The fruit is squeezed into juice, it is a beautiful pinkish-purple color, feeling enchanting.
Mu Zi drank two cups in a row, so Murong Cheng did not allow her to drink any more, for fear that she would spoil her stomach.
Mu Zi quietly obeyed him and continued to go do her homework, when all the homework was done, she casually took a book, leaned against the bed and started to read, the whole person appeared to be very calm.
Her mood today was a bit strange, Murong Cheng had already noticed it, he just couldn't understand why her mood changed.
Sometimes unusually well-behaved, sometimes inexplicably furious, temperamental, so people can't figure it out.
When riding a horse, she was clearly still happy, and suddenly got angry and wanted to dismount.
When she wanted to eat the pomegranate, she was obviously unhappy, but after squeezing the juice, she seemed to drink it quite happily.
After nightfall, the two of them lay on the same bed.
Murong Cheng circled her waist from behind and asked, "Zi Zi, are you unhappy today?"
Although he felt that her emotions were recurring from time to time, Murong Cheng felt that unhappiness accounted for a little more.
"Inexplicably being captured here, what is there to be happy about." Mu Zi's tone was light, her voice was calm.
Murong Cheng couldn't hear her emotions, and felt more and more that his heart was unsettled, subconsciously holding her tighter.
After a long time of silence, he asked again, "What can I do to make you happy?"
Mu Zi sniffed, her heart despondent.
She wanted to say: no matter what you do, I won't be happy.
But the words in her heart circled around to her mouth, and somehow turned into a sigh, a little gloomy, a little sullen.
"Murong Cheng, if you really like me, you should give me respect and set me free. Otherwise, even if you force to keep me, I will never be happy."
Murong Cheng embraced her in silence, like he was carefully chewing on every word she said, every word.
"If I give you respect and freedom, will you like me?" He asked.
Mu Zi's body stiffened for a moment, like she was stabbed by something, "No!" She bit her lip, "I wouldn't like a pervert!"
She had a thousand, ten thousand reasons why she couldn't like Murong Cheng, whether it was their brother-sister relationship or Murong Cheng's shameless behavior, they were all reasons for her to reject him.
She shouldn't like him.
She should hate him!
Murong Cheng's breathing stuttered, his heart felt as if it had been cut by a sharp instrument, dull pain.
It was impossible not to care.
Although he had anticipated today's situation, the deeper he got into it, the more he would mind the other person's feelings, unrequited love was bitter, hopeless, and hard to let go of.
If everyone could let go easily, where in the world would there still be people trapped by love?
There is no relationship ...
He told himself: there is no relationship, at least she is still by my side, that's enough.
Two loves are a luxury, he already has her, he should be satisfied.
He kissed and ended the back of her neck, sucked and drew the round shoulders, skin to skin, so that their body temperature gradually fused, warm, warm and greasy.
This real and wonderful feeling relieved the stifling pain in Murong Cheng's heart.
--No matter, she still belongs to him.
He told himself this.
Just the head of the heart was empty, giving birth to a pale wind, sweeping to the entire chest, ice cold through the bones.
...
Night, very quiet and quiet.
Murong Cheng has not been sleeping.
Mu Zi was very tired and sleepy, but couldn't sleep, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Later, she heard some strange movements.
The manor castle was huge and the servants were few, Mu Zi didn't know where the sound was coming from.
After gazing and listening for a while, the sound gradually approached, Mu Zi was alerted and abruptly sat up from the bed.
It was the sound of fighting!
"Murong Cheng ..." Mu Zi turned around and tried to push him awake, suddenly realizing that Murong Cheng's eyes were open in the darkness, she was startled.
Murong Cheng sat up, neither turning on the lights nor going out to check, he took Mu Zi into his arms and kissed her, and patted her back.
"Don't be afraid." He soothed.
Mu Zi wanted to vomit blood.
People were almost killing the door to the room! Is this the time to linger?