her lip, she asked, "Is she prettier than me?"
Yu Jiao didn't notice the black energy secretly wrapped around her body. When she hid in the house and felt sorry for herself, the black energy stayed by her side, circling around her helplessly, trying to pull out the negative emotions. They unconsciously gathered into the shape of a heart and wrapped her up in a place she couldn't see.
It was as if he wanted to put her into his chest and hide her in his heart.
Zhou Qingyan vaguely remembered something that had once kept him tossing and turning. It was a little bit of fun between lovers, but after he saw it, it turned into a sharp sword that pierced his heart.
Cheng He held Yu Jiao, who was like a kitten, in his arms and kept comforting her, saying that the girl he was talking to had no other thoughts, and even if she did, he would not pay attention to her. He only liked Yu Jiao, and Yu Jiao was the most beautiful and lovely girl.
Yu Jiao hung on him and kept asking him to assure her that he was telling the truth and not lying to her. Cheng He was sweet-talking and made her happy, which earned him a sweet kiss from his girlfriend.
The feeling at that time was clearly imprinted in the body's reaction. When he recalled it now, he seemed to still feel the strong desire for destruction accumulated in his heart. He was forbearing and taciturn during his lifetime. He knew that he would inevitably encounter such scenes when working with Cheng He, but he could not control it. Without Cheng He, he would have no chance to see Yu Jiao, and if he saw her, he thought it would be better not to see her.
There were only other men in her eyes. He only dared to look at her lips, those lips as tender as flower petals, at night. The scene from the daytime reappeared in his mind. The woman was still Yu Jiao, but the man who held her in his arms and let her kiss him was replaced by himself. If she were his girlfriend, he would definitely love and pamper her, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times better than Cheng He treated her.
But she is not.
Zhou Qingyan's eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot, and those scarlet lines seemed to be slicing his eyeballs apart. The jealousy and bad emotions buried deep in his heart made it impossible for him to pretend anymore. He suddenly grasped Yu Jiao's wrist with all his strength. Seeing her frightened expression, he unconsciously uttered vicious, dark, and sticky words in front of her:
"Beautiful? Jiaojiao doesn't know what beautiful means. Her skin and flesh are emitting a foul odor. Even if those eyeballs were to be plucked out and used as balls, no one would want them. Her voice, her smell, has Jiaojiao ever smelled a rotting corpse? They're all the same. It's all because of them coming here. Now the house is filled with a foul smell. Do you know how disgusted I was when I threw them out?"
Zhou Qingyan's face was gloomy. "I only touched them on the day of the avalanche and the day I woke up. They were sticky, disgusting, and rotten. The feeling they gave me was even worse than the former. I washed my hands several times. Look, they're all red..."
He placed his hands in front of Yu Jiao. Yu Jiao really looked at them, her eyes fixed on his pale hands. Sure enough, she saw the redness on his fingertips. He kept saying viciously, "They, all of them, are not even worthy of carrying Jiao Jiao's shoes."
Yu Jiao was stunned.
Zhou Qingyan's state at this moment was extremely crazy, as if he would transform into some kind of horrible monster in the next moment. Oh, he was one.
His thoughts slowly followed his words, and gradually doubts arose: sticky, disgusting, rotting flesh? Wasn't that his own corpse?
Yu Jiao just felt it was crazy. He even despised his own corpse?
It’s so terrible, so terrible.
The next moment, Yu Jiao's heartbeat accelerated and her spine felt cold. The lips with a cold breath moved along her face to her neck, approaching her aorta. She felt the blood in her body quickly flow backwards again, and her brain was numb and trembling at this moment -
"W-what are you going to do?"
Zhou Qingyan clamped his hands on her shoulders, forcing Yu Jiao to lean back and put her slender neck close to his lips. The tip of his nose touched her earlobe, and his bright red, cold lips pressed against the side of her neck, sniffing hard, accompanied by the sound of saliva being swallowed into her throat. Yu Jiao half closed her eyes, really afraid that he would suddenly open his mouth and eat her.
Even after spending a few days with him, I'm still afraid.
Zhou Qingyan didn't make any more movements that would make her tremble. Instead, he sniffed deeply a few times, pressed against her skin, and spoke in a vague tone as if he was acting coquettishly: "Smells so good, smells so good, only Jiaojiao smells good... When I woke up, I didn't remember anything, I only remembered Jiaojiao and Jiaojiao's smell, that's the smell, you don't even know how good you smell, can I smell it for a while longer? They smell so bad, so bad that I want to vomit..."
Just smell.
Yu Jiao slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, the hands that were clamping her arms moved to her jaw, pinched her and lifted her up, and pressed their lips against hers.
Yu Jiao was startled unexpectedly. When she opened her eyes, she met the man's blood-red eyes. He had no intention of closing his eyes. His thick eyelashes fluttered like a small fan on her face. She whimpered twice. Because of the gap, he broke into her eyes and hooked her as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.
She was not as strong as him, nor as brave as him, so Yu Jiao let herself be nibbled and bitten by him, comforting herself that as long as he didn't eat her, it would be fine. However, his strength and movements were even more ferocious than if he had eaten her.
It was not until her lungs were drained of oxygen that she was released by the evil spirit who had a change of heart. She briefly breathed in the fresh air wrapped in hostility, covered her chest, and felt pain in her cheeks.
Just when she thought it was over, Zhou Qingyan came over, hugged her, and stuffed her into his chest. With their faces pressed together, he sighed, "Only Jiaojiao is fragrant, Jiaojiao is the most beautiful, no one can compare to you, don't compare yourself to those disgusting pieces of rotten meat."
Such vicious words.
Yu Jiao blinked, anyway he was not scolding her.
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