Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

The fruit is squeezed into juice, which is beautiful pinkish purple, which feels very enchanting.

Mu Zi drank two cups in succession, and Murong Cheng forbade her to drink any more, for fear that her stomach would be broken.

Mu Zi quietly obeyed his instructions and continued to do her homework. When all the homework was finished, she took a book in hand, leaned against the bed and started reading, and she seemed very quiet.

Her mood today is a little weird, Murong Cheng has already noticed it, but can't understand why her mood has changed.

Sometimes very obedient, sometimes inexplicably angry, moody, and confusing.

He was clearly happy when riding, and suddenly got angry and wanted to dismount.

She was obviously unhappy when she wanted to eat pomegranate, but after squeezing the juice, she seemed to drink quite happily.

After nightfall, the two lay on a bed.

Murong Cheng circled her waist from behind and asked, "Zizi, are you unhappy today?"

Although she felt that her emotions were often repeated, Murong Cheng felt that unhappiness accounted for more.

"What's the pleasure of being taken here for some reason?" Mu Zi's tone was faint, and his voice was calm.

Murong Cheng couldn't hear her emotions, and he felt that his heart was lost, and subconsciously hugged her tighter.

After a long silence, he asked again: "What can I do to make you happy?"

Hearing the words, Mu Zi felt stunned.

She wanted to say: No matter what you do, I won't be happy.

But the words in my heart turned to my lips, somehow turned into sighs, a little sad, a little sad.

"Murongcheng, if you really like me, you should give me respect and set me free. Otherwise, even if you force me to stay, I will never be happy."

Murong Cheng embraced her silently, as if carefully chewing every word and word she said.

"If I gave you respect and freedom, would you like me?" he asked.

Mu Zi's body stiffened for a moment, as if being stabbed by something, "No!" She bit her lip, "I won't like a pervert!"

She had a thousand or ten thousand reasons why she could not like Murong Cheng. Whether it was the relationship between the two of them, or Murong Cheng's shameless behavior, they were all reasons for her rejection of him.

She shouldn't like him.

She should hate him!

Murong Cheng's breath paused, his heart seemed to be swiped by a sharp weapon, dull pain.

It is impossible not to care.

Although I have expected the situation today, the deeper I get into, the more I will mind the other's heart. Unrequited love is bitter, hopeless, and hard to give up.

If everyone can easily let go, where are there people who are trapped by love?

It doesn't matter...

He told himself: It doesn't matter, at least she's still with me, that's enough.

It's an extravagant desire to be happy with each other. He already has her and should be content.

He kissed her on the back of her neck, sucking on her round shoulders and touching her skin, so that their body temperature gradually merged, warm and greasy.

This real and wonderful feeling relieved Murong Cheng's soreness.

——It doesn't matter, she still belongs to him.

He told himself that.

It's just that my heart is empty, and there is a desolate wind that sweeps through the entire chest, freezing to the bones.

...

At night, it was very quiet.

Murong Cheng never slept.

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 is very big and there are few servants. Mu Zi didn't know where the voice came from.

After listening attentively for a while, the voice gradually approached, and Mu Zi was alert and sat up suddenly from the bed.

It's fighting!

"Murong Cheng..." Mu Zi turned around to push him, and suddenly realized that Murong Cheng's eyes were open in the dark, she was startled.

Murong Cheng sat up, neither turning on the light nor going out to check, he took Mu Zi into his arms and kissed her, then patted her on the back.

"Don't be afraid." He soothed.

Mu Zi wanted to vomit blood.

People are almost at the door of the room! Is it time for lingering? !