Mu Zi broke out in a sweat.
She finally got dressed, but her situation didn't improve much.
Murong Cheng cupped her hand and trimmed her nails, his tone teasing, "Don't move to hit people in the future, it's a bad habit, it's as strong as a cat's, you didn't injure anyone, instead you let yourself see blood first, doesn't it hurt?"
He cut off the half torn nails, and used a cotton swab to wipe the bloodstain.
It was actually just a very small wound, but he stubbornly wrapped gauze around it, and then kissed the spot intimately.
Mu Zi was angry about what happened just now, stifling her voice and not looking at him.
She was already a bit numb.
Murong Cheng did not care, continued to trim the other nails, then lifted her feet on his lap, poured some medicinal oil and gently rubbed the soles of her feet.
Mu Zi's heel was a little red, about because she walked too much today and rubbed it a little.
Murong Cheng kneaded her white and tender feet, thinking to himself, she is really delicate, walking a few steps can cause injuries.
However, he liked her petulance.
Even if she growled angrily at himself, he would only find it cute.
When you liked someone, no matter what she said or did, you felt that the more you looked at her, the more you were happy.
It was like a disease, a terminal illness with no cure.
The skin on the bottom of the hand is soft and powdery, and the touch is coveted, and Murong Cheng can not help but bend his head to kiss and peck her snow-white insteps, pearl-like toes, and young and smooth ankles ...
Mu Zi finally reacted.
She lowered her eyes to look at him and said coldly, "Murong Cheng, you are disgusting."
Murong Cheng lightly bites on the back of her foot and asks with a smile, "Kissing is not disgusting, but are you willing to?"
Mu Zi bites her lips, wanting to say that would be even more disgusting, but with Murong Cheng's shameless realm, he would answer approximately like this: is that so? How about we try, where is more disgusting to kiss?
She simply shut up and stopped talking, but in the end she was not satisfied, she hummed heavily.
Murong Cheng laughed and stopped messing with her.
After smearing the medicine, he put her in his arms, lightly sniffing the fragrance of her hair.
Mu Zi was very delicate and so far refused to let his tongue in.
Although he can also force her, but kissing this kind of thing ... is less fun if it is not your love and my willingness.
Murong Cheng will only lose control when he is occasionally mad, and when he is calm, he will try to respect her and not annoy his baby.
But ...
He seemed to be out of control a lot in front of Mu Zi.
...
Wang Zhan waited until the room was calm before he dared to enter.
He pushed the small food cart from the hotel like an elegant waiter with the right amount of smile on his face.
It was not yet meal time, but Murong Cheng was afraid that Mu Zi would be hungry and had afternoon tea prepared.
The girl wanted to eat it herself.
The man admonished her, "How can you hold a spoon with injured fingers? What if a bone breaks."
Wang Zhan still maintained her smile, subtle, but the corners of her eyes were twitching.
Can you break a bone even holding a spoon?
Master, you are so humorous.
Then Wang Zhan watched as Murong Cheng picked up a small spoon, scooped up a small piece of chocolate mousse, and fed it to the girl.
The girl had a reluctant look on her face and ate with a puff of air.
Wang Zhan didn't dare to look anymore.
His heart was pounding wildly and he felt that he had discovered a big secret.
To be able to make Master's heart ache like this, this girl, must be the soul that Master wants to raise!
As a dutiful beloved, he must be able to help keep his master's secret without moving before he could do so!
Wang Zhan slightly bowed and retreated, taking the door of the room with him.
Murong Cheng feeds Mu Zi while asking, "Are you going out today to watch a movie?"
Mu Zi lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes lightly fluttering, she didn't look at him, her gaze somewhat evasive.
"Well, it's to see a movie." She replied.
Murong Cheng swept a glance at the girl's unconsciously curled up fingers, his eyes as black as ink slightly converged, he easily saw through her.