Chapter 88 Water Ghost 11
Yu Jiao wiped her lower lip fiercely and stared at Zhou Qingyan who was rummaging through the closet. When she saw the skirt in his hand, her brows twitched uncontrollably.
Zhou Qingyan's behavior had completely overturned her previous understanding. She felt she had been blind before. How could she have thought Zhou Qingyan was an honest man? How could an honest man become so crazy after death?
Yu Jiao had no idea what he was going to do. She observed his expression carefully. The dark red blood vessels that covered his face like a spider web gradually disappeared, and his eyeballs were no longer the terrifying scarlet. She breathed a sigh of relief. He should be normal now, right?
She asked carefully: "What do you want to do?"
After a moment of silence, he added, "I bought you some clothes. They're in the living room. Don't you like anything? I'll give you my phone. Can you buy them online?... Don't go through my clothes."
Zhou Qingyan paused for a moment and laughed, "It's for you."
Yu Jiao blinked slowly, not quite understanding what he meant.
Her doubts were soon answered.
Although Zhou Qingyan was thin, he was an adult male, a strong man of nearly 1.9 meters. Yu Jiao couldn't match his strength when he was alive, not to mention that after his death, he was carried around like a chicken by Yu Jiao.
This was Yu Jiao's description. In fact, Zhou Qingyan moved gently. He pinched her waist with both hands and lifted her into his arms. Yu Jiao's buttocks came into contact with the cold and chilly air belonging to the evil spirit. Her back immediately collapsed. She was so weak that she couldn't even lift her hands. She could only watch as those pale fingers pinched her buttons and slowly unbuttoned them... until her coat was taken off.
There was no point in reasoning with Zhou Qingyan, Yu Jiao knew it very well, so when he did something overly intimate, she just retracted her neck. The boldest thing she did was to secretly curse him in her heart. Seeing his expression at the moment, Zhou Qingyan put up a makeup mirror in front of her, and she could clearly see that terrifying yet handsome face, revealing the intimacy that only lovers could have.
Yes, lovers.
Yu Jiao thought he was crazy.
Maybe he was crazy before he died?
Otherwise, why would he often think that she was his girlfriend after her death?
Yu Jiao sighed.
I turned my eyes away, no longer looking at myself in the mirror, wrapped only in my underwear.
The body that Zhou Qingyan had imagined countless times in his dreams was now exposed before his eyes. His nerves throbbed violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged horrifically. His heart was gripped by sweet memories. This was his girlfriend, the girlfriend to whom he had promised to be engaged before she died... In the blink of an eye, the facts brought him a devastating blow. Yu Jiao's boyfriend was not him, and it had never been him!
Zhou Qingyan took a deep breath, blood red gradually spreading to his eyeballs. His eyes, as black as the deep night, did not move for a long time. This was a movement that ordinary people could hardly do. He maintained the same posture, as if he was frozen in death.
A sweet aroma emanated from the body in front of her. Her smooth, round shoulders, the light-colored shoulder straps that left shallow indentations on her shoulders, her heaving chest, her belly slightly pressed against the soft flesh, her gaze like a wild beast patrolling its territory, full of aggressive aura. Yu Jiao inhaled unconsciously and tightened her abdomen. The inconspicuous mass of soft flesh instantly disappeared from Zhou Qingyan's sight.
His senses were brought back to him by Yu Jiao's unintentional action.
If she wasn't his girlfriend when he was alive, could she become someone else's after his death?
Sooner or later it will be his.
It can only be his.
Zhou Qingyan picked up the shirt. It was the style he remembered, with a ruffled collar and pure white color. He had no experience in dressing people, so he unbuttoned all the buttons of the shirt and picked up Yu Jiao's arm, first putting on the sleeve of her right hand and then her left hand. Yu Jiao felt cold, so she cooperated with him in every way. She wanted to button up her shirt herself, but Zhou Qingyan grabbed her hand and took it away.
Close to her face: "I'll do it."
Okay.
Yu Jiao lowered her eyes and stared.
Put on your shirt.
He picked up the black sheepskin skirt, which was a suspender style. The waist was decorated with buttons of the same color and the zipper was tightened here. The skirt gradually became looser downwards, covering the knees. Yu Jiao put on the skirt and looked at the outfit. She felt that it looked familiar and frowned.
Zhou Qingyan straightened out the wrinkles.
Holding a small pair of leather shoes, he half-knelt in front of her. The shoes had round toes and thick heels, and a black leather strap decorated with a bow. He held her ankle, and Yu Jiao's legs felt numb, and her fingers accidentally grabbed the bed sheet. From her perspective, she saw Zhou Qingyan with his eyes lowered, as if holding a treasure, fastening the shoelaces, rubbing his fingertips on her exposed instep a few times, and looking up at her.
"Yu Jiao, that's how you dressed that day."
Yu Jiao bit her lip, not daring to say that she had forgotten.
Zhou Qingyan didn't expect her to remember. Like a sweet candy in his mouth, a stiff smile gradually emerged on his pale face. His face was pulled, and the stiff pale complexion brought a terrifying visual while causing Yu Jiao to have other heart-wrenching emotions -
She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Which day?"
Zhou Qingyan held her ankle, pressing his fingertips on the raised ankle bone. His rough fingers were like a blunt knife slowly grinding Yu Jiao's heart. He said, "On the day of your first date with Cheng He, I booked the restaurant for him..."
He forced a malicious smile. "Now that I think about it, your love wasn't meant to last. It was obvious from the first date—that day, there was a problem with his design, and he was called back by the teacher. He couldn't get through to you, so he asked me to take you back to school at the restaurant we agreed on..."
