Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 29

“Understood,” she replied stiffly.

 

 

The head resting against her chest finally withdrew.

 

 

Hua Man secretly exhaled in relief, but the next moment, Yang Zhao spoke again: “If I remember correctly, I told you to sleep with me.”

 

 

Her heart, which had just settled, leaped back into her throat.

 

 

Hua Man cautiously raised her eyes.

 

 

“Go take a shower,” Yang Zhao said, pressing her fingers lightly against her own lips, which were red and swollen from being ravaged. She rubbed them gently. “After your shower, lie down properly on my bed.”

 

 

Hua Man nodded stiffly. “Mm.”

 

 

Only after Yang Zhao entered the bathroom did she make her way to her own room.

 

 

Dazed, she stepped into the shower. The lingering tingling sensation on her lips was still vivid. Standing before the mirror, she gazed at her bare reflection.

 

 

When she signed the contract, she knew this day would come. In fact, it had arrived later than she expected.

 

 

She and Yang Zhao had already kissed many times. Just moments ago, they had shared a ten-minute-long, passionate kiss.

 

 

She didn’t dislike Yang Zhao.

 

 

Kissing was an intimate act—if she didn’t like the other person, she would have felt a physical revulsion.

 

 

But she hadn’t. Instead, she had lost herself in it.

 

 

So even if things went further, it wouldn’t matter. She had already gained so much from Yang Zhao—she couldn’t be greedy and selfish, too hypocritical to accept what came next.

 

 

This shower lasted much longer than usual. Yet, even after she wrapped herself in the hotel robe and entered the master bedroom, Yang Zhao still hadn’t emerged from the bathroom.

 

 

Yang Zhao always took her time bathing.

 

 

Standing awkwardly by the bed for a moment, Hua Man carefully sat down.

 

 

The sound of running water from the bathroom filled the air, and Hua Man’s heart pounded violently, as if trying to burst out of her chest. She couldn’t calm down at all.

 

 

Every passing second felt like torture.

 

 

Suddenly, the water stopped.

 

 

Hua Man bit her lip.

 

 

Yang Zhao had told her to lie down properly on the bed—did that mean lying down naked, or just lying down normally?

 

 

Click—

 

 

Just as her mind went blank, the bathroom door swung open. Hua Man instinctively stood up from the bed.

 

 

Yang Zhao, stepping out of the shower, immediately noticed Hua Man stiffly standing at attention. After a brief pause, she began drying her hair with a towel and said, “Come here and blow-dry my hair.”

 

 

“Okay.”

 

 

Being given a task actually eased Hua Man’s nerves. She quickly positioned herself in front of Yang Zhao, who had taken a seat.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s hair was impeccably cared for—silky smooth without a single split end. Hua Man handled it with extra caution.

 

 

But the young mistress was anything but well-behaved.

 

 

She picked up a tablet and started watching a variety show, laughing at the skits like any ordinary person.

 

 

Hua Man nearly tugged her hair several times.

 

 

“Is my hair still not dry?” Sensing how long it had taken, Yang Zhao reached up to touch her hair. Feeling the texture under her fingers, her eyes darkened as she looked up. “Are you trying to scorch my hair?”

 

 

Hua Man: “…Sorry.”

 

 

She hurriedly turned off the hairdryer.

 

 

“You’re not nervous, are you?” Yang Zhao laughed when she saw Hua Man’s bright red ears. “Why are you so timid?”

 

 

As she spoke, she stood up, hooked her finger around the tie of Hua Man’s robe, and gently pulled her closer.

 

 

 

Hua Man staggered two steps, managing to steady herself just before she would have collided into Yang Zhao’s embrace.

 

 

Yet the distance between them still exceeded normal social boundaries.

 

 

Locking eyes with Yang Zhao at such close proximity, within seconds she suddenly lowered her gaze—her line of sight seemingly landing on Hua Man’s lips. Hua Man’s heart instantly pounded like thunder.

 

 

What did that mean?

