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

Chapter 98: Sharing the same bed with someone else (6) Her husband seems to have some problems
The door opened.

Yan Jin subconsciously turned around and looked, and when he saw the person inside the door clearly, he was stunned.

She had never seen anyone like it, all snow-white.

The long hair is snow-white, and the eyebrows and eyelashes are also white, pure and clear white, without any other color.

The color of his pupils was extremely light, a little clearer than amber. His skin was also very white, bloodless and pale, like a handful of snow on a high mountain.

The only darkest touch of powder is the lips.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

He spoke slowly and his expression was gloomy and calm, like some kind of moss that had not been exposed to sunlight for years.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I live in Room 704 downstairs. My name is Yanqi, and this is my wife."

Yan Qi smiled and walked forward, saying calmly: "I'm sorry, but I have to bother you. Your paint has flowed into my water pipe again."

"Yeah, I was taking a shower just now, and everything was red." Yan Jinyue covered her chest, still in shock, "I was scared to death."

"pigment?"

His long snow-white eyelashes fluttered, and he looked at the man with a gentle and harmless smile, as if he understood something, and nodded, "Sorry, the water valve of my paint pool is not closed, I will close it later."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Lin." Yan Qi smiled, put his arm around Yan Jinyue's shoulder, and was about to leave.

"Wait." This voice came from Yan Jinyue.

"What's wrong, wife?" Yan Qi looked at the girl standing still in confusion.

And Mr. Lin, dressed in white, also looked at her.

"Mr. Lin, I'm a little curious, what kind of paint do you use?"

Yan Jinyue smiled and said, "It's like this. Actually, I also studied oil painting for a period of time. I'm not proficient in it, but I have a bit of a collecting habit. I like to collect some brushes and paints, but you have never seen anything like yours, Mr. Lin. It dissolves in water and is still so bright, and it has a faint grass fragrance. I like it very much."

That's right, the color of the water is exactly the same as blood, and even with so much water, it hasn't been diluted. She was very curious, what kind of paint could achieve this?

Mr. Lin looked at her calmly and said, "It's just ordinary paint. If Mrs. Yan likes it, I can give you some someday."

"Okay, then thank you, Mr. Lin." Yan Jinyue readily agreed.

Just when the two men thought she would stop there, unexpectedly, she smiled and said, "They are all red paint. What is Mr. Lin painting today? I am a little curious."

"Rose." He blurted out without hesitation, "If Mrs. Yan is curious, she can come in and take a look."

"No thanks." Yan Jinyue was about to say yes, but she caught a glimpse of something at his feet, so she changed her mind and said, "I'm just a little curious. I won't bother you anymore. My husband and I will go back first."

"See you."

"Goodbye."

After returning home, Yan Jinyue first gulped down a glass of warm water, breathing heavily, and then sat on the sofa, in a trance, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"What's wrong?" Yan Qi came over with a smile and put his arm around her waist. "Why do you seem to be frightened after coming back from 804?"

Yan Jinyue looked at him and asked, "Is it obvious?"

"Ah."

After receiving a positive response, she leaned closer to his arms and said carefully, "I just saw something placed under his feet. It looked like a skull."

"It's normal for an artist to have this kind of model in his room."

"I thought so too, but I don't know why, I'm a little scared. Mr. Lin gives me a bad feeling...

"I thought you would like him, my wife." A low, hoarse laugh escaped the man's throat.

"Why do you say that?" Yan Jinyue frowned strangely.

"You were stunned just now when you looked at him."

The man held her face and kissed her eyes gently. "I saw on the Internet that you girls have a hobby of white hair. White hair artists like Mr. Lin, who are handsome and a little gloomy, you all like them."

"Pfft-"

Yan Jinyue was amused by his description and the little resentment in his eyes, and she laughed so hard in his arms.

"Actually, what you said is... quite right. Mr. Lin is indeed quite good-looking." His facial features are delicate and pretty, and he is as beautiful as an elf prince in the snow.

"Hmm?" He pretended to pinch her chin and moved closer, his eyes full of threats.

Yan Jinyue was not panicked, blinking her big eyes: "But my husband, you are more beautiful!"

"I prefer someone like you, with a clear mind and elegant bones, a strong body and a cold spirit, and a handsome face..."

The compliments came out one by one without repetition, and the man's expression eased a little.

Yan Jinyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but after that she wondered why she was so nervous... It seemed that her subconscious was telling her that if she made this man jealous, the consequences would be serious.

How serious can it be?
In the moment she was confused, her lips were already captured.

The man said vaguely: "It's late at night..." The meaning was self-evident.

Yan Jinyue's heart trembled, but she actually wanted to be reserved and compromise with her body before her reason.

She couldn't believe it herself.

The two of them lay on the sofa for a while, and the man felt that the space was too small and he couldn't move around, so he carried the woman to the bedroom.

Passing by the TV, Yan Jinyue glanced at it casually, and after seeing the photo of the latest victim being broadcast, she felt like she was hit by a blow.

She suddenly woke up.

"Wait." She grabbed the man's collar.

Yan Qi looked at her in confusion, with a rouge red color at the corners of his eyes, representing lust.

"Put me down." She said coldly.

Although he didn't want to, the man still did it.

Yan Jinyue stared at the photo on the TV screen and covered the lower half of the man's face with her hands. She was so scared that her legs went weak and she almost fell down. Fortunately, the man held her steadily.

No mistake.

There is absolutely no admitting it.

She was very sure that it was the person in the surveillance video last night.

But didn’t Yan Qi say that he was taken away by the police?

Why would someone be killed by a serial killer?
Yan Jinyue's mind was buzzing. Everything in the past was echoing in her mind. The phone call that was suddenly hung up, the person who disappeared after a few minutes of silence, the bloodstain that did not belong to him...

Tonight, too, she was shocked by the "blood", and the man came over and concluded that it was paint without even confirming it.

Even if you knew, you shouldn't react so quickly.

It's as if it was predicted in advance.

But if you could have predicted it in advance, why wouldn't you tell her?
She thought of the joke in the car again. Is there a possibility that it wasn't a joke?
A chill spread throughout her body. Yan Jinyue's legs became even more unstable and she could only lean on the man.

She stared blankly into Yan Qi's eyes, which were dark and moist, and still so gentle.

"What's the matter, honey?" He was smiling.

Yan Jinyue's body was trembling. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't move.

He turned off the TV naturally. "Can the news be better than me?"

He scratched the tip of her nose lovingly, then bent down and picked her up again, heading towards the bedroom.

The bed sank deeply.

Overlapping figures.

Outside the window, dark clouds loomed and the wind and rain were heavy.

Yan Jinyue felt like she was going crazy, and became two different people, one in fear and the other in... joy.

There seems to be something wrong with her husband.

But, she enjoyed him.

How to do?