Yu Jiao had an impression.
Zhou Qingyan continued, "When I arrived at the restaurant, you were wearing this outfit. The weather was gloomy, and it started to rain heavily the next moment. It just so happened that you were angry that Cheng He broke the appointment, and you took your anger out on me, so you walked too fast and twisted your foot..."
Perhaps it was God's blessing that he couldn't get a taxi that day. "I carried you on my back from the restaurant to school, and it took nearly an hour... Jiaojiao, you were holding me in your arms, holding an umbrella in one hand, and as we were about to walk to school, I thought I was getting soaked by the rain..."
Yu Jiao covered her ears and didn't want to listen.
Zhou Qingyan completely ignored her embarrassed expression and said to himself, "So it was you who fell asleep and drooled on me."
Yu Jiao's face flushed red.
She finally remembered.
Cheng He's broken promise made her unhappy, and she didn't look good to Zhou Qingyan who came over. She kept a sullen face. It was at that time that Yu Jiao felt that Zhou Qingyan was a dull person. He carried her on his back and walked on the road for nearly an hour without saying a word. Yu Jiao felt extremely bored and gradually fell asleep. When she woke up, she found that the man's back was wet with her saliva... She blamed herself and was embarrassed. She told him in a secret way that she thought was hidden -
"Your shoulders are wet from the rain."
"I fell asleep and the umbrella tilted."
The man just said "hmm".
Yu Jiao lowered her eyes, her fingers pinching the buttons at her waist: "...That was a long time ago, don't mention it."
Zhou Qingyan took his hand away, still kneeling on the ground, took two steps forward, and held her hands to save the button.
"If it was someone else, I wouldn't carry him on my back, and I certainly wouldn't let him drool on me. Jiaojiao, I think they're dirty..."
"But you're different. You're beautiful, clean, and cute. Even your saliva looks like nectar to me. You're so beautiful, so sensible, and so smart. If you're not happy, how hard would life be for others?"
Yu Jiao's mind was filled with the words "pretty, cute, smart." She blinked and pursed her lips, trying to suppress her secret joy, but she was never one to hold back. She immediately forgot Zhou Qingyan's identity and tugged at his sleeve, repeatedly asking, "...Really? Really?"
Zhou Qingyan stood up and leaned closer to her: "Of course it's true."
Yu Jiao looked into his deep eyes and felt that the turbid air in her chest had dissipated. She couldn't help but think that Zhou Qingyan was not an ordinary man. He was good-looking and there were girls lining up to pursue him in school. Although his taciturn nature blocked a lot of peach blossoms, there were people who liked this kind of personality. Moreover, he was successful in his career, attended many banquets, and met celebrities.
But he still said she was beautiful.
Yu Jiao thought it was impossible for him to lie.
What did she have that he needed to lie about to get?
No.
He told the truth.
Yu Jiao thought proudly, she was just very beautiful.
Her sister often praises her.
But my sister is a relative, and most of the compliments are to coax the child.
Zhou Qingyan is different. He has no relationship with her, so there is no reason for him to coax her.
Thinking this way, Yu Jiao felt that Cheng He was ungrateful and blind. She was already so beautiful, so smart, and so sensible, yet he cheated on her. He and Shi Wanning were just two idiots who fell in love with each other, and there was also Liu Jing—
They are birds of a feather.
Zhou Qingyan leaned forward, Yu Jiao still blinking at her. Because of the praise, her cheeks seemed to be stained with peach blossoms. The haze that had covered her head for days suddenly dissipated, and her whole body was full of new vitality. Then, in the next moment, the corner of her lips was sucked into his mouth, and she said vaguely: "Don't look at me like that, Jiaojiao."
Yu Jiao was in a good mood and didn't argue with him. She struggled to grab the makeup mirror across from her, but was suddenly pushed down. The ceiling flashed before her eyes, followed by the man's enlarged face. His lips, wrapped in a cold breath, pressed down with a fierceness that seemed like the famine years. With nothing to fill her stomach, she could only desperately drink water. What kind of water? She drank anything, as long as it could fill her stomach and relieve her hunger.
Yu Jiao felt like a piece of fish on the chopping board. Zhou Qingyan supported himself on the bed with his elbows to avoid being crushed to death by the huge weight difference. Despite this, Yu Jiao still couldn't breathe. She begged him to let go, but Zhou Qingyan pretended not to hear her and only asked her for plain water. If one sip was not enough, he would drink more.
Zhou Qingyan's lips were moistened with bright light from drinking water. Yu Jiao was also fed a few mouthfuls by him. She wanted to vomit, but his tongue forced the water back into her throat.
Finally, Yu Jiao noticed that the buttons on her collar were coming undone. She jerked back to her senses, and with some strength, she pushed Zhou Qingyan away. He rolled over and lay on his back in bed, his eyes, the corners of his eyes, and his lips as red as delicate petals. Yu Jiao glanced at him hurriedly and headed for the door. Halfway there, she remembered that this was her bedroom, so she returned to his side and bravely pushed him, "...get out."
Zhou Qingyan didn't make things difficult for her anymore. He said okay and left the bedroom.
Yu Jiao’s cell phone lit up in the living room.
Zhou Qingyan picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and the number was not from Qingcheng City. He thought of Cheng He who was on a business trip.
He hung up the phone and blacklisted her.
Delete all communication records.
Then he opened the shopping app and placed an order for parasols and banners.
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