Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 30

In that moment, she was grateful her eyes were covered.

 

 

The absence of sight allowed her to ignore the changes in her body, to cast aside shame, to act without restraint.

 

 

Her ears were filled with the sound of their ragged breathing. She drank hungrily from Yang Zhao, mimicking what had been done to her earlier—entwining, sucking. When she sensed Yang Zhao trying to pull away, she clung even tighter, refusing to let her escape.

 

 

Until a sudden sharp pain on her tongue made her freeze. The next second, Yang Zhao’s hand wrenched free, and she was shoved away without mercy.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s voice was low and heavy: “Hua Man, you have quite the audacity.”

 

 

Hearing this, Hua Man’s tense heart finally settled.

 

 

As expected, she had provoked Yang Zhao’s anger.

 

 

She reached up to tear off the silk blindfold.

 

 

But to her surprise, she was stopped again.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s voice sounded almost gritted: “Tonight, you’ll keep this on while you sleep.”

 

 

She could still stay here tonight?

 

 

Hua Man couldn’t help but reflect—had she not gone too far just now? Yet Yang Zhao still wanted her to stay the night. She had expected to be kicked straight off the bed.

 

 

“Disappointed?” Her chin was lifted, Yang Zhao’s voice steady with calculated calm. “Thought I’d just tell you to get out?”

 

 

Hua Man fell silent.

 

 

She hadn’t expected Yang Zhao to see through even this intention. Despite the long kiss, Yang Zhao hadn’t been fooled.

 

 

In the silence, Yang Zhao’s hand suddenly rested on her waist, and her breath hitched.

 

 

The next moment, a light pat landed on her backside: “Be good.”

 

 

A crisp sound.

 

 

Hua Man went completely rigid.

 

 

That was such a private area, now exposed and patted without any barrier, making it feel as if the spot might burst into flames.

 

 

She was pulled into Yang Zhao’s embrace.

 

 

They held each other without a shred of clothing between them, skin against skin, smooth and warm.

 

 

Most crucially, Yang Zhao buried her face against Hua Man’s chest.

 

 

Hua Man even had to soften her breathing.

 

 

Yang Zhao chuckled, her hot breath fanning over Hua Man’s skin: “From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to bury myself in you like this.”

 

 

“…Pervert.”

 

 

Though she shouldn’t speak like this to her “benefactor,” Hua Man couldn’t help it.

 

 

Who thinks of such things at first sight?

 

 

“This is perverted?”

 

 

Yang Zhao seemed to lift her head slightly, her scorching breath retreating—only to suddenly seize another kiss the next second.

 

 

Hua Man stiffened.

 

 

Yang Zhao was insatiable, not content with just tasting her but claiming the other side as well. She was grasped without restraint.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s voice was laced with amusement:

 

 

“Now that’s perverted.”

 

 

–

 

Hua Man had thought the night with Yang Zhao would be unbearable, but to her surprise, she had accidentally fallen asleep—and slept soundly until dawn.

 

 

When she woke, the other side of the bed was empty.

 

 

The blindfold had been removed at some point, and the room was deserted.

 

 

She, a bodyguard, had woken later than her employer.

 

 

Frowning, Hua Man sat up. The thin blanket slipped away, and when her gaze dropped to the mottled marks on her chest, her face flushed crimson.

 

 

Other areas were fine, but the traces on her chest were far too conspicuous.

 

 

 

Unable to avoid recalling the events of last night, Hua Man tried to ignore the strange sensation in her chest as she picked up the bathrobe discarded on the floor and put it back on.

 

 

Just as she wrapped the robe around herself, the bathroom door suddenly swung open.

 

 

Yang Zhao stepped out with a clearly displeased expression.

 

 

Their eyes met for several seconds, and Hua Man’s heart sank. Sure enough, the next moment, Yang Zhao spoke with a mocking smile, “You slept quite comfortably, didn’t you?”

