Falling tonight

A black shadow suddenly covered the top of her head. Before Zhao Rou could finish her words, the man's face instantly pressed down in front of her. With unexplained aggression, a big palm clasped the back of her head.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stinging pain on the lips, and in an instant, the smell of blood like rust spread between their lips.

Yes, Muzhou was biting her.

"Well!"

The pain between her lips made Zhao Rou's facial features wrinkle together, and she subconsciously opened her lips and let out a soft sigh.

The man took the opportunity to open her teeth and squeezed in like a siege of a city. With a burst of anger, he chased her wildly and swept away her.

Zhao Rou twisted her body and slapped the man in front of her on the shoulders and chest with both hands, struggling to resist.

But there was a locked car door behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

Her resistance further aroused the man's animalistic nature deep in his bones.

With a "Zila" sound, Zhao Rou's top was torn open, and the skin of her upper body was exposed to the air, which was cold to the bone.

The kiss this time was extremely rough, completely different from the gentle, delicate and considerate kisses in the past.

Muzhou seemed to want to swallow her into his stomach, the pressure on his lips and hands kept getting heavier, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Zhao Rou felt that her heart was deprived of oxygen, she couldn't breathe, and her whole body was weak.

Unable to resist, he could only passively endure his aggression.

Tears were about to fall from her eyes. Zhao Rou closed her eyes tightly and tried to stop the tears from surging out.

In the quiet car, the sounds of gasping and feeble struggling spread dullly.

As they kissed, a salty taste spread among the taste buds. After licking for a while, Mu Zhou noticed something was wrong and opened his eyes.

In the darkness, Zhao Rou's upper body was almost naked, and the picture was messy and confusing.

There were thin eyebrows on her face, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were trembling with moisture.

Transparent tears oozed from the corners of his red eyes, and a drop of them trickled down his cheeks and fell between his collarbones.

With just one glance, Mu Zhou's body trembled slightly.

"Why are you crying? Does it hurt you?"

Mu Zhou's throat felt dry, and his heart immediately softened, as if he was a defeated army, panicking.

I was a little excited by her words just now, so I moved a little harder. Did it hurt her?
Zhao Rou opened her eyes, her watery eyes filled with grievance and anger.

Feeling increasingly angry, Zhao Rou raised her hand and slapped him in the face.

"Snapped!"

Mu Zhou's face was hit sideways, leaving a red mark on his face.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Rou with eyes full of disbelief and faint anger.

Did she attack him?
Ever since he was a child, Mu Zhou had never heard a harsh word, let alone a slap.

This was his first taste of being slapped.

Zhao Rou bit her lip and stared at him with a look of humiliation, her eyes were sharper and more decisive than ever before.

The two looked at each other like this.

For a long time, Mu Zhou suppressed the rising anger in his heart, breathed heavily, and adjusted his breathing.

He reached out towards her, but saw Zhao Rou retreating as frightened as a deer.

Muzhou's hand froze in mid-air, and he paused for a second before reaching out to her, picking up the torn clothes, and putting his coat on her body.

"I'm sorry," Mu Zhou locked her face deeply, his voice low and dark.

After checking, there were no traces of injury on her body, and Mu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

The tears in Zhao Rou's eyes were like a floodgate that could not be closed, rushing out.

Especially after hearing him say "I'm sorry", I felt even more aggrieved, my heart felt sour and stagnant.

With a soft sigh, Mu Zhou put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He took out a tissue with his other hand and gently wiped away the unstoppable tears on her face. "It's really made of water. I can't stop crying. How can I stop crying, huh?"

She rarely revealed this emotion in front of him, and it was because of him.

Mu Zhou was at a loss and didn't know how to coax him.

"Do not touch me."

Zhao Rou was very resistant to his touch at the moment and refused to leave his arms.

At this time, the car door was suddenly opened, and Gao Songqing got into the driver's seat and prepared to start the car.

Zhao Rou was startled by Gao Songqing's sudden movement, and she hurriedly lowered her head and buried it in Mu Zhou's chest, fearing that Gao Songqing would see her embarrassed appearance.

Before closing the car door, Gao Songqing noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere inside the car.

He turned his head stiffly and saw at a glance the ambiguous posture of Zhao Rou and Mu Zhou leaning against each other in the back row.

At the same time, Mu Zhou shot a vicious glare at him.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, please continue, continue."

Gao Songqing turned pale with fright, apologized quickly, got out of the car, and ran away.

Damn it.

Gao Songqing caressed his chest as he ran. He was lost in thought just now thinking about Miss Xiao's words. He actually disturbed Mr. Mu's good deeds. He wouldn't be silenced, right?
Although Mu Zhou was annoyed by Gao Song Qing's reckless behavior, he felt inexplicably better when he saw Zhao Rou leaning towards him subconsciously.

He gently stroked Zhao Rou's black hair, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

Many things had been piled up together in the past two days, and Xiao Xinyun's existence created a gap between the two.

We need to take her back tonight to explain everything clearly. Otherwise, this little woman will continue to have a cold war with him.

Mu Zhou rolled down the window and motioned for Gao Songqing to come over and drive.

Zhao Rou pushed Mu Zhou away, raised her hand to wipe her tears, sniffed, and adjusted her mood, "I want to go back to my own home."

Mu Zhou pursed his lips and looked at her without any objection. He turned to Gao Songqing and said, "Let's drive."

When passing by the pharmacy, Mu Zhou got out of the car and picked out some ointments.

Zhao Rou was carried upstairs back to the apartment by Mu Zhou.

Mu Zhou gently placed her on the sofa, squatted down, picked up her feet and put them on his knees.

The originally slender ankles were swollen high, and the fair skin was purple in color, making it painful just to look at it.

"Hiss," Zhao Rou shrank her feet, hurt by his gentle pressing action.

"This is what happens if you don't stay home at night and go out to drink."

Mu Zhou felt angry, annoyed and distressed, so he opened the ointment to apply it to her.

Zhao Rou kicked him, "I have to take a shower first and apply the medicine later."

"How do you wash it when it's swollen like this?" Mu Zhou frowned.

"There is a bathtub, I'll put the water in it."

Zhao Rou was about to get up and move into the room step by step, but Mu Zhou held her down and sat back on the sofa.

"Sit down," Muzhou said angrily, using gentle force to prevent her from moving. "I'll get some water for you."

There is really nothing to do with her.

At this time, we also pay attention to mysophobia.

While pouring water into the bathtub, he felt the temperature of the water with his hands. He felt that it was suitable. Mu Zhou went to the room, took a robe and underwear and put them next to the bathtub, then turned and went out to the living room.

"The water has been put away. Can I take you to wash it?"

Zhao Rou raised her eyes and stared at him, "My foot is lame and my hand is not broken. I can do it myself." (End of Chapter)