His vulgarity, his viciousness, and his cruelty and brutality were not innate, but were bred in the midst of deceit and struggle for power and profit—like a seed, rooted in the worst of environments, without a clear spring, without light, drawing blood as nourishment, and then growing into what it is today.

His frightening methods are only traces of others torturing him.

Mu Zi's tears slid down her eye sockets into her sideburns, slightly moist, and disappeared quickly.

The wet marks on her face made her feel itchy, and Mu Zi buried her face and wiped it on Murong Cheng's shirt.

Murong Cheng asked her funny: "What are you rubbing?" ”

Mu Zi deliberately disgusted him, and replied in a muffled voice: "Rub your nose." ”

Murong Cheng really scolded her: "Disgusting! ”

Although he scolded her, his body didn't move, and he let her lie on him.

Mu Zi's face was pressed against his chest, rubbed it twice, and said angrily: "No one is as disgusting as you, you are the most disgusting." ”

Murong Cheng smiled helplessly: "Okay, good, I'm the most disgusting......"

The two leaned silently against each other.

He gently ** her long hair, cool as silk, thick as ink, held in the palm of his hand, and slipped through his fingers, and inexplicably palpitated.

"Zizi, I'm very happy today." He whispered.

“…… Well. Mu Zi's voice was lazy.

"You help me with ideas, which shows that you care about me." Murong Cheng's voice was low and mellow, with a comfortable smile, "When you caught Huo Fei, did you say in the crowd that there was a problem with his shoes?" Zizi, you are always afraid of being implicated by me, but today you can't help but speak for me in front of so many people, you have me in your heart, don't you? ”

Mu Zi did not answer.

"Zizi?" Murong Cheng called her softly.

Murong Cheng ...... Don't make a fuss......" she muttered with her eyes closed.

Murong Cheng was dumbfounded.

She fell asleep on top of him.

Murong Cheng was silent for a while, couldn't help laughing, adjusted his posture slightly, and lay down to sleep with Mu Zi.

It's said to be sleeping, but it's actually just a nap.

Old lady Huo had an accident in his manor, how could he sleep here safely?

Murong Cheng lay down with Mu Zi for a quarter of an hour, then got up and left the room. Before leaving, he deliberately stuffed a pillow into Mu Zi's arms, so that she would not find herself in her dreams.

It felt a little subtle, both proud that Mu Zi couldn't do without her, and a little jealous of the pillow in her arms.

Murong Cheng sighed in his heart, feeling that it was a pity that he couldn't carry Mu Zi in his pocket all the time.

The door closed softly, and the girl in the bed slept soundly.

She had a dream.

In the dream was her high school days.

She has been studying hard since she was a child, and she may not be considered the smartest child, but because her world is only reading, and she has no distractions, her grades are always much higher than those of children of the same age.

Because of her good grades, she skipped two grades, and when she was in high school, she was the youngest student in her class. The age gap made her unable to speak to other girls in the class, had no friends, and was unconsciously isolated.

The girls thought she was boring, but the boys liked her very much, thought she was cool, they took her taciturn as cold and arrogant, and gave her the nickname of the goddess of icebergs, so the girls hated her even more.

She didn't care about all this, she still concentrated on her studies, and ignored all the pursuits that came her way, and did not respond in any way.

In fact, she didn't know how to respond.

Later, she was targeted by a gangster group in the school, and there was a bad student in it, who stalked her to the death, kept giving flowers and gifts every day, threatening to chase her down, and besieged her at the school gate when it was time to get out of school.

One day after school, the boy came running with flowers, and she finally couldn't help it and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”