 

 

The displeasure in her tone was unmistakable.

 

 

Hua Man immediately apologized, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

 

 

“Your fault?” Yang Zhao’s voice rose slightly. “Then tell me, what exactly did you do wrong?”

 

 

“I shouldn’t have woken up so late,” Hua Man murmured, lowering her gaze.

 

 

But Yang Zhao’s irritation didn’t lessen in the slightest. “Is that the only thing you did wrong?”

 

 

There’s more?

 

 

Hua Man’s gaze inadvertently landed on Yang Zhao’s lips, and her breath hitched.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s lips were noticeably swollen, and a small cut at the corner of her mouth stood out starkly.

 

 

As the culprit, Hua Man belatedly realized—Yang Zhao was here to settle the score.

 

 

As the saying goes, you can run but you can’t hide. Last night, she had deliberately acted recklessly, trying to provoke Yang Zhao, but it hadn’t worked. She had assumed Yang Zhao simply didn’t care.

 

 

Turns out, Yang Zhao just had a slow reaction time.

 

 

She was only bringing it up now.

 

 

“I was too impulsive yesterday,” Hua Man carefully chose her words. “I offended you, and I apologize.”

 

 

“Impulsive?” Yang Zhao tugged at the corner of her lips, only to wince slightly when the movement pulled at the wound. She turned her head away and continued, “I think you were perfectly calm—you knew exactly what you were doing.”

 

 

Truthfully, she had been very satisfied with Hua Man’s behavior.

 

 

She had to admit, she had been thoroughly impressed by Hua Man’s sudden assertiveness last night.

 

 

A forceful Hua Man was utterly captivating. Far from feeling offended, she had been completely overwhelmed the moment Hua Man pinned her to the bed.

 

 

Being kissed until she was nearly breathless had excited her so much she couldn’t stop trembling.

 

 

It was even more thrilling than dangling midair.

 

 

Compared to teasing a wooden Hua Man, she much preferred the version from last night.

 

 

By the end, she had nearly lost control, desperate to merge with Hua Man completely.

 

 

But clearly, it wasn’t time yet.

 

 

Moving too quickly could easily startle the prey. She needed to be a patient hunter, so she had refrained from taking the next step.

 

 

Even so, just lying close to Hua Man while sleeping had excited her enough to have an intensely erotic dream. When she woke up this morning, she was still wet.

 

 

Just a kiss had made her lose control like this.

 

 

This had never happened before, and she was dissatisfied with her own lack of restraint.

 

 

But she wouldn’t tell Hua Man any of this.

 

 

Watching Hua Man’s flushed face with satisfaction, she crossed her arms and let her off for now. “Go get changed. We’re going out later.”

 

 

“Going out?”

 

 

Hua Man was stunned, her gaze involuntarily drifting back to Yang Zhao’s lips.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s skin was flawlessly pale, her face perfect in every way. Now, with that small cut on her lips, it stood out glaringly.

 

 

“What?” Sensing Hua Man’s gaze, Yang Zhao lifted her chin smugly, deliberately teasing. “You had the guts to bite me, but not the guts to let me go out like this?”

 

 

The words instantly turned Hua Man’s face scarlet, leaving her stammering and speechless.

 

 

 

How pitiful.

 

 

Yang Zhao shook her head inwardly.

 

 

If she were Hua Man, she would immediately open her robe to reveal the mottled marks covering her body. The pitiful, stubbornly erect red buds alone would be enough to silence anyone.

 

 

Unfortunately, she was herself, and Hua Man was Hua Man.

 

 

Those marks had appeared on Hua Man’s body, not on her own shameless self.

 

 

This meant she was destined to suffer in silence.

 

 

“Don’t just stand there, go wash up.” At this point, Yang Zhao gave her a meaningful look. “Do you want me to keep waiting for you?”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

Spurred by Yang Zhao’s words, Hua Man didn’t dare delay any longer. She quickly returned to her room to freshen up and change before coming back to the living room.

