"No more riding, I'm going down." Mu Zi whispered, her voice a little cold.
For some reason, Murong Cheng felt that Mu Zi actually didn't reject that kiss just now, it's just that she suddenly lost her temper again now, so Murong Cheng wasn't too sure.
He thought for a moment and said to her, "If you don't like horseback riding, you can play something else, there is a garden maze in this manor, it's well designed."
"I don't like horseback riding, I don't like mazes either, what's the point of being dry and dry in the big sun." Mu Zi indifferently returned, "I want to go back."
She was caught up in a mood of self-loathing, both irritable and sullen, and in a bad mood.
She was ashamed of the flashes of fluttering, as if she had become a degraded, stupid, unself-loving woman.
Mu Zi felt awful now.
Murong Cheng wrapped his arms around her from behind and steered his horse slowly forward until he reached the gate of the manor castle.
He hugged her off the horse and took her up the stairs. Layers of steps winding up, the staircase handrails carved with angel statues were glossy and clear, as if they were gilded with a layer of gold dust, luxurious to the extreme.
This place is huge, bigger than ten Mu mansions, the long corridor stretches all the way to the end.
Mu Zi silently followed Murong Cheng side, look a little confused, only to feel that his heart is also like the corridor in front of him, deep and endless, can not see the direction.
After returning to her room, she didn't want to face Murong Cheng, and took her homework out of her bag.
Murong Cheng about really thought that she was dry by the autumn sun, called for afternoon tea, there is a thirst-quenching hot drink, and an exquisite fruit platter.
Mu Zi was depressed and did not want to eat.
Murong Cheng asked her, "What do you want to eat? I'll ask the chef to make it."
Mu Zi wanted to say that she didn't want to eat anything, but inexplicably, her mind drifted back to that day on the mountain, a tree of heavy red pomegranates.
"Pomegranate ..." she subconsciously murmured softly.
"Want to eat pomegranate?" Muyong Cheng heard her, even though her voice was small.
Mu Zi returned to her senses and furrowed her brows, "One grain at a time, it's a pain in the ass to eat, I don't want to eat it!"
"Then squeeze it into pomegranate juice." Murong Cheng wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to drop a kiss on her hair, "Drinking juice is always not troublesome, right?"
Mu Zi had a nameless fire in her heart.
Murong Cheng's kindness to her was like hot oil poured on fire, making her heart burn even more.
Why was he being nice to her?
Did he love her?
Did he have a true heart?
... Think about Mu Zenin, pursuing for four years, doing by no means less than Murong Cheng. Perhaps men are all like this, when they can't get it, they pour out all their tenderness and consideration, and after they get it, they abandon it like a piece of trash.
Mu Zi's heart suddenly quieted.
It was like she had figured it out.
There was no need to dwell on it at all, just reject it.
"The juice nowadays are not known to be blended with something, it's not clean." Mu Zi's voice was calm and devoid of emotion, "I'm going to do my homework, I won't drink anything."
Murong Cheng gently stroked her head, like soothing an exploding kitten, "Then use the juicer to directly squeeze it, don't put anything in it, this season is really dry now, drinking some juice is good."
Mu Zi lowered her eyes to look at her own workbook, "As you wish."
She stopped talking.
And then, Murong Cheng really asked someone to get a basket of pomegranates.
Mu Zi sat at the table to write her homework, and he also sat at the table, peeling the pomegranates with great leisure.
The smell of the fruit flesh was very fresh, with a hint of sweetness, Mu Zi couldn't concentrate, her eyes couldn't help but glance at him.
Murong Cheng has a pair of very good looking hands, long slender fingers, well boned, these hands have held guns, killed people, but now they are meticulously peeling pomegranates.
Peeling pomegranates for her.
Jewel-like crystal red flesh was peeled off one by one, leaving pink juice on his fingers, light, sweet, unexpectedly some charming.
Mu Zi looked at his hand in a daze, her heart beating uncontrollably.
Bang Bang Bang ... Bang Bang Bang ...