Ghost Says - Chapter 8.2

Qiao Gang’s waist was supple and strong, with beautiful abs that felt like a large piece of silky chocolate when touched.

Accompanied by the caress of the water, the man’s lips and tongue licked at his abdomen. Qiao Gang’s breathing became rapid, his body involuntarily beginning to tremble. A tingling sensation, like an electric current, shot up from his waist.

Qiao Gang was licked until he felt both itchy and comfortable, finally unable to bear it anymore, he twisted his waist and struggled beneath him.

The man, unhindered by human limitations underwater, grabbed his waist unrestrained, leaving his own marks.

He was extremely satisfied with Qiao Gang’s reactions.

The eyes, with their corners tinged red from pleasure, were full of moisture. The restrained, ascetic expression made his stern face unexpectedly sexy.

The dual stimulation of his waist and manhood made him unable to hold back, and he released, then gasped silently with parted lips.

He had never known that doing it with someone else could feel so good.

At the moment of his final release, his mind went blank, almost forgetting that the one giving him this pleasure was a man, and even more bizarrely, not a human.

The other party had no intention of letting Qiao Gang off just yet.

The still-sensitive tip that had just released was taken into a mouth, sucked as if trying to draw out milk.

Qiao Gang frowned, uncomfortably trying to shrink back, but his waist was gripped and he couldn’t retreat.

“Ah, you bastard… Let me go!”

Qiao Gang, unable to endure any longer, shouted at him. If he didn’t speak out now, he felt he would be devoured completely.

But the pleasure that immediately came from his manhood made him unable to say anything more, only able to let out moans.

For an entire night, his body was played with over and over by the other party. His manhood was forced to release repeatedly. The initial pleasure eventually changed flavor, becoming more like a twisted punishment.

The other party seemed to have an unusual obsession with Qiao Gang’s body. Every part of Qiao Gang’s body had blue and purple kiss marks or finger marks.

This behavior, which seemed to be confirming ownership over Qiao Gang, continued until dawn.

Qiao Gang developed a fever, and it was quite severe.

Although he woke up in his own bed in the morning, after soaking in cold water all night and consuming a large amount of energy, he still fell ill.

Qiao Gang’s body had never been this delicate before. In the past, when he got sick, it was at most just a minor cold, the kind where you just have a runny nose and sneeze a couple of times.

He had only seen fever in others before, and fortunately so, otherwise there would have been no one to take care of him when he was sick in the past.

When the hourly worker came to work at noon and found out, she went to a nearby pharmacy to buy him medicine, and then brewed a thick bowl of ginger soup for him to drink.

Feeling his body warm up a bit, Qiao Gang’s spirits improved slightly, and he politely declined her offer to stay and take care of him.

Seeing that she couldn’t persuade him, the hourly worker didn’t say much more. She went to the kitchen and made a pot of porridge with vegetables and lean meat, telling him to heat it up when he was hungry. Qiao Gang thanked her.

After the hourly worker left, he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

This sleep lasted for a day. In the evening, after Qiao Gang woke up, took his medicine, and drank some porridge, he finally had a bit of strength in his body.

Now his brain felt like mush. He felt like a roast duck strung up on a rack in an oven, his whole body just feeling hot, burning hot like fire.

In his hazy state, he seemed to hear footsteps in the living room again, but now he didn’t have the energy to feel scared or nervous.

He only remembered that in his half-asleep state, someone seemed to have held him in their arms. That person’s body was very cool, and being held by them felt very comfortable. Qiao Gang instinctively burrowed deeper into the comfortable place, then fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Qiao Gang’s fever had broken.

It was then that he suddenly remembered he hadn’t called in sick yesterday. Looking at his phone, he saw many missed calls, several of which were from the factory.

He called back and explained why he hadn’t come to work yesterday. Hearing his hoarse voice with a changed tone, they generously gave him two more days off.

Qiao Gang heated up the leftover porridge for breakfast, then after another nap, he felt energetic again.

But thinking about the events of the night before last, he was still furious, feeling both ashamed and disgusted.

Especially when he saw the marks all over his body in the mirror, he wished he could bite that person to pieces and swallow them!

After calming down, he thought again, could the footsteps he heard every night be from that ghost? What should he do if that ghost came again?

Qiao Gang used to laugh off talk of ghosts, but now he couldn’t laugh at all.

Did he have to endure such humiliating and absurd things every night?

Since ghosts existed in this world, there must be things that could deal with them.

That day, Qiao Gang went to a temple to get a Buddha statue and a string of prayer beads that were said to have been blessed by a high monk.

Of course, for these two items, he donated quite a bit of money.