 

 

Did she want to kiss?

 

 

Hua Man’s breath hitched slightly, feeling as if the air around her had grown thin.

 

 

Yang Zhao spoke: “Why didn’t you wait for me obediently in bed?”

 

 

“You asked me to help dry your hair.”

 

 

Hua Man reminded her.

 

 

“I only asked because I saw you standing.” As she spoke, Yang Zhao’s fingers lightly pinched the belt tied around her robe, idly toying with it while carefully observing Hua Man’s reaction.

 

 

Noticing how her actions made Hua Man tense, she curved her lips into a smile. “It’s still early. Let me take a good look at you?”

 

 

The way she said “look” was clearly not in the usual sense. Hua Man stiffened her jaw. “Mm.”

 

 

“Mm?” Yang Zhao released the belt and took a step back, crossing her arms. “Don’t just say it—move, Manman.”

 

 

She wanted her to undress herself.

 

 

Hua Man’s face burned. Pressing her lips together, she hesitated only briefly before gripping the belt and giving it a light tug. The robe loosened and fell open.

 

 

Bearing the shame, she let the robe slip off.

 

 

The thin fabric pooled at her feet, and under the light, her fair skin seemed to glow softly.

 

 

She was still nervous.

 

 

Without the cover of clothing, the rise and fall of her chest became impossible to hide.

 

 

Like red plums dusted with snow—a sight never seen before.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s gaze darkened, her eyes roaming over Hua Man without restraint as she savored the view.

 

 

The crimson blossoms were vivid, adorning the delicate buds in a breathtaking display.

 

 

From the moment she first laid eyes on Hua Man, she had known her figure was good—but she hadn’t expected it to be this stunning once undressed.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s eyes trailed downward.

 

 

Hua Man’s body was flawless—scarcely an ounce of excess fat, a slender waist, long and graceful legs, and even… that part left nothing to criticize.

 

 

Unable to resist, she reached out, smiling as she lightly traced a finger along her skin.

 

 

Just that faint touch was enough to make Hua Man flush all over.

 

 

Without clothes to hide behind, her emotions became so transparent.

 

 

Yang Zhao chuckled. “You’re like a steamed shrimp right now.”

 

 

So she didn’t just blush at the ears when embarrassed.

 

 

Hua Man stayed silent.

 

 

At a time like this, anything she said would only deepen her humiliation.

 

 

Yang Zhao paid no mind to her silence, letting her fingers drift back to her lips before trailing lazily downward—over her collarbone, then further down.

 

 

Hua Man’s breathing grew ragged.

 

 

Just as her touch was about to descend even lower, a phone suddenly rang in the room.

 

 

The moment Yang Zhao paused, she noticed Hua Man exhale in relief. Amusement flickered in her eyes, but she wasn’t about to let her off so easily.

 

 

Leaning down before Hua Man could react, she captured her lips, teasing them lightly with the tip of her tongue.

 

 

Straightening up, she admired the glistening moisture left behind, her smiling gaze meeting Hua Man’s. “Be good and wait for me in bed.”

 

 

Her words were suggestive, but then again, what they were about to do was inherently so.

 

 

Hua Man tried to ignore the strange sensation in her chest, forcing out a strained, “Okay.”

 

 

Whoever had called, Yang Zhao didn’t linger in the room, quickly heading to the living room instead.

 

 

Hua Man finally let out a breath.

 

 

 

But the thought that things weren’t over yet made her heart race again. Taking a deep breath, she carefully climbed onto the bed.

 

 

The young mistress’s bed was fragrant and soft, the fabric smooth against her skin.

 

 

Lying stiffly for a moment, she then pulled over a thin blanket and wrapped herself in it cautiously.

 

 

As she moved, her hand accidentally brushed against her chest, and the dampness from her flushed peaks immediately clung to her skin.

 

 

Hua Man bit her lip.

 

 

Just recalling the sensation of being enveloped in warmth earlier made her body lose control.

 

 

The long-dried place seemed to be brewing sweet nectar.

