Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 100: Sharing the same bed with someone who is not human (8) But how come these words...are exactly the same?

"What...are you talking about? I don't understand."

After being stunned for a while, even though her heart was about to jump out of her throat, she maintained an innocent smile and pretended to be ignorant.

Although I don’t know how he guessed it, and I don’t know whether he is the murderer or not, the safest and most reliable way now is to play dumb.

What if he really is...

"Really?" The man rubbed her ears lightly with his icy fingers, and his laughter was low and hoarse, with unwarranted temptation.

"Why are you scaring me again?" Yan Jinyue tried her best to stay calm and pretended to be coquettish. "I'm looking for you because I miss you. I dreamed about you when I was taking a nap just now, and I wanted to see you when I woke up."

"It turns out my wife likes me so much." He curved his eyebrows, and his originally dangerous look softened.

"You are my husband, of course I like you." She smiled brightly.

The man pinched her face and played with her like a glutinous rice ball. His eyes darkened and the curve at the corners of his lips had an ambiguous meaning.

Just as Yan Jinyue was trying to figure out what he was thinking, the kiss had already landed on her. It was gentle at first, but once she got used to it, he resumed his usual aggressive and brutal approach.

Although her breath was taken away, her heart was at peace.

Being intimate is better than him admitting that he is the murderer and then silencing her, right?

She took the initiative to respond to him, letting the kiss go on and on until it became unstoppable, a tiny spark setting the entire wasteland on fire.

The stone table served as a bed, and all the writing utensils were swept to the ground, making a crackling sound.

Yan Jinyue grabbed his shoulders and asked, "Is it broken?"

"It's okay, just buy another one."

Yan Jinyue was still thinking that it was a bit of a waste of money one second ago, but the next second she had no time to think about anything else. She had become a small paper boat in the turbulent waves, being beaten and soaked by the sea water.

On the bluestone table, there is a world of difference between hot and cold.

**
It was Sunday, the weather was clear and crisp in autumn, perfect for an outing.

As expected, Yan Qi took her to the back mountain of their school, and she actually saw the field of purple hibiscus flowers.

A sign next to the flower field reads: 30 yuan per bunch (no more than 20 flowers), pick them yourself.

Next to it is a payment QR code.

Yan Jinyue paid for picking a bunch and was convinced that what Yan Qi said was true. Her suspicions and worries were also dispelled.

She and he walked hand in hand on the university campus, and the students passing by cast vague glances at them.

Yan Jinyue originally thought that she was envious of the couple's perfect match, and was even feeling complacent.

As a result, the gazes she received made her feel more and more that something was wrong. Rather than envy, it was more like resentment and hatred. For example, right now, there was a gaze behind her, like a poisonous snake lurking, extremely cold and sinister.

She turned around abruptly and saw that those people were either looking away and chatting and laughing with the people around them, or their gazes were back to normal.

She frowned, confused.

"What's wrong?" the man asked with concern.

"Nothing, it's just that I always feel like someone is watching me, and it makes me uncomfortable." She pursed her lips, "Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Just like that night, she always felt that the taxi driver and the security guard had strange looks in their eyes, as if they were up to something bad.

But when she met the security guards again the next day, they were as normal as could be, friendly and enthusiastic, as if her experience the day before was just a fantasy.

Yan Qi hugged her thin shoulders and patted her gently, "It's okay, I'm here."

The man's voice was gentle and firm, smoothing out the wrinkles in her heart. Yan Jinyue said "hmm", hugged his arm and leaned closer to him, not letting go until they reached his office.

"Oh, it's good to be young. Look at Teacher Xiao Yan and his wife. They are so loving."

"Yes, look how well-matched they are, a talented man and a beautiful woman."

"Xiao Yan, you have such a beautiful wife, why didn't you bring her to us earlier?"

When they met Yan Qi's colleagues, they laughed and joked with him.

Yan Qi and Yan Jinyue also responded one by one.

"Are all your professional teachers so hardworking? So many people come to school on Sunday." Yan Jinyue was surprised.

"Last time, Professor Chen led a team to investigate a large tomb of a Han Dynasty nobleman, and a lot of things were unearthed, so recently, everyone has to be in school on Saturdays and Sundays."

"Then you didn't come to school yesterday..." Yan Jinyue was a little worried.

Although Yan Qi is an associate professor, she is young after all. The professors and associate professors she met along the way are basically in their 40s or 50s, and there are even some re-employed professors with gray hair.

He is a young man who is lazy and leaves these things alone...will he really not be accused of being disrespectful to his elders?

Seeing her worry, Yan Qi pinched her cheek and said, "Don't worry, I asked for leave yesterday, and I'm here today, right?"

"But you brought your wife here to play today. This is very unprofessional." Yan Jinyue looked up and stared into his eyes, saying seriously.

Yan Qi smiled and hugged him in his arms, "Others hope that their husbands will stay with them more at home, but you are good at it."

He tapped the tip of her nose.

"You've already taken good care of the family. Besides, I'm not a three-year-old child who needs to be looked after all the time. Work is more important. If you work hard, I can spend money responsibly."

"Okay." He bent down and kissed the corner of her lips.

Yan Qi was concentrating on his work, and Yan Jinyue was not idle either. She took a few books from the bookshelf in his office to read. They were all professional archaeology books, but archaeology involves history and humanities, so it was quite interesting.

She finished reading one book in a hurry and then went to pick up the next one. She picked up one with a tattered cover, which seemed to be very old. However, she could vaguely tell from the title page that it was published a hundred years ago.

What an antique!

Yan Jinyue was amazed and turned the pages more carefully. She didn't read the specific content, but only the annotations on the side of the book.

It should have been written with a fountain pen, with force that penetrated the back of the paper. Every word was neat and clean, delicate yet sharp, and there was strength in the ease.

What beautiful words.

The person who wrote this should be a young man with a bold and elegant spirit, and he must have an bearing as bright as the moon, Yan Jinyue thought, holding her face.

And she was curious about the owner of the word, and by chance, she found a black and white photo from the pages of the book.

The photo shows a young man wearing clothes from the Republic of China period. He is tall and handsome with an extraordinary temperament, but his face is blurry and his features cannot be seen clearly.

But why does this outline look familiar?
She frowned and thought, and when she caught a glimpse of a handsome man working nearby, she suddenly realized something.

Who did she say she looked like?
Not like her husband.

She excitedly trotted over with the photo in her hand, "Look, honey, doesn't this person look a lot like you? The features and temperament are similar, they are exactly the same."

"Of course he looks like him. He's my great-grandfather." Yan Qi said with a smile.

"I see." Yan Jinyue looked at him with a look of "no wonder" on her face. She wanted to praise your family for having great genes, but she saw what he was writing on the desk.

She could understand that they looked similar, after all, they were related by blood, but how come the handwriting... was exactly the same?