Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!

Jiayi collapsed onto the large bed in the bedroom, and with great difficulty pulled herself up, glaring fiercely, "Why on earth did you drag me back here?"

For no reason? Had all his words just now been spoken in vain, and this little girl hadn't listened at all?

Huo Zhenyang's face darkened, his grip tightened, lifting her tender little chin, "Even though your main purpose right now is to deal with Jian Meiyi, don't forget, in front of others, you are my girlfriend, Huo Zhenyang. Every move you make is being watched."

Jiayi took a deep breath, understanding what he meant. She was wiping clothes for that young man, and he felt it was a loss of face!

She tilted her head, trying to escape the shackle of his large palm, "...That gentleman blocked a drink for me, and his clothes got splashed. I was just helping him wipe them off... do you want others to say that your girlfriend, Huo Zhenyang, doesn't understand the slightest etiquette?"

She really had a sharp tongue, and knew how to talk back.

Huo Zhenyang snorted with laughter, gripped her chin tighter, not letting her budge, and looked down at her, "You didn't need to personally get involved, with so many attendants at the banquet, are they all just eating for free? Couldn't you have asked one of them to come over? Or is your family education such that you like wiping the body of a strange man in front of everyone?"

His words struck right at Jiayi's vulnerability. The confusion and fear of her unknown background surged up, and Jiayi's face flushed, her eyes filling with mist, "I don't even know who I am, how could I have any family education? Maybe I'm just a beggar from the streets? You say my upbringing is lacking, then let me leave! After today, Jian Meiyi probably won't have the face to seek you out again, and my task will be completed!"

Huo Zhenyang saw her eyes turning red with emotion, his own eyes narrowed, his torso thrust forward, trapping her within his strong arms, his voice low and hoarse, "You're quite something, one word from you is worth ten!"

It was exactly like a father scolding his daughter!

Jiayi gritted her teeth and tried to push him away, but how could she muster the strength to push away a man over 185 cm tall? Instead, she pulled him down a few inches.

Which only brought him closer to her.

She froze, not reacting for a moment, her eyes swelling with tears, almost spilling over.

He grunted, his voice rough, "It was you who pulled me down."

The heat of a robust yang energy approached her, and seeing his normally indifferent face now extremely flushed, she could no longer care about crying, "Get up quickly, didn't we agree, no overly intimate physical contact, you've broken the agreement..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Huo Zhenyang's brows furrowed, and he made no move to get up, just lifted his hand and began to scratch his arm with impatience.

"What are you doing! Get up!" Sniffing the faint smell of alcohol on the man, Jiayi really started to panic.

Although she knew that this man wasn't necessarily interested in her, with alcohol, it was unpredictable, what if he lost control?

Using her hands and feet, she grabbed hold of the man's clothes, ready to push him away, but Huo Zhenyang stood up, and suddenly, "riiip," the shirt was torn open.

Jiayi noticed the dense red dots on it, covering large areas and still spreading, and she paused, then noted his discomfort, "What's wrong with you?"

"I have an allergy," Huo Zhenyang said coldly, taking off the ripped shirt and walking to a redwood handcrafted cupboard, pulling open the drawers and cabinets, clanging around searching for allergy medicine.

Jiayi realized, oh right! Jian Meiyi said he was allergic to cocktails, yet he just drank the cocktail she had poured for him!

An allergic constitution didn't seem like a small matter, if it got serious when triggered, it could even be life-threatening!

Considering how his skin looked just now... this was bad, if he died in the same room as her, that would be very hard to explain!

Jiayi temporarily put aside the recent events, hurried off the bed, walked over, and tentatively asked, "Are you okay? Do you want me to call for Butler Luo?"

Huo Zhenyang took out the medicine with ease, turned his half face away, his voice still chilling, "Go get me a glass of water."

Wow, half of his face is red too!

Jiayi was startled and dared not to delay any longer; she hurried to the water dispenser in the bedroom corner, grabbed a glass from the coffee table, poured a glass of cool boiled water, and quickly handed it to him.

Huo Zhenyang took the boiled water, swallowed the allergy medicine, and then took out a tube of ointment and handed it to her, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Come, help me apply it." With that, he walked over to the large bed and lay down on his stomach.

"What? I have to help you apply it? Let me call for someone. Why not ask the butler to help you with that? I don't know how. I'm not a doctor…" Jiayi exclaimed, but then she saw him already lying down in a position as if he were ready for a massage, seemingly quite comfortable.

"It's just an allergy ointment, doesn't have to be a doctor. If you, as the girlfriend, won't apply it, and an outsider does, people will think everything earlier was just an act. Also, don't forget, it was you who handed me that cocktail," the man lay prone on the bed, his voice cool, "Just apply it where it's reddened."

Jiayi gritted her teeth and decided to do it, given that it was her fault he had the allergic reaction. She took the ointment, walked over, kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed.

His back, neck, and arms all had large patches of red allergic marks.

She sat beside him, applying the ointment to the reddened areas, rubbing it in with gritted teeth.

"A bit harder, is it because I haven't fed you enough these past few days?" Huo Zhenyang's voice came intermittently.

Jiayi pursed her lips; she was there to apply medicine, not a professional masseuse.

This man, could he really be treating her like a massage girl? Annoyed, she suddenly applied more pressure!

"Gentle, are you applying medicine or kneading dough?" The man gasped in pain.

Jiayi had to ease the pressure again.

After applying for a while, because she was twisting her body and exerting force, she began to feel some soreness in her waist and back. She sighed, finding this task was rather difficult. Suddenly, she heard the man's faint voice:

"Sit on top."

What did he mean? Jiayi paused.

"Sit on my back to apply the medicine, it's more convenient," the man repeated.

Jiayi realized what he meant, looking at his well-defined and toned back, she hesitated, "That doesn't seem right. I'm fine just sitting beside you."

"Get on," the man's tone became a bit impatient.

His voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure; without another choice, Jiayi climbed onto his back and settled in place.

She had to admit, it was much easier to apply the medicine sitting on his back.

Yet, the posture was perhaps too intimate.

Jiayi couldn't help but swallow hard.

After applying the ointment, Huo Zhenyang felt a coolness on his back that eased the allergic symptoms somewhat and closed his long, narrow, profound eyes.

Good heavens, the man might now be comfortable, but she was exhausted. She took advantage of the fact that he couldn't see her from his position and glared at him fiercely!

At that moment, footsteps from outside the door approached, and the butler's knock was heard:

"Are the young master and Miss Jiayi alright? Mr. Xue and the others came looking for you because you hadn't joined them yet."