CHAPTER 336: I'LL WASH YOU CLEAN

The system often said Yu Li had a good temper—that aside from infidelity, no matter how crazy Bo Jingmo acted, she never got angry and even indulged all his behavior. But it didn't know Yu Li possessed extremely strong possessive tendencies. In fact, they rivaled Bo Jingmo's own.

Just as Bo Jingmo disliked their home carrying traces of others' presence, Yu Li hated when Bo Jingmo was touched by others, carrying the scent of unfamiliar women. She despised having her belongings coveted. Normally, no one dared touch Bo Jingmo, and he himself disliked physical contact, so Yu Li's pathological mentality remained exceptionally well-hidden.

This trait was only discovered later in their previous world. An investor had once invited Bo Jingmo to dinner—while he rarely attended such events, some social obligations were unavoidable. Unexpectedly, the investor harbored ulterior motives, abruptly confessing during the meal that she'd invest any amount if Bo Jingmo slept with her.

Hearing this, Bo Jingmo's face darkened instantly, ready to leave immediately. But the woman grabbed his wrist tightly, catching him off guard. His expression turned icy as he pushed her away and left.

The investor had considerable influence, and Bo Jingmo's rejection caused significant subsequent troubles. By the time everything was resolved, it was already late at night. Rushing home, he found Yu Li already asleep in bed—her face half-buried in the blankets, only closed eyes visible, hair fanned across the pillow in peaceful slumber.

Bo Jingmo softened his footsteps, not wanting to wake her. As he reached to tidy her hair, her eyes slowly opened—and she suddenly shrank back.

"Wife? Did I wake you?" Bo Jingmo froze.

Under dim lighting, the woman squinted, her expression unreadable as she stared silently.

"Bo Jingmo, go shower." Her voice was cold in the darkness.

The man knelt by the bed, bending close to whisper, "What's wrong? Li Li, are you upset? Not feeling well?"

Yu Li said nothing, hiding beneath the blankets. When Bo Jingmo tried touching her, she avoided him again, shooting him a frosty glare. His heart clenched painfully as he withdrew his hand, voice hoarse. "...Wife? Talk to me, please?"

"I am talking." Yu Li uncovered her face, repeating flatly, "Go shower."

Flustered, Bo Jingmo could only obey. He rushed through his shower, hair still dripping as he crouched bedside. "Li Li, I—"

"Dry your hair." Her eyes remained closed, tone indifferent.

Seeing her furrowed brows, Bo Jingmo pressed his lips together. "...Okay."

She seemed angry, yet not. Distractedly drying his hair in another room, he returned to find Yu Li asleep again. Tentatively slipping under the covers, he lay rigidly on his side—normally he'd hold her close, but now even the short distance between them felt terrifyingly vast.

Gazing at her back, he twirled a loose strand of her hair, whispering, "Wife...can I hold you?"

Groggily, Yu Li turned over, eyes slitting open. After a moment's recognition, her first words were:

"Bo Jingmo, give me your hand."

He immediately obeyed.

Detecting only familiar scents, Yu Li's frown smoothed as she rolled into his embrace, pillowing her head on his arm while wrapping around his waist. "Sleep," she mumbled. ȒÃ₦оＢÊȘ

Bo Jingmo barely dared breathe, gently stroking her back as he nuzzled her hair, voice still shaky with lingering fear. "Wife...why wouldn't you let me touch you earlier?"

Yu Li made a questioning noise against his chest. Hadn't she explained?

Too sleepy to remember, she tilted up to kiss his chin. "Smelled bad..."

Bo Jingmo bent closer, rubbing noses as he coaxed softly, "What? Didn't hear clearly—say it again?"

Wrapping arms around his neck, Yu Li mumbled slowly, "You had...someone else's smell...disliked it."

Bo Jingmo stiffened, abruptly recalling the day's events. "You noticed?" he breathed.

Disturbed from sleep, Yu Li opened her eyes with a quiet hum. "Bad smell." Especially that aggressively invasive fragrance—once contacted, it clung conspicuously. She hated it.

Cupping his face, she whispered into the night's stillness: "Bo Jingmo, I dislike foreign scents on you. I accommodate your work, but handle it yourself. Don't let me discover it too often...or I might not want you anymore."

Her final words were feather-light yet deadly serious—no jest whatsoever. If anyone could casually touch her treasures, she'd rather discard them. This objectifying possessiveness starkly revealed—Yu Li too had emerged from the psychiatric hospital.

Hearing that, Bo Jingmo's arms convulsed around her, trembling as he buried his face in her neck, voice breaking. "Don't abandon me...Li Li. Won't happen again."

But now, Bo Jingmo carried another's scent again.

Yu Li calmly straightened her collar. "Get off me. I don't want to date anymore."

Eyes widening in panic, Bo Jingmo hastily shed his jacket, tearing open his shirt to bare his neck. "Wife, I didn't touch anyone! Just lingered too long outside—smell it again, please!"

His parted white shirt revealed sculpted pectorals and faintly visible abdominal contours, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

Yu Li glanced. Logically, she knew Bo Jingmo wasn't at fault—his body carried her dark energy, normally repelling other scents. In this scenario's setting, after being killed by that yao ghost and coexisting as fellow BOSSes, some residual ghostly aura was inevitable.

But understanding and irritation were separate matters.

Seeing her silence, Bo Jingmo's eyes reddened, mistaking it for rejection. "No...wife, I'm already handling that yao ghost. Don't be angry..."

After a long stare, Yu Li suddenly leaned in to sniff his neck—then abruptly embraced him, breath warm at his ear. "Husband...I recall our villa has an indoor pool. Let's date there instead."

Her teeth lightly grazed his throat. "I'll wash you clean."