Maybe it was because of panic, maybe it was because it was really too hot.
Mu Zi forgot to close her teeth tightly and let Murong Cheng get his hands on her ...
Murong Cheng's end was hot and intense.
Although Mu Zi is a modern adult woman, in the love affair has an extraordinary cleanliness and conservatism, her understanding of kiss and end, just stay in the lips together, is a gentle light touch of romance, is a shallow taste of the implicit, not Murong Cheng so -
Deep into the mouth, moistening entanglement, even the舎 head and teeth also use the force, imposing conquest crusade, both disgusting and perverted, but also with a kind of demolition of bones into the belly of the horror!
Murong Cheng released her when satisfied, smiling and asked her, "spicy or not?"
Mu Zi Liansha's head was numb, covering her lips with tears in her eyes, she replied, "Spicy!"
"How." Murong Cheng pinch her face, mouth warm, "clearly sweet."
Mu Zi has a mouthful of words ...
The rest of the mixed rice was eaten up by Murong Cheng one bite at a time.
Mu Zi is not willing to eat, in the kitchen to find a bag of instant fruit cereal, dinner just make do.
After eating, the used chopsticks and plates were stacked randomly in the sink, not cleaned up.
Murong Cheng took Mu Zi up to the terrace to watch the sunset.
Mu Zi liked this feeling. The top of the mountain is too high, and the bottom of the mountain view and narrow constraints, the only half of the hillside is the most appropriate benefits, watching a round of red sun slowly falling from the horizon, the evening sun dyed half the sky, rich and magnificent to the extreme, beautiful and not like real.
If she felt something, she looked sideways at Murong Cheng beside her.
The warmth of the setting sun shines on his face, softening his eyebrows and features, serene and distant, no evil and fierce, only handsome and elegant.
Mu Zi then felt that Murong Cheng is really a magical existence.
--He always has a way to easily make her storm when she is touched.
For example, that fiery kiss just now.
Mu Zi couldn't help but think: Is Murong Cheng too abnormal, or am I schizophrenic?
...
When the night came to rest time, Murong Cheng took the initiative to carry the quilt to the guest room, much to Mu Zi's surprise.
The rogue is going to clean up his act?
"Are you sleeping in the guest room these days?" Mu Zi asked in surprise.
Murong Cheng raises his eyebrows and asks her rhetorically, "Zi Zi wants me to stay?"
Mu Zi shakes her head quickly!
Murong Cheng touches her face, a warm smile in his eyes, "I'm afraid that if I stay, you won't be able to get out of bed for the first few days afterward."
Mu Zi's expression froze, her heart just changed a little towards Murong Cheng, instantly shattered.
"Can't you be pure in your head besides those things ...?" She gritted her teeth and said.
Murong Cheng laughed: "Lying in a bed with the woman you like, besides that, what else can there be?"
Mu Zi scolded him, "Nasty!"
At the end, she felt that it was not strong enough, and added in a harsh voice, "You are so shallow!"
Murong Cheng was accustomed to being scolded by her, his smile did not diminish, he cupped Mu Zi's face and lowered his head to kiss and end, Mu Zi was not honest, pushing and scolding in his arms.
"Zi Zi, the kind you said, is pretentious and hypocritical." Murong Cheng murmured in her ear, his burning breath seemed to burn the tip of her heart, "And I am ... always true to you, even if not in bed."
He grabbed her hand and moved it down, letting the clueless Mu Zi feel the so-called real.
Mu Zi returned to her senses, like a frightened hedgehog, and stomped him hard!
This rascal!
Playing a rascal anytime, anywhere, all the time!
Mu Zi was going crazy with anger.
She pushed Murong Cheng out with all her strength and closed the door with a bang!
Her chest rising and falling sharply, she breathed heavily, recalling what her hand had just touched, immediately stirring up goosebumps!
Mu Zi was chilled to the bone as she rushed into the room's matching restroom and scrubbed vigorously!
Snow-white foam in the palm of the rubbing open, washing and washing, mind and soul do not know trance ...
If it's just for the sake of being a hooligan, why would Murong Cheng need to go through so much trouble?