The Mad Young Master Falls Asleep Every Night to My Fragrance - Chapter 85

Just as she was about to call and confront him, the bathroom door opened.

He Zhuo stepped out, his feet sinking into the water droplets.

I saw her clutching her phone tightly, the screen displaying those familiar text messages.

She kept her head down, her eyes glued to the influx of text messages, trembling with rage.

He Zhuo’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly covered her eyes: “Don’t look.”

He took the phone, exited the page, and tossed it onto the sofa.

“He Zhuo, did you… always know who sent these text messages?”

He Zhuo was taken aback.

He did not answer.

Jiang Youxi took his hand away and gently rubbed his calloused palm: “Why don’t you block him?”

“Even if I block him, he will still send messages from other numbers.”

“With your abilities, you have many ways to block these messages and numbers if you don’t want to be disturbed.”

Indeed, with his abilities, he could completely eliminate this spam information simply by spending some money.

But he didn’t do that, letting these malicious messages keep attacking his phone.

“I really don’t want to poop.”

“Why?”

He Zhuo pulled her into his arms, burying his handsome face in her slender neck, remaining silent for a long time.

In the quiet room, only their breaths mingled and were clearly audible.

Just when Jiang Youxi thought he wouldn’t reply, a deep voice came from her neck: “I once hurt someone.”

“Is he your friend?”

“Um.”

“Male or female?”

Another soft laugh came from her neck.

“why are you laughing?”

How could he still laugh at such a serious topic?

“Xixi, you’re jealous.”

Jiang Youxi choked: “I didn’t! It’s just a little bit nice…”

“A man.”

“ah?”

He Zhuo flicked her nose: “You know, I’m straight.”

“…”

Where did this come from?

Jiang Youxi steered the conversation back on track: “Then… is he still alive?”

“He should still be alive. We haven’t been in touch for many years.”

Is this the reason behind the previous rumors that he killed someone?

“So I’m sending it to you…”

He Zhuo looked at her.

Jiang Youxi smiled and said, “It’s nothing.”

“Xi Xi”.

“Um?”

“Just ask whatever you want, don’t worry about it.”

Jiang Youxi pursed her lips: “So the person who texted you is the friend you hurt?”

He Zhuo remained silent for a long time before nodding, “Mm.”

Just as I expected.

The reason he didn’t delete the messages from that person was because of guilt and self-blame.

Is that why he allowed these malicious messages to attack him, trying to torture himself and atone for some of his sins?

Can such an extreme, almost self-destructive method really atone for sins?

Will he feel any better psychologically because of this so-called “atonement”?

She wanted to ask him many questions, such as his current mood and feelings.

or……

The truth of what happened back then.

The truth behind being plagued by nightmares for years, severely affecting sleep.

It may be far more cruel than she imagined.

So she didn’t dare to ask, nor did she have the courage to inquire.

She couldn’t bear to reopen his old wounds and cruelly hurt him when everything was gradually improving; she just wanted an answer.

That would only make the wound bleed more and cause a hundred times more pain.

Jiang Youxi hugged his waist: “I’m sorry.”

“Apologize for what?”

“I looked at your phone without your permission.”

He Zhuo glanced at her sideways: “You’ve seen my whole body, why would I care about this phone?”

“…”

Jiang Youxi lay down, lifted the covers, and crawled in: “Go to sleep!”

“Xixi, are you going to abandon me?”

Jiang Youxi threw back the covers: “I don’t care about anything you do anymore?”

That bastard, he’s always turning the tables and slandering people!

He Zhuo lay down, pulled her close, and deliberately rubbed his nose against her collarbone: “Wife, how about we try a different way of sleeping tonight?”

“What other ways are there to sleep?”

Sleeping naked.

“…”

As he spoke, he reached out to unbutton her clothes.

Jiang Youxi pressed down: “No!”

“Why?”

“Xiao Xu is still at home!”

He Zhuo remained calm: “Don’t worry, every room in Yue Lan Ting is well soundproofed. No matter how loud you shout, no one outside can hear you.”

Jiang Youxi raised an eyebrow: “When did I call you that?”

The night before last.

“I–“

Jiang Youxi thought back carefully.

They were actually shouting quite loudly.

The main problem was that this bastard’s technique was too good; a simple hand was enough to make her unable to resist and almost lose control.

It was only afterwards that she realized she had screamed, and quite loudly at that.

He leaned closer and kissed her eyebrows and eyes: “You seem to be enjoying yourself. Shall we do it again tonight?”

Jiang Youxi slapped away his groping hand, refusing to admit it no matter what: “You’re the one who’s comfortable, your whole family is comfortable!”

He Zhuo looked resentful: “Can’t I even serve you?”

Jiang Youxi crossed her arms and said firmly, “No way!”

“Why?”

“Doing this too often is too addictive, I can’t get addicted!”

This guy is incredibly talented, he’s self-taught, and he made her feel like she was in heaven all night long, like a drug, she almost got addicted.

If she really reaches the “twenty years old” he mentioned, when she can actually do it, wouldn’t he kill her in bed?

So to avoid this kind of thing happening again, it’s best to do it less often!

“Okay, then go ahead and do it to me. I’m not afraid of getting addicted.”

He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest: “Help me untie it.”

Jiang Youxi hesitated: “I… my hands are shaking, I can’t untie it.”

“Jiang Youxi, you’re just going to pull up your pants and leave after you’ve had your fun, right?”

“I didn’t!”

“You clearly have it.”

Seeing the man’s unsatisfied expression, Jiang Youxi completely gave in: “Will you feel better if I make you feel good?”

He wouldn’t have brought up those unpleasant things from the past if she hadn’t pressed him for details.

He was in a bad mood, and it was all her fault.

So, to make amends, she had to take good care of him tonight, to cheer him up, and to prevent him from getting stuck in those bad emotions and being unable to move on.

He wasn’t in a bad mood at first, but seeing that she had said that, He Zhuo could only go along with her wishes. He was “dejected” and hugged her, his voice muffled: “Wife, I feel so bad. Can you touch me?”

“…”

Jiang Youxi felt something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

“Okay, okay,” Jiang Youxi completely gave in and took the initiative to help him take off his clothes.

He Zhuo stared intently at the young girl who was undressing him, his gaze deep and unwavering.

She straddled his waist and abdomen, leaning down slightly, focusing on unbuttoning his clothes.

She wore a loose white dress, and her long hair fell naturally down, the ends of which kept brushing against his bare skin.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling upon her as if she were an angel there to heal him.

Beautiful, lively, and sacred.

It seems as if she was born for him, and came for him.

He was born to belong to him forever.

He Zhuo’s heart softened, and he took her hand and kissed it.

Jiang Youxi was stunned, somewhat helplessly: “Do you want me to help you take off your clothes or do you want to kiss me as much as you want?”

“Yes, we have both.”

“Okay, then go ahead and kiss me.” Jiang Youxi was worried that he wasn’t satisfied, so she extended her other hand to him as well.

He Zhuo chuckled, stood up, grabbed her slender waist, and flipped her over.

Before Jiang Youxi could react, she was pinned down by the man.

He braced himself on the bed with his left hand, raised his right hand, and placed his fingertips on her collarbone: “Where shall we begin to kiss?”

“From here, or…” His fingers moved down her thighs, finally landing on her smooth, white thighs, then slipped inside—

“From here.”