"Don't ride, I'm going down." Mu Zi said in a low voice, her voice a little cold.

For some reason, Murong Cheng felt that Mu Zi didn't actually reject the kiss just now, but now that she suddenly lost her temper again, Murong Cheng wasn't sure.

He thought for a moment and said to her, "If you don't like horseback riding, you can play something else, and there is a garden maze in this manor, which is well designed." ”

"I don't like horseback riding, I don't like mazes, it's dry and dry in the sun, what's the point." Mu Zi replied indifferently, "I want to go back." ”

She is in a state of self-loathing, irritable and depressed, and in a bad mood.

She was ashamed of the fleeting throbbing, and it was as if she had become a depraved, stupid, unloving woman.

Mu Zi feels terrible now.

Murong Cheng put his arm around her from behind and rode his horse slowly until he reached the gate of the manor castle.

He dismounted with her and led her upstairs. The staircase handrails carved with angels meander up the staircase are as clear as if coated with a layer of gold dust, which is extremely luxurious.

It was huge, bigger than ten mansions, and the long corridor stretched endlessly.

Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng's side silently, looking a little confused, only feeling that his heart was like the corridor in front of him, deep and endless, and he couldn't see the direction clearly.

After returning to the room, she didn't want to face Murong Cheng, so she took her homework out of her schoolbag to do it.

Murong Cheng probably really thought that she was dried by the autumn sun, so he asked someone to bring afternoon tea, hot drinks to quench his thirst, and a delicate fruit platter.

Mu Zi was depressed and didn't want to eat.

Murong Cheng asked her, "What do you want to eat?" I asked the chef to do it. ”

Mu Zi wanted to say that she didn't want to eat anything, but inexplicably, a heavy red pomegranate tree appeared in her mind on the mountain that day.

"Pomegranate ......," she whispered subconsciously.

"Want to eat pomegranates?" Murong Cheng heard it, even though her voice was small.

Mu Zi came back to her senses, her eyebrows furrowed, "One by one, it's troublesome to eat, I don't want to eat it!" ”

"Then squeeze it into pomegranate juice." Murong Cheng put his arm around her waist and lowered his head to drop a kiss between her hair, "It's not too troublesome to drink juice, right?" ”

Mu Zi had a nameless fire in her heart.

Murong Cheng's kindness to her was like hot oil poured on a fire, making her heart burn even more.

Why was he nice to her?

Does he love her?

Does he have a heart?

…… Think about Mu Zening, after four years of pursuit, he will never do less than Murong Cheng. Maybe men are like this, when they can't get it, they give all their gentleness and thoughtfulness, and after they get it, they abandon it like a shoe.

Mu Zi's heart suddenly calmed down.

She seemed to have figured it out.

There's no need to dwell on it at all, just say no.

"I don't know what the juice is mixed with now, it's not clean." Mu Zi's voice was calm and emotionless, "I have to do my homework, and I don't drink anything." ”

Murong Cheng gently stroked her head, as if to soothe the fried kitten, "Then use the juicer to squeeze it directly, don't put anything, it's really dry in this season now, it's good to drink some juice." ”

Mu Zi lowered her eyes and looked at her homework book, "Whatever you want." ”

She stopped talking.

Then, Murong Cheng really asked someone to get a basket of pomegranates.

Mu Zi sat at the table and did his homework, and he also sat at the table, peeling pomegranates in a leisurely manner.

The smell of the flesh was very fresh, with a hint of sweetness, Mu Zi couldn't concentrate, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at him.

Murong Cheng has a pair of good-looking hands, with slender fingers and distinct bone joints, these hands have held guns and killed people, but now they are meticulously peeling pomegranates.

Peel pomegranates for her.

The jewel-like red flesh was peeled off one by one, leaving pink juice on his fingers, faint, sweet, and unexpectedly charming.

Mu Zi looked at his hand in a daze, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

Bang bang bang...... Bang bang bang......