 

 

In the living room, Yang Zhao was idly picking out clothes.

 

 

Yu Shan had already arrived and was standing beside Yang Zhao. When she saw Hua Man emerge, her face no longer held the previous hostility, though her furrowed brows showed clear dissatisfaction with Hua Man’s tardiness.

 

 

Hua Man lowered her gaze and stood quietly behind Yang Zhao.

 

 

But Yang Zhao soon turned around. “Why are you standing back there?”

 

 

She patted the sofa beside her. “Come sit here.”

 

 

This scene felt familiar.

 

 

When Hua Man first arrived at the Yang household, Yang Zhao had deliberately made her sit close, only to humiliate her together with Yu Shan.

 

 

Back then, with a clear conscience, she hadn’t thought much of it. But now, with their roles reversed and facing the same situation, she felt uneasy.

 

 

Seeing Hua Man hesitate, Yu Shan’s expression darkened further. She couldn’t resist nudging her with an elbow. “Hua Man?”

 

 

The touch was light, but as Yu Shan bumped into her, Hua Man’s arm brushed against her own chest. The red buds that had been bitten and sucked on all night were grazed, making Hua Man’s breath hitch slightly.

 

 

Trying to ignore the strange sensation in her chest, she stepped forward and sat beside Yang Zhao.

 

 

In the next moment, Yang Zhao wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close—completely disregarding the staff and Yu Shan in the room.

 

 

Hua Man slowed her breathing, doing her best to ignore Yu Shan’s gaze burning into her back.

 

 

“Your fashion sense really is lacking.” Yang Zhao had stopped looking at the rows of clothes presented to her and was now studying Hua Man. “Pick something from here.”

 

 

After a moment’s thought, realizing none of Hua Man’s clothes were particularly flattering or showed off her figure, she added, “From now on, you’ll choose your outfits with me.”

 

 

“I have clothes,” Hua Man attempted to protest.

 

 

“I said your taste is terrible.”

 

 

Yang Zhao frowned.

 

 

Although Hua Man had a face that could make anything look good, even the prettiest face shouldn’t be paired with a potato sack every day.

 

 

“Your casual wear?” Yang Zhao’s expression turned disdainful. “Even our maid uniforms look better. You might as well wear a burlap sack.”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

Was it really that bad?

 

 

Behind them, Yu Shan burst into laughter.

 

 

Hua Man stiffened her expression, pretending not to hear.

 

 

Yang Zhao still took her time selecting clothes, picking out an outfit for Hua Man as well.

 

 

She was extremely picky when choosing for herself, always taking forever, but for Hua Man, she quickly settled on three sets.

 

 

“That’ll do for now,” she said with a wave.

 

 

The staff who had brought the clothes quietly left.

 

 

“Go change,” Yang Zhao ordered.

 

 

This time, Hua Man obediently took the clothes and returned to her room.

 

 

 

Before she could close the door, Yu Shan’s dissatisfied voice came from behind: “Why is the young mistress being so kind to her…”

 

 

Her movements froze as she instinctively glanced towards Yang Zhao’s direction. Unfortunately, Yang Zhao happened to be looking right at her.

 

 

Caught peeking, Hua Man pretended to remain composed as she averted her gaze and firmly shut the door, blocking out that piercing stare.

 

 

Grabbing a random outfit Yang Zhao had picked for her, she dressed quickly. Before leaving, she couldn’t resist checking herself in the mirror.

 

 

The saying “clothes make the man” proved entirely true—staring at her reflection, Hua Man felt almost dazed.

 

 

The unfamiliar image made her uncomfortable, but she couldn’t keep Yang Zhao waiting. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out immediately.

 

 

Fortunately, Yang Zhao hadn’t finished changing yet.

 

 

When Yu Shan saw her, a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes before her expression grew complicated, finally sighing: “No wonder the young mistress favors you.”