Chapter 84: Volume 1, Chapter 84 – Skin Hunger-Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (8)

We need to find a way to get in.

But before she could fully study it, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"What are you looking for?"

Jiang Zhi quickly turned around and saw the boy pushing a wheelchair up to her.

He wasn't in the lab after all—was he outside?

Jiang Zhi lied without blushing or her heart racing, doubt showing in her eyes as she pointed at the bookshelf and murmured:

"I saw light inside, and it felt really strange."

Lu Yiluo turned his wheelchair to block her view of the bookshelf and said offhandedly, "It's just your illusion."

Jiang Zhi didn't dwell on the bookshelf anymore; recalling the afternoon's treatment, a faint blush rose on her face as she lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes.

"Sorry, Young Master, I just woke up from sleeping." She clenched her intertwined fingers, "I'm heading back now, see you tomorrow~"

Having said that, she stepped forward, about to leave.

"It's late." Lu Yiluo called out to her, quietly looking at her and said, "Stay here tonight to sleep."

Jiang Zhi widened her eyes in surprise, standing there nervous and hesitant, and blurted, "How, how can that be okay?!"

Lu Yiluo rolled his wheelchair closer until he stopped in front of her, speaking calmly: "If I say it's okay, then it's okay."

His words were calm and indifferent, yet they left no room for rebuttal or resistance.

Jiang Zhi saw an overbearing, domineering aura that didn't belong to someone his age.

It bore some resemblance to the male lead, Lu Zheng.

Jiang Zhi dismissed the thought, blushing as she agreed.

How could the male lead and the antagonist be similar?

…

Sensing her desire to bathe, Lu Yiluo summoned the butler, who prepared pajamas and underwear that fit her size, all brand new and unworn.

Jiang Zhi came out of the bathroom, her hair also washed and damply wrapped in a towel; meeting the boy's gaze, she unconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes.

The pajamas were a simple, conservative style—ice-silk long pants and long sleeves—except the neckline hung a bit low; before coming out, she tried to conceal it by buttoning the top button.

In the boy's eyes, it was even more alluring than leaving it unbuttoned.

A flicker of darkness passed through his midnight‑like pupils; the fingers resting on the wheelchair armrest tightened slightly, and his throat gave a soft gulp.

"Come here."

Hearing that, Jiang Zhi hurried over obediently.

When she realized the boy intended to blow‑dry her hair, she was flustered and shook her head: "No, it's fine, Young Master—I can do it myself…"

Lu Yiluo interrupted her with an indifferent expression: "Don't speak."

Jiang Zhi pressed her lips together, flustered as she knelt before him, letting his fingers thread through her hair.

Several times, whether intentionally or not, his fingers brushed her scalp or earlobes, cheeks, and a shocking blush quickly spread, like dewdrops on blooming rose petals.

Lu Yiluo acted as if he noticed nothing, yet his fingers grew increasingly improper.

The woman who had been squatting could no longer support herself; her soft, sweet‑scented body leaned against his legs, her breathing turning into soft panting.

At the moment the hairdryer stopped, Jiang Zhi quickly stepped away from his legs and collapsed onto the floor to catch her breath.

This time, Lu Yiluo didn't make things difficult for her, letting her sleep on the living‑room sofa.

Meanwhile, he rolled his wheelchair to the bathroom.

Jiang Zhi lay on the sofa, eyes closed, tossing and turning unable to sleep, and found herself chatting with 777.

"Do you think the villain's function is still active?"

777: "……………"

"It is, and the villain will die soon, becoming an evil ghost with all limbs intact."

Jiang Zhi gave an "oh" and boredly stared at the ceiling, counting.

Over an hour passed and she still couldn't sleep, having slept too long earlier.

The sound of a wheelchair rolling across the floor reached her ears; she glanced over furtively and exclaimed to the system:

"How could he be washing for an hour?"

She had washed not only her body but also her hair, and it hadn't taken that long.

Before 777 could reply, Jiang Zhi added, "Is he doing something shameful in the bathroom?"

777 suddenly felt like crashing.

Jiang Zhi chuckled, "Little one, your desires are pretty strong."

She had stayed at the Lu family for two months.

During this time, Lu Yiluo subjected her to various 'treatments' that had no effect at all, and her Skin Hunger‑Thirst Syndrome only grew worse.

The moment she touched him, her body turned to limp water.

As time went on, Lu Yiluo's condition worsened, wave after wave of doctors entered his room to treat him, all to no avail.

The illness Lu Yiluo suffers from is unprecedented; its fluctuating, eerie nature renders any medicine ineffective against him.

These past two days, Jiang Zhi has been in the garden accompanying the butler in planting flowers, and she still couldn't enter Lu Yiluo's room.

The yard contains several flower beds; the butler's flowers are extremely rare varieties and require especially attentive care.

Jiang Zhi also quite likes flowers; she doesn't find it tiring but rather enjoys it.

For example, in this flower bed before us, the plants are about to bloom; they are called Blood Buds and must be watered with animal blood to grow.

Legend says that if watered with human blood, the blossoms open like fresh red blood from a human heart—gorgeous and unparalleled.

"Do you like it?" a voice came from behind her.

Jiang Zhi turned around and saw a man walking toward her.

His expensive, finely tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist; his neatly combed forehead hair was swept back, his features deep and handsome, his brow bearing an icy, snow‑mountain aura, and his narrow, long eyes were dark and deep, as if ink had been poured into them, letting no light seep through.

Jiang Zhi bowed and respectfully called out, "Mr. Lu."

Her attitude was obvious, carrying aloofness.

These past few days, the male lead has been appearing before her every now and then.

He had nothing particular to do, just as if he happened to walk over to say hello.

Jiang Zhi didn't believe he had no purpose; for the task he had previously assigned, she had completed it more or less.

The villain Lu Yiluo's Favorability toward her reached 86.

Lu Zheng stepped up to her, glanced at the flower bed beside him, raised his brow and said, "I can give them to you."

Jiang Zhi didn't dare look at his face, fearing she would uncontrollably throw herself at him.

If she could avoid him, she would.

"No need, Mr. Lu, I'm just admiring, not liking." She politely refused, "Still, thank you for your kindness; I have things to do, so I'll be going." Having said that, she was about to leave.

But the man stood like a wall, directly blocking her path. Jiang Zhi had no time to dodge, and her whole body slammed into him.

In the moment her skin awoke from thirst, she hastily stepped back a few paces, forgetting the flower bed behind her; her foot caught, and she toppled backward unexpectedly.

Lu Zheng extended his iron‑like long arm, wrapped it around her waist, pulled her in, and held her in his embrace.

"Ah……"

Jiang Zhi, sunk into the tall man's embrace, appeared petite and pitiful; the lush richness of her brows and eyes dispersed her pure aura, her snow‑white cheeks flushed pink, and her wet, red‑tinged dark eyes quickly welled with physiological tears.

This scene fell into the eyes of a boy seated in a wheelchair before the floor‑to‑ceiling window on the third floor.

【Villain Lu Yiluo's Hatred Value 20】