He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 174 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 7)

It was already past midnight when I arrived at school. Luckily, my roommates were all night owls, and I could still see the dormitory lights on from a distance.

Jiang Yu freed one hand and touched Wen Yan's neck. The soft touch left by his fingertips made his brow twitch.

He manipulated his almost transparent resentment to embrace her, changing the position so that she stepped on the ground and leaned against him.

His warm, humid breaths, mingled with the heat of summer, made Wen Yan instinctively snuggle into his cool embrace.

A hint of unknown darkness flashed across his pale eyes. Jiang Yu pinched her chin, his thumb resting on her delicate chin, and gently shook it.

There were many other ways to wake her up, but he chose this one.

Awkward and ambiguous.

Wen Yan lazily covered her mouth to yawn, her eyes instantly becoming misty. Her voice, soft from just waking up, carried an unconscious hint of coquettishness: "Hmm? Have we arrived?"

Jiang Yu nodded indifferently, his strong arms supporting her limp body, and turned her to face the dormitory door.

"You're so fast."

Wen Yan rubbed her sleepy cheeks, her fingertips reaching towards her collarbone, where she picked up a very thin strap, from which a water droplet dangled unsteadily: "Come in."

Her soft fingertips traced the glistening glass more than once.

Jiang Yu didn't say a word, and slipped into the pendant, his back view hurried and rushed.

Wen Yan took out her key, unlocked the door, turned the knob, and then gently closed it.

click-

The enclosed space was filled with darkness, and there was not a single ray of light inside the pendant. A suffocating sense of resentment permeated the air.

Jiang Yujing stood in the very center, a strange glint in his cold, deep pupils, and his perpetually icy hands slowly touched the spot where his heart used to pound violently.

If there were a heart here, it would probably be a mistake in the shot.

"Wenwen, you're back! Quick, have some iced soda."

Xiao Baoyu caught sight of Wen Yan entering the room and, with obvious enthusiasm, excitedly handed her a bottle of cola.

"Huh, iced cola?"

The icy touch even made the melted water around the bottle feel eerily cold.

Wen Yan shuddered, a rare occurrence for her.

"See? Hahaha, Wenwen is shivering too."

Xiao Baoyu smiled smugly and called everyone over to take a look. The group looked around the frozen cola, their interest piqued.

"Ouch... Why did you buy such an ice-cold Coke? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?"

Wen Yan shook her hands, and whether it was psychological or not, her hands instantly warmed up.

"No, we bought room temperature ones and froze them when we got home. Look, there's another bottle here; it came with the refrigerator when we brought it in."

Xiao Baoyu pointed to the inconspicuous small refrigerator in the corner, a little regretful: "It's too cheap, only thirty yuan. But the cooling effect is too good, it froze in just a few minutes."

"Did you go get the refrigerator?"

"Yes. The one Li Miao mentioned earlier."

Wen Yan was suspicious. This refrigerator felt strange, giving her a creepy feeling, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with it.

"Oh, right! We all had this bottle of ice-cold Coke in our hands, and guess what? We all shuddered for no reason, just like you did. If it weren't so incredibly cold, we might have actually stayed."

The others nodded in regret.

"It's getting late, it's getting late, let's all go to sleep. We'll return it tomorrow. Let's have it for one night."

After saying that, they each went to bed, and the curtains were drawn to create their own little worlds. The entire dormitory was unusually quiet.

Wen Yan quickened her pace to wash up, and after turning off the bathroom lamp, she turned around. Jiang Yu suddenly appeared, hovering beside her.

Wen Yan lowered her voice and leaned closer: "Why did you come out?"

Jiang Yu wrapped his long arm around her, pulling her close. The movement was swift, and Wen Yan was momentarily stunned when their cool skin touched.

When did he become so domineering?

"you……"

Jiang Yu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "There's a ghost."

"I know." Wen Yan looked at him with an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?" The meaning was obvious.

He's such a big ghost, and she's not blind.

"I wasn't talking about myself."

Wen Yan felt a chill run down her spine.

She closed her eyes, turned around, and snuggled into Jiang Yu's arms—a one-stop service.

We must not turn back, we absolutely must not turn back.

Wen Yan suppressed the urge to turn around and look, pressing even closer to Jiang Yu's skin, which was different from that of an ordinary person.

It's absurd to say, but she's a living, breathing person who's so afraid of ghosts that she's practically crawling into their arms.

Actually, I'm not that scared, but it's more appropriate to be a little scared at this moment.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she dared not open her eyes. She was so scared that she dared not even make a sound when she breathed. Her hand, which was clutching the clothes around his waist, trembled a few times.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and took in her unconsciously affectionate posture after she was frightened.

The next instant, the black and red resentment began to swarm and kill, and ghostly screams rose and fell.

More than one?

Wen Yan broke out in a cold sweat, thankfully she hadn't opened her eyes.

but--

"Wait, can they... be helped to pass on to the afterlife?"

Jiang Yu frowned, staring at the lump of flesh that was emitting black smoke and writhing for a while, as if making a judgment.

Perhaps because he hadn't answered for so long, Wen Yan couldn't contain her curiosity and tentatively turned her head.

Before he could turn around, someone pulled him back into their arms, supporting the back of his head. Jiang Yu looked at the flesh vomiting unidentified liquid and spoke calmly:

"You don't want to see what's happening now."

Wen Yan immediately dismissed the idea of ​​turning back and quickly handed over a crumpled talisman: "If it can help you pass on to the afterlife, then stick it on."

Jiang Yu took the talisman, hesitated for a moment, and then stuck it on the gruesome meat.

It paused for a moment, then spewed out a mixture of colorful liquids even more frantically, at an even faster rate.

Just as it was about to flow over, Jiang Yu gathered a ball of black mist, wrapped it around the bloated flesh, and disgustedly squeezed it into a small pellet and put it away.

He patted Wen Yan, who was pretending to be dead and buried in his arms, and said, "Okay."

Wen Yan opened one eye and repeatedly asked, "Are you sure there aren't any other ghosts besides you?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yu took a step back, giving her enough space to move.

Wen Yan glanced back quickly.

The washbasin was neat and clean, with nothing else dirty, making it seem as if the heart-wrenching screams just now were an illusion.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see Jiang Yu staring down at her, his light-colored eyes as cold and clear as amber.

When those eyes are fixed intently on someone, it's impossible for her not to feel shy.

My breathing quickened for a moment; I felt the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous.

"cough."

Wen Yan cleared her throat and was about to speak when her roommate called out to her.

"Wenwen, remember to turn off the lights when you come out."

"Okay." Wen Yan replied to her first, then looked at Jiang Yu, unsure of what to say. She wanted to ask him if he wanted the pendant back, but then remembered his slightly aggrieved words, "Are you kicking me out?" and stopped herself.

"I'll wait for you to wash up."

Jiang Yu seemed to have no intention of going back. He stood beside her watching her wash her face, his burning gaze a thousand times more intense than anyone else's.

Wen Yan could meet his gaze any time she looked up.

It is cool, calm, and cannot be ignored.

Playful water droplets dripped down her cheeks, then darted down her neck, highlighting the slender and beautiful lines of her collarbone.

His gaze was unbearable, and Wen Yan pleaded for mercy, somewhat helpless and nervous: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

Wen Yan: …

I know, could it be any more obvious?

Jiang Yu's gaze remained fixed on her until the lights were turned off. He then slipped into Wen Yan's private bed curtains, propped himself up on the small bed, and showed no intention of going back.

Wen Yan lifted the curtain, and their eyes met.

Jiang Yu slightly pulled his long legs, which were straddling half the bed, to make room for her.

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then went upstairs.