Mu Zi was annoyed, raised her hand and beat him a few times, "You person! …… Can't it be so vulgar! ”

Saying that he is vulgar is a compliment, he is simply vulgar and obscene!

Murong Cheng took the insult as flirting, smiled and stepped back a little, and leaned over to kiss her, but Mu Zi refused, fluttering like an impatient little sparrow in his arms.

After struggling for a while, slowly, she felt that something was wrong.

"You're hurt?" Mu Zi felt the wetness on her hands, turned over and stretched out her hand to shine under the lamp, and there was a dazzling red.

"You're hurt!" She said, her tone changing from surprise to affirmation.

Murong Cheng frowned slightly, looked down at his chest, and blood soaked out, staining his clothes red.

He didn't want to stain Mu Zi's futon, so he straightened up and took off his shirt, revealing his strong chest.

Mu Zi saw a palm-length scar on his chest, which had scabbed, but it cracked a little from the middle, and red blood flowed out, flowing along the texture, dripping on his vigorous waist and abdomen, like a bloody oil painting.

Rao has seen dead people, and when he saw the scene in front of him, Mu Zi still felt shocked.

She pulled a bunch of tissues to cover his wounds, remembering how hard she had beaten him.

"Are you stupid? Why didn't you hide just now! ”

Murong Cheng laughed lightly, got out of bed, took out the medicine box from the cabinet, took out the gauze, and bandaged himself skillfully.

"It's just a small injury, if I hadn't deliberately released the water, that person wouldn't have been able to get close to me at all."

"You just brag!" Mu Zi sat on the bed, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes.

"I'm so bold that I dare to say that I'm bragging." Murong Cheng came up again, hugged her and bit her delicate neck as a punishment.

Mu Zi subconsciously hid to the side.

Murong Cheng tightened her waist to prevent her from hiding, and semi-forcibly made the two of them fit closer together.

His breath was fresh and cold, with the faint scent of blood and roses, which filled her and suffocated her.

Mu Zi seemed to have touched his wound, and the movements of the struggle unconsciously became soft.

She suddenly felt that Murong Cheng was pitiful, and his birthday was not peaceful, so many people wanted to kill him, and she didn't know if he would have died on his birthday next year......

Thinking that Murong Cheng might die, Mu Zi's heart trembled slightly, like stones thrown into the windless lake, rippling in circles, unable to calm down.

Murong Cheng went all the way up her neck, pressing her into the soft quilt, grinding her lips and ears.

I don't know if it's the devil in his heart, he is so unscrupulous, Mu Zi didn't resist.

Her meekness made Murong Cheng stunned, and then surprised.

He raised his body with his arms propped up, stared at her with dark eyes, and asked, "Zizi, are you feeling sorry for me?" ”

"What nonsense!" Mu Zi snorted, her cheeks flushed with annoyance, "I just don't want to waste my efforts and do useless struggles!" ”

Murong Cheng let go of her, sat up with his back straight, he carefully studied Mu Zi's expression, and after a while, a smile appeared in his eyes, "You feel sorry for me." ”

The tone is firm.

Mu Zi was angry, turned over and turned his back, ignoring him.

Murong Cheng was very happy, took off his shoes and squeezed into her quilt, holding her tightly in his arms.

Mu Zi was angry, and there was nothing he could do, so he complained in a low voice: "You haven't come back for so long, my mother has been very worried, I can't get through after countless phone calls to you, and I specially made longevity noodles for you today, you can't always go on like this, no matter how busy the Huo family's affairs are, you should also call your mother to keep you safe......"

She chattered and was upset for Bai Wei.

Murong Cheng was a little surprised: "Why do you make longevity noodles?" ”

Mu Ziwei was stunned, hey? Didn't he know that today was his birthday?