Chapter 80: Volume 1 Chapter 80 Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (4)

Jiang Zhi instinctively nodded.

The Lu family's chronically ill young master, Lu Yiluo, who constantly stays in a dark room, is not as hard to approach or unpleasant as the outside world says.

Lu Zheng froze for a moment, obviously not expecting her to come looking for him—not because she wanted to resign, or because she had been injured at Lu Yiluo's place and wanted compensation.

The few people hired before to care for that consumptive monster would quit after just one day—for example, the previous one was carried out of the room with serious injuries and is still in the hospital ICU.

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the woman before him from head to toe; there was no sign of injury on her, and her complexion showed no pallor or fear.

"Heh." He let out a snort, curious about how their day together would go.

What exactly let his seriously ill brother spare her?

Lu Zheng no longer lingered, striding quickly toward the study.

He left the housekeeper to ask her many things about today, everything about her in the young master's room.

After the housekeeper left, Jiang Zhi glanced at her watch—it was already nine o'clock.

The subway would definitely be too late by now; she could only take a taxi.

Jiang Zhi walked out of the vast courtyard and left the villa.

But she didn't see that, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the castle-like villa, a pair of deep eyes peered through the gap in the heavy blackout curtains, watching her receding back disappear.

After taking a taxi to the original host's rented apartment, this place was rented by the original host for better work at the Lu family; it's not far from the Lu family villa, reachable by car in half an hour.

The rent wasn't cheap, so she shared the place with a university friend.

The original host handled interpersonal relations well, making several friends in college; the female roommates she shared the apartment with not only treated her as a friend but also as a goddess.

All this was due to the original host's beautiful and approachable appearance.

"How was it? How was it?" Ding Xia rushed to her face as soon as she entered the house, curious and questioning.

Jiang Zhi slipped off her slightly painful high heels, put on slippers, let out a relieved sigh, and said, "It's fine; the young master isn't as scary as the rumors say."

Ding Xia let out a breath for her, saying, "That's good; you don't know how scary those people say it is—whatever, they say the last person who cared for him all ended up in the ICU."

Jiang Zhi chuckled: "Too exaggerated." She thought:

What's exaggerated? She almost didn't make it back.

Ding Xia also had to get up early tomorrow, yawned several times, and said, "Then I'm going to sleep."

She stopped at the door again and said, "Jiang Jiang, next week is the student gathering; everyone in the group is asking whether you'll go."

Ding Xia was surprised; if it were before, Jiang Yu would always attend such student gatherings.

She couldn't help but recall what she said yesterday: "I don't know whether the Lu family's head, Lu Zheng, is good-looking or not."

Ding Xia asked with starry eyes, "Is Lu Zheng handsome or not?"

Jiang Zhi didn't hesitate: "Handsome."

Upon hearing that, Ding Xia murmured, "No wonder all those socialite heiresses want to meet him and date him."

Jiang Zhi waved her hand dismissively: "That's impossible; I've seen—he's either gay or asexual."

Cold and unfeeling, his gaze never lingered on her for more than two seconds.

Ding Xia sighed helplessly.

The next day.

Jiang Zhi, awakened by the alarm, opened her groggy eyes and slowly got out of bed.

777: "Host, you have forty minutes left before you're late."

Jiang Zhi quickly washed up, walked to the wardrobe, glanced at the clothes inside, and resignedly picked out a set of professional attire.

Fortunately, this set is much more conservative than yesterday's; the pencil skirt at least reaches the knees.

Wearing high heels, she didn't even have time for breakfast, rushing out the door.

She took the subway and arrived precisely at the villa's gate, then followed the housekeeper inside.

Today the housekeeper looked somewhat solemn, stopped at the door of Lu Yiluo's room, and said to her earnestly:

"Last night the young master ran a high fever; his mood will be poor right now, so don't speak when you go in."

To avoid upsetting the young master.

Jiang Zhi indicated she understood; after the housekeeper left, she pushed open the door and entered.

The room remained as dim as ever, with faint light seeping through the curtain gaps, allowing her to barely make out the interior.

Approaching the bedroom, she shifted her gaze to the boy lying on the bed.

He lay with his eyes closed, as if asleep.

Jiang Zhi tiptoed over and could barely make out his face—pale as paper, frail and thin.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, she would have thought the body on the bed was a corpse.

"Young master..." she whispered.

Like a goose feather lightly brushing past the boy's ear, it brought a faint tingling sensation.

Lu Yiluo opened his eyes; his pupils were like dead water, calm and waveless, gazing at her without expression.

A sense of danger suddenly rose in Jiang Zhi's heart, and she felt inexplicably afraid.

It all came from the boy lying on the bed.

Jiang Zhi's expression gave nothing away, her eyes full of worry as she asked, "Do you want some water?"

Lu Yiluo pushed himself up, leaning against the headboard; his whole body was wracked with the torment of illness, yet he responded slowly and indifferently, "Fine."

Jiang Zhi poured him a cup of water and watched him finish it.

The boy's complexion improved slightly; it no longer looked like the stillness of death.

She curled the corner of her lips and let out a quiet sigh of relief in her heart.

Lu Yiluo tilted his head back to drink, and in his peripheral vision he clearly saw the emotion in her eyes.

Even though she was in darkness, her eyes seemed to dispel all the gloom, shining with a brightness like starlight.

Unlike him.

She shouldn't be here; she ought to be standing in the sunlight.

Lu Yiluo put down the water cup in his hand, "Turn on the light."

Jiang Zhi heard his words clearly, walked to the wall, and turned on the living room light.

The light instantly dispelled all the darkness in the room, bright and infused with a bit more vitality.

Lu Yiluo, feeling uncomfortable, narrowed his eyes and raised the back of his hand to block the falling light.

Even after his eyes finally grew accustomed, he did not lower his hand.

A tentative, soft voice sounded above his head.

"Young master, shall I carry you to the wheelchair?"

Lu Yiluo heard the voice, lowered his hand, slightly tilted his forehead upward, and saw clearly the person standing in the light, who became increasingly radiant and beautiful.

"Okay."

Jiang Zhi stepped forward to the bedside, bent over and lifted him; a sudden surge of heat and numbness from his arms seeped into her heart.

She bit her lips tightly, and the slight upward tilt of her eyes quickly spread a petal-like blush.

Before she could loosen her grip and set him down, the boy in her arms suddenly spoke:

"Go to the sofa."

Jiang Zhi's dark eyes flickered blankly, showing a hint of embarrassment and struggle.

Normally, Jiang Zhi would surely feel the bedroom is close to the living room, but now, with each passing second, her reason grew a bit more blurred.

Every pore on her skin craved more touch.

She tasted the consequence of lifting a stone only to drop it on her own foot.

Jiang Zhi could not refuse his words; she looped her arm around his waist and back, slightly bending it, firmly suppressing the urge to sink into his embrace, took a step, and walked stiffly and unsteadily out of the bedroom.