Jingjing’s chest was so large that Zhao Rong couldn’t help but reach out for it. Just as his hands were about to make contact, he suddenly snapped back to reality. He wanted to slap himself. He was being driven purely by lust, with no self-control whatsoever.
Zhao Rong sighed to himself. If Jingjing saw this lecherous look on my face, she’d definitely refuse my treatnt.
But as he turned to head back downstairs, Jingjing suddenly looked at him and said, "Little guard, since you’ve shown such sincerity, you can co to my room."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong froze. He stared at Jingjing, speechless for a mont before saying, "Jingjing, I almost grabbed your chest just now. Are you sure you still want to invite into your room?"
Jingjing chuckled. "From birth to age ten, a man’s greatest desire is food. From ten to twenty, it’s fun. From twenty to thirty, it’s sex. So, your reaction just now only proves that you’re a normal man. You’re not like the so-called ’gentlen’ who co to my house, acting all stoic and pretending not to notice my figure.
"But the mont they enter my boudoir, especially when the door closes, they get a look of surprise and excitent that’s disgusting enough to make any woman sick. It honestly makes want to vomit. So, little guard, even though you showed your desire, you were able to control it. That proves you’re still a decent person."
Thoroughly confused, Zhao Rong said, "Well, since you’re not afraid of , I guess I’ll follow you into your room." With that, he followed Jingjing into her boudoir.
The mont he stepped inside, his reaction was the sa as every doctor who had co before him: first shock, then a sudden surge of excitent. The shock ca from the state of her room, which was ssy to an unacceptable degree. The excitent, however, was because there were dozens of cosplay costus scattered about. He was especially thrilled by a red Mai Shiranui costu. Zhao Rong didn’t dare to imagine how beautiful and seductive a well-endowed girl like Jingjing would look in it.
Just as he was lost in his surprise and excitent, Jingjing turned around. She looked at him and let out a long sigh. "Little guard, my illness... it’s incurable."
Hearing the beautiful woman say her hyperplasia was incurable, Zhao Rong laughed. "How is that possible? It’s just minor hyperplasia. Even if I can’t cure it, I can take you to Xijing Hospital, the best hospital in Xijing City. They’d definitely be able to cure you completely."
Seeing how lightly he took it, Jingjing sat down and said, "Actually, it’s not hyperplasia. It’s breast cancer..."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong was stunned. He stared at her in disbelief. "No way. You’re so young and beautiful... and your breasts are so large and full... how could you possibly have breast cancer?"
Seeing his astonishnt, Jingjing said with despair in her voice, "Wealth and honor are predestined; life and death are decreed by fate. I have no idea why I would get breast cancer..."
Zhao Rong imdiately sat down beside her to comfort her. "Does your mother know it’s breast cancer and not hyperplasia?"
Jingjing nodded. "I’m her daughter, of course she knows. The only reason she told you it was hyperplasia was because she was afraid you wouldn’t co, afraid you’d refuse to treat ."
Zhao Rong knew that breast cancer was considered a terminal illness. Clinging to a final shred of hope, he took the alchemy manual from his Magic Ring. "Jingjing, don’t despair and don’t give up yet. Let look through this miraculous book. Maybe I can find a secret recipe to cure your breast cancer."
As he frantically flipped through the pages, Jingjing suddenly stood up. She opened the window and looked at the villa across from hers. "Since I’m going to leave this world soon, I should do so of the things I’ve always wanted to do."
With those words, she leaped lightly from the window and landed on the balcony of the opposite villa, which just so happened to be Zhao Rong’s ho. When he saw that the thing Jingjing most wanted to do was jump into his house, he stood at the window and called out, "Jingjing, why did you jump over to my house?"
After speaking, Zhao Rong thought, If Jingjing finds out the villa next door is actually mine, she’ll definitely be thrilled.
He hadn’t expected her to look at him with disdain. "Little guard, your joke is really la. I know you’re trying to cheer up, but could you at least try to tell a funny one?"
"So the thing you want to do is jump into soone else’s house?" Zhao Rong asked.
Jingjing smiled. "My own room is too ssy to even walk in, so I hopped over to this one since it’s temporarily vacant."
