In the bathroom, Mu Zi took a shower in a trance.
She felt that since she was reborn, her life was like a comedy that kept reversing, one moment she was happily watching a movie with her classmates, and the next moment she was taken captive by Murong Cheng to do this disgusting thing.
Disgusting.
Really disgusting ...
But on top of being disgusted, her heart was a bit thankful, thankful that Murong Cheng didn't really hurt her.
However, it was this subtle little celebration in her psyche that made her feel even more ashamed.
She felt that she had no talent, and even wondered if she was used to being abused, Murong Cheng was so hateful, she was even grateful just because he didn't break that layer of her membrane.
Perhaps this was what she feared the most - Murong Cheng was wearing down her will little by little.
After bathing, Mu Zi stood still in front of the mirror, seeing the deep and light peach-pink marks all over her body, the feeling of shame lingering around her, hard to dissipate.
She averted her eyes, no longer looking at it more than once.
Just now when she came in she didn't bring any clothes with her, and she didn't want to ask Murong Cheng to get them again, in the bathroom there is a clean set of bathrobe, wide and thick, no matter whether it's to cover up her shame or to keep her warm, it's all satisfactory.
Mu Zi walked out of the room in her bathrobe and smelled the scent of food.
Murong Cheng was setting up lunch on the round table by the sofa.
Mu Zi only looked at it and was sure that it was made by Murong Cheng himself.
Because it was exactly the same as the few dishes he learned last time. It's just that this time, about because of the rush, the crispy onion soup was missing.
The man who could cook for her, Murong Cheng was the first and only one.
But thinking about what he did, Mu Zi really can't be grateful, she even deliberately choked him in a cold voice: "Next time you have a need, wouldn't it be more convenient to go directly to a hotel room? It's better to come to the middle of nowhere, ordering a takeaway is not possible, but also tired of you personally cook."
Murong Cheng had just been served by Mu Zi's small hands, and was in a good mood at the moment, and was not angry when he heard this.
He let Mu Zi sit on the sofa to eat her lunch, then went to get a dry towel and helped her wipe her wet hair.
Mu Zi was very hungry, at the same time, she was also very angry, so she didn't really want to eat.
Murong Cheng wiped gently, carefully and thoughtfully, as if he was worried about tearing a piece of her hair, wiping it very babyishly.
Mu Zi became more and more angry.
She hated that every time he went crazy, he showed this look of deep love that could drown people. She wished that he was completely bad, so that she could hate him completely and have the strength to hate him!
Murong Cheng finished wiping her hair, bent his head to sniff lightly in her hair and said, "Very fragrant."
She used Murong Cheng's men's unscented shampoo, Murong Cheng said it was fragrant, meaning her.
Mu Zi instantly felt that her exasperation and anger were meaningless, even if she was so angry that her lungs exploded, Murong Cheng still did what he did.
The tableware and food were placed in front of her, she had no appetite, Murong Cheng cut the steak into small pieces, she was still unmoved.
"Do you want me to feed you?" Murong Cheng asked.
The feeding that Murong Cheng said was definitely not the same as the feeding that Mu Zi imagined. Mu Zi decided that he was lewd and subconsciously associated in the direction of lewdness, and disgust spread across her face.
"Are you like this to every woman?" Mu Zi frowned slightly, looking down at the food on her plate, "Then am I the most expensive one? Letting you spend money to send companies and villas, and now you have to condescend to cook for me, Murong Cheng, what exactly do you want?"
A slight pain in her forehead.
It was Murong Cheng who knocked on her head.
"Eat properly, no shady talk." Murong Cheng said.
Mu Zi skimmed her mouth, took her knife and fork and coldly ate one bite at a time.
She doesn't gamble, doesn't compete, and doesn't condescend herself.
Murong Cheng saw that she was finally willing to eat, slightly relieved, sat next to her and quietly watched her eat.
After watching for a while, he said, "Zi Zi, don't try to set aside the relationship between you and me, your entire being belongs to me, even the food that fills your stomach comes from my hands."
Mu Zi raw choked ...
In this world, if you can make love words so creepy and disgusting and perverted, I'm afraid that only Murong Cheng can do it.