Chapter 90: Incurable

Mu Zi was sweating.
She finally got dressed, but her situation did not improve much.
Murong Cheng held her hand and trimmed her nails, jokingly: "Don't beat people at every turn in the future. This is not a good habit. With the strength of a cat, it didn't hurt people. Instead, I let myself see blood first. pain?"
He cut off the torn half of his nail and wiped the blood with a cotton swab.
In fact, it was just a small wound, but he stubbornly wrapped the gauze, and then kissed the place intimately.
Mu Zi was angry about what happened just now, muffled, and didn't look at him directly.
She was already a little numb.
Murong Cheng didn't care, and continued to trim other nails, then lifted her foot to rest on her leg, poured some medicated oil, and gently rubbed the soles of her feet.
Mu Zi's heel was a little red, probably because he walked too much today, and it was a little worn.
Murong Cheng squeezed her delicate and white feet, thinking that she was so squeamish that she could get hurt by walking a few steps.
However, he liked her squeamishness.
Even if she yelled at herself, he would only find it cute.
If you like someone, no matter what she says or does, she feels pleasing to the eye, and the more you look at it, the happier.
This is like a disease, a terminal illness that cannot be cured.
The skin on the bottom of the hand is soft and pink, and the touch makes people greedy. Murong Chengqing can't help but kiss her head, pecking at her snow-white instep, pearly toes, and slippery ankles...
Mu Zi finally reacted.
She looked down at him and said coldly: "Murongcheng, you are disgusting."
Murong Cheng bit her on the back of her foot and asked with a smile, "It's not disgusting to kiss, but are you willing?"
Mu Zi bit his lip, wanting to say that that was more disgusting, but with Murong Cheng's shameless state, he would probably answer like this: Really? Why don't we give it a try, where is more disgusting?
She simply shut up and didn't speak any more, but she snorted heavily when she was unable to calm down.
Murong Cheng smiled and stopped making trouble with her.
After applying the medicine, he took her in his arms and sniffed the fragrance in her hair.
Mu Zi is very squeamish, and still refuses to let his tongue in.
Although he could also force her, kissing this kind of thing...If it weren't for you, it would be less fun.
Murong Cheng loses control occasionally when he is crazy. When he is calm, he will try to respect her and not annoy his baby.
but……
In front of Mu Zi, he often seemed to lose control.
...
Wang Zhan waited until the room was calm and calm before daring to enter.
He pushed the small dining car in the hotel, like an elegant waiter, with an appropriate smile on his face.
It was not yet ready for dinner, but Murong Cheng was afraid that Mu Zi would be hungry, so let people prepare afternoon tea.
Girls want to eat by themselves.
The man told her: "How do I take the spoon if my finger is hurt? What if the bone is broken."
Wang Zhan still kept smiling, but the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
Can I break a bone with a spoon?
Lord, you are so humorous.
Then Wang Zhan watched Murong Cheng pick up a small spoon, dig a small piece of chocolate mousse, and feed the girl.
The girl looked reluctant, and was full of anger.
Wang Zhan dared not look again.
His heart jumped wildly, feeling that he had discovered a big secret.
Can make the master feel so distressed, this girl must be the soul that the master wants to raise!
As a conscientious and conscientious confidant, he must help him keep his secrets in a calm manner!
Wang Zhan bends down and closes the door.
Murong Cheng asked Mu Zi while he was going out today to watch a movie?
Mu Zi lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, she did not look at him, her eyes dodge a little.
"Well, I want to watch a movie." She replied.
Murong Cheng glanced at the girl's fingers curled up unconsciously, her dark eyes as black as ink narrowed slightly, and he could easily see through her.