Hearing that this beautiful woman was abandoning her own room to stay in his, Zhao Rong was flabbergasted. He looked at Jingjing and asked, "What’s so attractive about the room next door?" As he spoke, he positioned himself at the window, ready to follow her into his own villa.
Jingjing hopped down from the balcony railing and walked straight into Zhao Rong’s bedroom. "The owner of this villa may be a man, but the room is quite clean. Most importantly, there’s a huge projector in the bedroom. It’s aweso for watching movies." As she spoke, Jingjing couldn’t help but think, I wish I could et the guy who owns this villa. Maybe I’d even fall for soone so clean and tidy.
Hearing Jingjing praise his room, Zhao Rong imdiately jumped across and followed her inside. He watched as she flopped down on his bed, turned on the massive projector, and said, "The boy who owns this villa must be handso. I hope I can et him before I die. Maybe, after being arrogant my whole life, I’ll finally fall in love."
Listening to her, Zhao Rong had the urge to speak up. Jingjing, the boy from this villa you’ve been wanting to et is standing right in front of you, and you haven’t even noticed. But then he reconsidered. If I tell her, not only will she not believe , she’ll probably just laugh in my face.
Just then, as Jingjing started watching *Titanic*, she felt around the nightstand. "Man, if only there were so beer in here, it’d be perfect. I could watch the movie and have a drink."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong imdiately opened the cabinet under the computer desk, pulled out two bottles of Budweiser, and asked, "Budweiser, is this okay?"
Seeing the guard who had just followed her over so easily find two bottles of beer, Jingjing said in amazent, "Whoa, how did you find that? I’ve been in this house for a while and could never find where he keeps the beer."
Zhao Rong chuckled to himself. Of course I know where it is. This is my house. It’d be a joke if I couldn’t find it.
A short while later, Jingjing wanted so snacks. "I’ve turned this room upside down and haven’t found a single thing to eat. This is no fun at all," she complained.
Hearing this, Zhao Rong imdiately lifted the bedboard. The space underneath was hollow and filled with all kinds of snacks. He pulled them out and handed them to her. "I don’t know what kind of snacks you like..."
When Jingjing saw Zhao Rong effortlessly produce snacks from a room she had already ransacked, she stared at him in astonishnt. "Little guard, were you a thief or sothing? How do you find things so fast?"
Zhao Rong shook his head. "I’ve never been a thief. Stealing things and getting sothing for nothing is an utterly despicable act."
At that mont, Jingjing felt a sharp pain in her chest and collapsed onto the bed in agony. Seeing her lie down in distress, Zhao Rong frantically searched the alchemy manual for a cure for breast cancer. To his overjoyed surprise, he not only found a thod for refining an elixir to treat it, but he also realized he had all the necessary dicinal ingredients right in this very house.
He poured Jingjing a glass of water and helped her take a sip. "Jingjing, wait here for a second. I’ll go to the kitchen on the first floor to get so licorice, then to the study on the second floor for so lotus leaves, after that to the gym on the third floor for so cinnabar, and finally to the badminton room on the fourth floor for so feathers..."
As she was drinking, Jingjing heard Zhao Rong, an outsider, list the layout of the villa with perfect familiarity. She was so stunned she spat the water from her mouth. She stared at him. "Little guard, did you used to work security in this neighborhood?"
Zhao Rong helped her sit up. "No, I’ve never been a security guard here."
Jingjing held a cup of warm water in her hands. "Then you must have been a cleaner for this villa."
Zhao Rong shook his head again. "I hate cleaning more than anything. I’d rather die than be a cleaner. So, no, I’ve never cleaned this villa."
Not ready to give up, Jingjing pressed, "If you’ve never been a guard or a cleaner, how can you be so familiar with this house? Did you... visit it when you were a thief?"
Zhao Rong just shook his head again. "Jingjing, stop overthinking things. Just sit here and drink so water. I’m going to find the ingredients, and then I’ll concoct the dicine to cure your breast cancer right here in this room."
With that, he rushed downstairs to find the ingredients he needed.
Left alone in the room, Jingjing found herself staring at the bedside table, lost in thought. The owner of this house must have left a photo of himself in the nightstand. Why don’t I open it and see what he looks like? If he’s not handso, I’ll never co back to this villa again. But if he is... then I’ll co over every night, lie on his bed, wait for him to return, and then... do things with him.
User Comments
0 comments from readers