Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Tumbling Desire
Father thought he liked this kind of pure and submissive type, but he had never favored any specific type.
He just liked the woman, Su Zixi—that was all.
Moreover, Zhixi... She might have been timid initially, but she was never submissive, much less weak.
Timidity was due to kindness and self-preservation, but deep down, this woman was exceptionally tenacious.
Recalling how he had done everything to keep her by his side, He Jingyao suddenly laughed out loud.
At this time, she must have been asleep already.
He suddenly missed her soft and fragrant body intensely.
Just by thinking this, his body seemed to stir with desire, his Adam’s apple bobbed, suppressing this urge.
He picked up his utensils and ate a bit of food simply.
...
In the middle of the night, He Jingyao suddenly woke up.
He felt as if his entire body was being scorched by a fierce fire, leaving his mouth dry and tongue parched.
The bodily changes were so distinct, carrying a strong thirst.
He Jingyao took a deep breath, closed his eyes trying to calm himself, but the waves of desire in his mind were tumultuous and uncontrollable.
Something wasn’t right, something was off.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on the nearby dinner plate.
Dammit!
Whether or not it was He Yirong’s doing, there was definitely something wrong with this late-night snack.
He Jingyao clenched his teeth tightly, his Adam’s apple rolled several times, but to no avail; his body’s demand grew stronger, almost burning away his sanity!
He needed a cold shower.
He Jingyao stood up from the couch and walked towards the bathroom, grateful that the rest area and bathroom were separate, so as not to alarm that woman.
That woman, yes, there was a woman in the study.
As this thought arose, it seemed as if another string in his mind snapped.
No, she was not Zhixi.
He repeatedly warned himself, slowly exhaling, and finally, his mind regained some clarity.
But at that moment, the door to the adjoining rest area opened.
"Mr. He..." A timid voice rang out, "What’s wrong?"
"Go back!" He Jingyao hoarsely rebuked, not even glancing at her.
The girl was startled, instinctively shrinking back, but seeing the man leaning against the bathroom door, gasping with suppressed breaths, she finally mustered the courage to step towards him.
"Mr. He, are you feeling unwell?"
"Go!" He Jingyao frowned, his right hand finally turning the bathroom door knob.
However, his hand trembled slightly undetectably.
The girl turned on the light at this time.
Thus, He Jingyao’s forehead sweated profusely and his taut expression were clearly visible to her.
She was horrified, "Mr. He, you’re sick!"
"I told you to go!" He Jingyao roared again with restraint, his tall body rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut violently.
He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily; however, every cell in his body seemed to be burning, clamoring... his sanity was on the verge of collapse.
"Mr. He..." The girl would not give up, pushed the door open, and followed him inside, "You need help! Let me help you to the bed to rest... I’ll go sleep on the couch!"
The girl’s voice was crisp and soft, each syllable fell, seemingly tantalizing his nerves.
This voice seemed to overlap with the one in his memory.
Zhixi?
He muttered to himself, his gaze slightly unfocused.
No, not her! She was not Su Zixi!
The unfocused gaze once again regained clarity!