Chapter 225: He can't be

There was a flash of surprise in Murong Cheng's eyes.
"Why mention her suddenly?"
"Can't sleep, just chat." Mu Zi replied casually.
Murong Cheng smiled when he heard the words, a bit evil, "Can't sleep? We can do something else..."
"Can't you be more serious?" Mu Zi stretched out his hand under the quilt and pinched his waist, gritted his teeth, "I really want to put your head under Niagara Falls for a good shot, there is too much dirt inside!"
She was still sick, she didn't have much energy in her hands, pinching on Murong Cheng's waist was the same as tickling.
Murong Cheng smiled and held her hand, deliberately lowering her waist, "The position is not right, it should be a little lower."
Mu Zi pulled his hand back in shock, even the tips of his ears were red.
so bad! How could this man be so bad!
Mu Zi no longer had the thought of temptation, turned around in shame, turned his back to Murong Cheng, and ignored him.
But Murong Cheng circled her into her arms from behind, with a smile in her tone: "Squeaky, angry again?"
"You are too bad, I don't want to talk to you!" Mu Zi buried her head in the quilt, her voice buzzing.
Murong Cheng hugged her and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
Mu Zi resolutely ignored him and buried himself in the quilt pretending to be dead.
But Murong Cheng has a way to deal with her. He hugged her waist, got into her pajamas with a thinly callused palm, and gently bit her earlobe irregularly. The exhaled heat pierced her ears, letting Mu Zi couldn't stand it.
Mu Zi wanted to hide, but it was inevitable. She has nowhere to escape.
"Murong Cheng!" She turned her face angrily, "You still let me sleep?!"
He was the one who let her rest, and he was the one who tossed her now!
"Zi Zi, when you get better, we will be like last time, okay?" Murong Cheng's voice was low and hoarse, and he hugged her tighter.
Mu Zi's heart lingered.
She knew that Murong Cheng was talking about the last time... she helped him with her hands...
My heart is like the high tide water by the river in late autumn, and it is cold after flowing.
"...Murong Cheng, what do you think of me?"
When Mu Zi asked these words, she didn't get angry, her voice was like a sigh, even with a hint of melancholy.
"My woman." Murong Cheng kissed her neck, breathing heavily, "My baby..."
Mu Zi couldn't afford a ripple in her heart. Such sweet words were not the answer she wanted. She lay quietly in Murong Cheng's arms, and for the first time formally examined her deformed relationship with Murong Cheng.
In the beginning, he was an unscrupulous bully, flirting with her flirtatiously, over and over the relationship between brother and sister again and again, this is embarrassing and angry for any woman.
Later, he was a ferocious demon, monitoring her, stalking her, humiliating her, restricting her freedom, and putting her in a dangerous situation several times, making her miserable.
...However, he is also a gentle lover. He will give her elaborate and luxurious gifts, cook for her, carry her down the mountain, and say some love words that sound horrible, but carefully aftertaste, but are shocking in the heart, slowly seducing... imprisoned she was.
Can't break away, can't escape, Mu Zi has tasted the involuntary pain, and it is impossible not to hate in her heart, but really want to ask how much she hates? She felt at a loss again...
What does she think? Why do you suspect that Murong Cheng was the one who collected her body? ...Is it subconsciously making excuses for herself, because if he is, she can accept it without scruples.
This kind of psychological change made Mu Zi feel scared.
She closed her eyes and warned herself: He couldn't be.