 

 

She instinctively clenched her thighs, her face burning with embarrassment.

 

 

Just as she was at a loss, footsteps approached—Yang Zhao had finished her phone call.

 

 

Her breathing grew uneven.

 

 

Not daring to look up, she turned on her side, staring at the white wall.

 

 

Her hearing sharpened in that instant.

 

 

The rustle of fabric—Yang Zhao was undressing. Then, the soft bed dipped, and soon, a warm body pressed against her from behind, embracing her along with the blanket.

 

 

Through the thin cover, she could feel the scorching heat radiating from Yang Zhao.

 

 

If something was bound to happen tonight, why couldn’t she take the initiative instead of being passive?

 

 

In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through her mind before her gaze steadied with resolve.

 

 

Yes, she couldn’t be too passive.

 

 

She couldn’t show too much hesitation.

 

 

With that in mind, she took a deep breath, turned over, and pinned Yang Zhao down in one swift motion.

 

 

The lights were still on, and Yang Zhao’s body was laid bare beneath her.

 

 

The next second, a hand covered her eyes.

 

 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

 

 

Even now, Yang Zhao’s voice sounded calm, even amused.

 

 

This was a game of wits.

 

 

Hua Man didn’t want to lose.

 

 

She tried to steady her breathing. “Whatever you want to do to me, I want to do to you.”

 

 

“Oh?”

 

 

Yang Zhao suddenly arched up, pressing their bodies flush together. Hua Man froze, overwhelmed by the sensation of their skin touching, her breath hitching.

 

 

Yang Zhao murmured, “Don’t open your eyes.”

 

 

Unsure of her intentions, Hua Man obeyed, keeping her eyes shut.

 

 

The hand over her eyes withdrew, and the body against her chest shifted—Yang Zhao seemed to be reaching for something on the nightstand.

 

 

They were pressed so tightly that Hua Man could feel her softness being molded against Yang Zhao, even the brush of their peaks sending tingles through her entire body.

 

 

More nectar spilled beyond her control.

 

 

Then, something soft covered her eyes.

 

 

She stiffened.

 

 

A silk scarf—one that carried Yang Zhao’s scent—was draped over her eyes and tied securely at the back of her head.

 

 

“Done.” Yang Zhao’s fingers traced her cheek. “Do whatever you want to me.”

 

 

Blindfolded, her insecurity flared. Hua Man instinctively reached to remove it, but her wrist was caught.

 

 

“Ah-ah.” Yang Zhao’s voice was sweetly teasing. “I’d be too shy.”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

Shy?

 

 

Yang Zhao—shy?

 

 

She might as well believe the world would end tomorrow.

 

 

Maybe it was some kind of roleplay.

 

 

Weren’t there people with peculiar tastes in bed? Perhaps this was Yang Zhao’s.

 

 

Hua Man steadied herself.

 

 

Maybe it was better not to see. The illusion of ignorance became tangible—without sight, even her shame faded somewhat.

 

 

 

She raised her hand, grasping Yang Zhao’s fingers that were caressing her face, then pressed them down onto the bed.

 

 

Unable to see, she relied on instinct as she bent down.

 

 

Her intention was to kiss Yang Zhao’s lips, but when she made contact, she realized she’d landed on his eyes instead.

 

 

Yang Zhao didn’t resist.

 

 

Realizing this, Hua Man felt an inexplicable thrill surge through her. She moved lower, fumbling until she found his lips, then caught his lower lip between her teeth and gave it a gentle suck.

 

 

He soon parted his lips, his tongue lightly brushing against hers—an invitation.

 

 

Yang Zhao had pried open her lips before, conquering her mouth with ease, but she had rarely ventured into his territory like this.

 

 

Now, without hesitation, she tentatively pushed her tongue forward.

 

 

Invading. Entwining.

 

 

The unfamiliar sensation sent tremors through her entire body. She could feel her own excitement—not just from her wildly pounding heart, but from the unmistakable wetness between her thighs.