Chapter 79: Volume 1, Chapter 79: Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (3)

Jiang Zhi almost fell into his swamp-like eyes, but she quickly looked away, speaking seriously and respectfully: "Okay, Young master."

She gave herself long-term mental preparation, tightening the corners of her mouth, she extended her arm, reaching over his waist to lift him up.

As she lifted him in one motion, the abnormal reaction surged again; Jiang Zhi was somewhat prepared this time, her steps slightly unsteady, yet she safely and without incident held him onto the bed.

Lu Yiluo heard her breathing grow heavier, and saw her reddish earlobes, his gaze paused slightly.

She quickly lowered her hands from holding him, Jiang Zhi lowered her forehead, hiding the strange expression on her face, "Young master, I'll go out first." As soon as she said that, she eagerly wanted to leave.

Lu Yiluo, lying down on the bed, however said: "You are here."

Jiang Zhi: "……"

She lowered her reddened eye corners, her fingers unconsciously pinching the burning, itchy skin, and responded softly.

Fortunately the contact time was short, otherwise she would really have offended the Young master.

Lu Yiluo closed his eyes, lying flat on the bed.

After a while, Jiang Zhi's skin thirst eased a bit, and drowsiness also came over her.

Having eaten and drunk enough, one wants to sleep.

Jiang Zhi gave a small yawn, looked around, then sat down by the edge of the bed, and soon fell asleep.

At the moment she fell into deep sleep, Lu Yiluo, lying on the bed, opened his eyes, gently sat up, and gazed at the woman asleep by the bed's edge; due to her posture, the white shirt collar spread outward, the perfectly deep collarbones cast a faint shadow, and the air filled with the sweet fragrance emanating from her.

Lu Yiluo shifted his upper body, gradually moving closer until he was near her, clearly seeing her delicate snow-white skin and the thick, long, crow-black eyelashes, which constantly drew people near.

His brother had found him a decent personal attendant.

Beautiful things are often fragile.

Likewise, she.

She slept until five in the afternoon.

When Jiang Zhi woke up, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, her vision gradually cleared, and she saw the teenager leaning on the bed reading a book.

She was still a bit dazed, and acted according to her thoughts.

She got up from the floor, walked to the wall, and turned on the orange-yellow bedside light.

"The light is too dim for reading, it's bad for your eyes," she said seriously.

Lu Yiluo was not used to such bright light, he slightly frowned; when he heard her words, the coldness in his eyes vanished instantly.

After Jiang Zhi saw the time on her watch clearly, she suddenly came to her senses, and her mind also cleared.

"I, I slept that long?" she said, incredulous and a bit flustered, her voice soft and gentle upon waking, "Sorry, Young master."

She had only intended to nap a little, but when she opened her eyes it was already time to get off work.

Lu Yiluo kept watching her: "This is the third time you've apologized to me."

Jiang Zhi blinked, her expression dazed.

She never expected that he would count this matter.

Lu Yiluo shifted his gaze to the orange-yellow bedside lamp overhead, then abruptly changed the subject: "Do you like light?"

"Light?" Jiang Zhi followed his gaze, looked at the lamp, after a moment she nodded and said, "Mm."

Thinking back, since she arrived this morning, aside from some small lights, the main light in the room had never been turned on.

Darkness breeds fear, while light makes one feel warm.

Lu Yiluo suddenly began coughing, as if he wanted to cough up his entire lungs.

Intermittent, it startled Jiang Zhi.

She went to pour a cup of water and handed it to him, softly saying, "Young master, drinking some water will help."

Being too hurried, the woman didn't mind propriety; one knee rested on the bed's edge, her slightly bent leg pressed tightly against the sheet and quilt, creating deep folds.

Lu Yiluo smelled her scent, the roughness in his throat eased somewhat, the fragrance filled his lungs, making him comfortable enough to narrow his eyes.

He reached out to take the water cup from her hand, took a sip, and even the ordinary water tasted especially sweet.

Seeing his complexion improve slightly, Jiang Zhi then realized her posture was wrong, she hurriedly got off the bed and tidied the wrinkled sheet and quilt.

Lu Yiluo lowered his gaze slowly, his breathing steady, "Thank you."

Jiang Zhi was somewhat surprised, she hadn't expected him to thank her.

In her heart she also gained some understanding of him; he was not arrogant and dismissive like other wealthy young masters, but approachable, aside from being aloof and taciturn, he was quite a decent young man.

"It's fine." She lifted the corners of her mouth in a smile, which dispelled the splendor of her brows and eyes, adding a touch of lovable purity.

Lu Yiluo stared deeply at her smile, his heart paused briefly, then began to beat abnormally fast.

After a moment, he raised his fingers to cover his chest, lowered his forehead, with slightly long black bangs falling over his brows and eyes, concealing all emotion in his eyes.

For a part-time worker, the moment of getting off work is the happiest.

She left Lu Yiluo's room, walked out of the dark corridor, step by step descended the stairs, preparing to take the subway home.

Before she had even descended the stairs, a figure approached the front door; the dim light of the living room fell upon that tall, slender figure, his features gradually becoming clear, handsome beyond compare, yet exuding immense pressure, like a dormant beast that had lain in wait for long, inspiring dread.

When the man saw the woman coming down the stairs, his steps halted and he stood before her.

The steward stopped beside him, lowering his voice to explain the woman's identity.

Jiang Zhi recognized the man before her; his image appeared in magazine news, the domestic youngest financial genius, who had turned the nearly bankrupt Xie family into a globally renowned enterprise.

Lu Zheng, 28 years old, had never been involved in any scandal, austere and cold-hearted, with an extremely deep scheming mind.

He is the male lead who has battled the evil ghost antagonist in this world for many years.

As soon as Jiang Zhi saw him, her heart couldn't help but pound; the emotions brought by the original host compelled her to be unable to move, and her gaze involuntarily fell upon his face.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

777: "The original host's setting is to like the male lead Lu Zheng, wanting to cling to that fat fish Lu Zheng and take the position of Lu family's lady."

Jiang Zhi: "……"

Lu Zheng gave her a cold sideways glance, then strode away with his long legs, leaving her sight.

The steward behind reminded her: "It's time to go back, Miss Jiang."

Only after the man left did Jiang Zhi barely regain consciousness; she took a deep breath, leaned on the stair railing and walked downstairs, her legs feeling numb.

"Host, although the mission doesn't require you to cling to Lu Zheng, in this world you will be influenced by the plot and do things you didn't expect."

As soon as 777 finished speaking, Jiang Zhi's legs began to climb the stairs uncontrollably.

When she finally ran up to Lu Zheng, she was slightly out of breath, her slightly raised brows and eyes were rich and gorgeous, fine beads of sweat appeared on her snow‑white forehead, her voice carried a soft hint: "Mr. Lu, I like…… I'm very glad to be here, to take care of Young Master Lu Yiluo."

That sentence 'I like you' almost slipped out!

No, even if you want to cling to Lu Zheng, you can't confess your feelings at the first meeting!

Jiang Zhi felt exhausted; she had barely escaped the villain's deadly chokehold, yet she almost got killed by the male lead because of her confession.

Lu Zheng's brows were cold and stern; a hint of chill flickered in his narrow, long eyes, his thin lips slightly parted.

"Are you happy taking care of Lu Yiluo?"