Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 389 - 387: Wipe Mr. Huo’s Body

Huo Zhenyang, half-drunk and half-awake, couldn’t help but curl his thin lips, the touch between his palm and fingertips feeling extremely pleasant.

"That meat bun wasn’t a freebie with a phone top-up, was it?"

"Such a slender waist, hardly seems like someone who’s given birth."

The soft cotton-like waist felt like melt-in-your-mouth jelly, and like delectable chocolate about to melt; it seemed if he applied a bit more force, she would break in his palm.

She felt the man’s unyielding shackles, her heartbeat racing fiercely.

The faint scent of alcohol mixed with his warm breath made it difficult for her to breathe autonomously for a moment.

The breath lingering under her nose was so familiar, it felt like déjà vu, she couldn’t determine where she had encountered it before, yet it didn’t repulse her, and there was even an unconscious reliance on it...

If it were any other person of the opposite sex, so drunkenly collapsing onto her, with a hand that might be taking liberties, she would have pushed them away regardless of whether they were her creditor or anyone else!

But at this moment, like opposite poles of magnets irresistibly attracted, she couldn’t escape the perimeter around him.

But she quickly sobered up again, chiding herself for being overly concerned.

"Familiar? Deja vu?"

Of course, she was familiar with him; he was her creditor, hot on her heels demanding payment!

Jiayi subtly pushed him to the side, doing her best to avoid getting too close to him.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes, hazy with drunkenness, glanced at the woman beside him, his voice rendered deeper and huskier by the alcohol, yet exuding a powerful masculine vibe as he lowered it and threatened, "If you knock me over, I’m afraid your wages won’t cover the deductions."

Hit directly on her sore spot, she immediately snapped alert, no longer daring to evade, and let him tighten his hold around her waist, entangled with him as she went upstairs, entered the bedroom, and then, together with Ade, helped him onto the king-size bed.

The man flopped onto the thick, soft, and comfortable bed, spread-eagled and slightly flushed with heat, opening his shirt buttons himself with half-closed eyes and sighed almost imperceptibly.

Ade, knowing housekeeper Huei took the day off, said to Jiayi, "Fetch a basin of warm water and a towel to wipe down Mr. Huo and change his clothes."

What—

Jiayi froze, to wipe him, to change his clothes?

She stood motionless, "Ade, I came here to clean, not to—"

"Miss Chu, your role in the villa includes being a servant, not just for cleaning," Ade reminded her.

Jiayi also understood—of course, a servant’s duty was to tend to the master’s needs, not solely to clean; biting the bullet, she could only head out first.

Five minutes later, she entered with the hot water and a towel, and, upon another glance at the bed, couldn’t help but gasp.

Ade, fearing the Boss might be hot, had already removed his shirt.

The smooth, curving neck, perfectly muscled chest and abdomen, and tanned skin were brazenly exposed to her view.

She knew she was not an ignorant young girl, but upon seeing such a powerfully masculine body before her, she couldn’t help but blush and feel a heat in her ears.

Ade, noticing Jiayi’s blush, gave a couple of coughs and seemed to suppress a laugh, "Miss Chu, you’re not feeling shy, are you?"

Feeling shy?

She was a woman who had given birth. Using the word "shy" seemed too hypocritical!

But she really couldn’t control her heartbeat, feeling as if several rabbits had been stuffed into her chest, thumping with great vigor!

There’s a saying, "I’ve never eaten pork, but I’ve seen pigs run." But even if one has seen pigs run, it doesn’t mean they’ve eaten pork!

Yes, she had given birth, but giving birth didn’t mean she usually saw men’s bodies—

Jiayi could only forcefully suppress the rising warmth in her cheeks. "No."

Yet, as her gaze inadvertently drifted to the King-size bed, her heart went into a frenzy.

On the bed, the man’s breathing became increasingly rapid due to the effects of the alcohol, and his handsome, robust figure rose and fell with each heavy breath. Glistening sweat shone on his bronzed neck, adding a deadly allure.

The room was filled with the thick scent of male hormones.

Thankfully, Ade was there; otherwise, Jiayi wasn’t sure whether she would become so nervous that she’d retreat.

"Then I’ll trouble Miss Chu to take care of Mr. Huo. It would be best to get something to sober him up and make him more comfortable. I’ll go park the car in the garage first," said Ade, breaking Jiayi’s bewilderment and heading toward the bedroom door of the Boss.

"Ade, wait a minute,—am I the only one to take care of Mr. Huo?" Jiayi regained her senses.

Ade nodded. "There are no other servants in the villa right now. Who else is there besides Miss Chu? It’s too late to call for a hourly maid at this hour. Miss Chu, you aren’t planning to leave the master here alone and just walk away, are you?"

Jiayi wanted so much to answer "Yes, I am," but only managed a feeble protest, struggling as if at death’s door, "Then... how long do I need to take care of him?"

Ade’s tone was very serious. "Of course you must care for Mr. Huo until he is sober from the hangover. Miss Chu, please make sure to stay by Mr. Huo’s side tonight. Should Mr. Huo have any uncomfortable reactions, be sure to notify me immediately."

He’s just drunk, isn’t he? Does it have to be this serious? And to guard him all night?

Does this mean she can’t go back?

Jiayi was surprised, "Ade, once Mr. Huo falls asleep, I should be able to leave, right?"

Ade was adamant, "You can’t, Jiayi. You can leave tomorrow morning once Mr. Huo is fully sober."

A strange feeling welled up in Jiayi’s heart, not understanding why Ade was so anxious about his drunkenness, especially since he was not that severely drunk; but in the end, she could only swallow her questions temporarily.

Seeing that she wasn’t talking, Ade left first. Miss Chu had been working at Disheng for two or three months, everything was second nature to her now. With her taking care of things, he felt assured.

Jiayi stared at Ade’s departing back and the gradually fading footsteps, then turned back to look at the man on the bed and felt dumbfounded again.

The whole villa contained only her and the nearly unconscious man on the bed.

For a moment, the emptiness was such that it seemed she could hear his breathing.

Suddenly very anxious, she thought about going out to greet Ade and make an excuse—pretending to be sick would do, pretending to be dead, just to escape right away?

She was here to clean, not expecting to have to look after a man who was drunk.

"Have you turned to stone? Move it," she chided herself.

In the moment of Jiayi’s stupor, Huo Zhenyang flipped over impatiently, his disgruntled voice spreading to every corner of the bedroom.

Drenched in sweat, he seemed somewhat irritable.

The bedroom, usually warm, suddenly felt several degrees colder.

Jiayi gritted her teeth and went all in!

Since she had chosen to come to Disheng to work as a maid and repay her debts, what was she not able to do?

Nothing to be embarrassed about, no sense of grievance.

This was also considered earning one’s keep through labor.

If she had seen herself as a delicate young lady, she would have stayed in S Country in the first place.

She wrung out the towel and sat by the bed, wiping down his body bit by bit, and with a lot of effort, she turned his whole body around to wipe his back.