After returning home, Qiao Gang respectfully enshrined the Buddha statue in his room and wore the prayer beads on his wrist.

He believed this should be foolproof.

At night, Qiao Gang lay in bed under the covers, holding Song Yuan’s diary, but at this moment, he had no interest in reading.

He looked at the alarm clock by his bed. It was now midnight.

Not hearing any unusual sounds, Qiao Gang’s heart, which had been suspended, finally relaxed a bit.

These things must have some effect after all.

Feeling at ease, Qiao Gang was about to close the diary and go to sleep, when he noticed a name that caught his attention on the open page.

That was a hospital where Qiao Gang’s mother had once stayed.

Because it was related to his mother, Qiao Gang curiously read on.

[There were only two months left until the college entrance exam, and he didn’t come for today’s mock exam again. He seemed to have been very busy lately; I haven’t seen him for two weeks.]

[The teacher only vaguely mentioned that someone in his family was sick. I don’t quite understand, what does this have to do with him attending class?]

[Seeing his empty seat, it felt like a part of my heart was also empty. I don’t like this feeling.]

[I think I want to go find him.]

[I found our class teacher and, using the excuse of wanting to give him the recent class notes, asked for his home address.]

[After school, I went directly to his house. No one was home, so I could only wait for him outside.]

[I’m not in a hurry. I have plenty of time; my parents won’t be home today.]

[I waited until two in the morning before he returned. Because I was standing in the shadows, he didn’t see me.]

[He looked very tired, walking without energy.]

[I didn’t call out to him. I didn’t know what to say to him. Perhaps he doesn’t even remember who I am anymore.]

[I stood outside his house all night, not feeling tired at all. Although I couldn’t see him, just thinking that he was inside made me feel incredibly at ease.]

[The morning air was cold, and the clothes I wore were a bit thin.]

[At nearly seven o’clock, he came out, bought some steamed buns and fried dough sticks from a nearby breakfast stall, and got on a bus. I followed behind him.]

[He had lost a lot of weight, and the lines of his face had become sharper.]

[It wasn’t just his appearance that had changed, but also his aura. He seemed more steady than before, as if during the time I hadn’t seen him, he had completed the transformation from a boy to a man.]

[Then he got off the bus. The renowned Renxin Hospital was right in front of the bus stop, and he walked directly into the inpatient department next to it.]

[I followed behind him, saw him go up to the fourth floor, and then walk straight into one of the hospital rooms.]

[I stood by the door and heard him call out: “Mom!”]

…

The diary fell from Qiao Gang’s hands to the ground, but he didn’t move. He just stared at it blankly.

Seeing the words the person said at the end, and connecting it to this hospital, he now understood who “he” in the diary had been all along.

…He had never thought that the person Song Yuan liked would be himself.

How absurd was this?

During his three years of high school, Qiao Gang spent most of his time working part-time jobs and taking care of his mother. If it weren’t for the fact that many jobs in society required a high school diploma, he might have dropped out early.

At that time, to maintain the family’s livelihood, he often had to work several jobs, and coming home in the early hours of the morning was common.

With no sleep at night, naturally he couldn’t get enough sleep during the day, so Qiao Gang at school always looked sleepy. And when even sleep seemed so precious, he certainly wouldn’t spare time to pay attention to people who were irrelevant to him.

While he was busy and tired trying to make a living, his peers around him were still living under their parents’ wings, leading lives that hadn’t been weaned yet.

So, he neither understood nor cared about others’ affections.

Therefore, he didn’t know that there was a person who had silently liked him for three years… or perhaps even longer.

If he hadn’t seen this diary, he might never have known…

But he hadn’t forgotten his original purpose for reading this diary.

He was looking for a reason, a reason why Song Yuan would be the killer, if he was.

And now, he knew he had found that reason.

Song Yuan liked him, and this liking was pure and sincere.

But behind this liking… perhaps it represented something he didn’t want to believe.

All the things that had happened seemed to have found their cause.

Wen Dayong died after arguing with him, Xiaoyu who liked him died, and his best friend Jian Xia also died.

All of this started after he received that strange invitation and attended Song Yuan’s funeral.

No matter how absurd, as long as it could explain all the problems, it would be the only answer.

It was as if another person was saying to him in his ear: It’s him, it’s him! He’s the killer!

He killed Wen Dayong to help you get revenge! He killed Xiaoyu out of jealousy! Then why did he kill Jian Xia?

…It was to have you all to himself.

— That’s what the voice in his ear told him.

Their deaths were all caused by you!

Qiao Gang painfully clutched his head... How could love become so terrifying?