Falling tonight

I can still sleep...

The man covered in moisture gently moved to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down on one side of the bed.

The bed immediately sank.

Zhao Rou, who had just fallen asleep, felt something cold behind her and woke up instantly.

After smelling the familiar man's scent, she turned to look at the person behind her, frowned and asked, "Didn't you leave?"

He was wrapped in a bathrobe, his well-textured chest was open, and his hair was wet. He didn't leave at all, but went to the bathroom outside to take a shower.

Mu Zhou rubbed his chin against her shoulder and sighed, "How can I bear to leave when you are here."

An arm was wrapped around her waist. Mu Zhou hooked her up and brought her into his arms. He kissed her shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's have a good talk and stop making trouble."

She turned around and stared at the darkness outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Her head was dizzy and she followed his words and said, "How do you want to talk?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her shoulders were lifted and she was forced to turn around, lying face to face with Mu Zhou.

He held her in his arms and brought the two of them closer. He raised his other hand and gently rubbed her red lips with his fingertips. His dark eyes were deep, "You still blame me?"

Zhao Rou was forced to press against his bare chest, with his dry and cool fingers on her lips.

Seeing that Zhao Rou didn't respond, Mu Zhou said to himself, "Xin Yun and I have known each other since we were young, and since we are neighbors, we usually interact with her more frequently. I used to be young and had no idea about the defense between men and women, so I We had a very good relationship with Xin Yun as we were friends when we were young."

"When I grew up, she had an accident and missed school classes. I went to her home to give her tutoring for a while. From that time on, I began to have the concept of differences between men and women and had no relationship with her. We became close when we were children. Later, people around us thought we were in love, but we were not."

Only then did Zhao Rou's confused eyes focus.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Rou asked him blankly.

She remembered that Qin Qin said that Mu Zhou and Xiao Xinyun were together.

Now he denies it.

Mu Zhou stared at Zhao Rou, whose black eyes were like the ink-colored sky outside the window. His voice was deep and powerful, and he said solemnly, word by word, "She and I have never been together."

Zhao Rou's expression suddenly lit up for a moment, and then darkened. She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "But you seem to have a very good relationship."

So good that she doesn't seem that important.

Mu Zhou's sneer came from overhead, with a hint of sourness, "You and Li Sijin also have a past that belongs to you, and you seem to have a good relationship."

"My relationship with him is different from that of you and Miss Xiao," Zhao Rou looked up at him and responded anxiously, "Xiao Xinyun's thoughts about you are very obvious. It is impossible for you not to know, but she thought you were single and surrounded you. You are greeted by everyone around you, but Li Sijin is not like that."

Mu Zhou raised his eyebrows, and wet rags of hair fell on his browbones. He looked unusually handsome, "Why didn't he..."

Seeing Zhao Rou frowning and looking like she wanted to defend herself, Mu Zhou stopped talking.

This woman trusts Li Sijin so much that she can't listen to anything he says now.

Mu Zhou changed the topic, "After all, Xinyun and I grew up together. She doesn't have many friends around her, and she is used to asking me for help with some things, so I arranged for her to stay in a hotel and sent people to clean up her old house, all with a little effort. , Just because we are friends, there is no relationship like you think." Mu Zhou patiently told Zhao Rou this.

"Have you experienced anything life-or-death with her?"

Zhao Rou raised her head and asked.

When Xiao Xinyun came to her studio to demonstrate in the afternoon, what she said impressed Zhao Rou deeply.

Something must have happened that made Xiao Xinyun proudly show off her relationship with Mu Zhou to her, right?
When Mu Zhou heard Zhao Rou ask this, he was stunned for a second.

He lowered his long eyelashes to cover the dark look in his eyes, and said in a heavy voice, "She saved me because I was seriously injured, so I owe her."

Saved Mu Zhou?

Does Xiao Xinyun's confident feelings for Mu Zhou rely on this kind of thing?
Mu Zhou stretched out his hand and stroked Zhao Rou's delicate and smooth chin, "But I can see my own feelings clearly. I have no feelings for men and women towards Xin Yun. I have a soft spot for you."

I have a soft spot for you.

The last four words were like a spell. Zhao Rou fell into his deep pupils, and her heart beat wildly unconsciously and was about to jump out of her body.

He said he had a soft spot for her.

Is this a confession to her?
Under the dim yellow light, Zhao Rou's face almost burned with heat.

Is this the first time he has clearly expressed his feelings to himself?
Something you have been looking forward to suddenly happened, why is it unreal?
Seeing Zhao Rou's stunned look, Mu Zhou couldn't help but pinch her chin gently, "What about you? Do you like me?"

like him?
Of course I like it.

Zhao Rou opened her red lips lightly and was about to blurt out the words "I like it" when her lips were suddenly sucked by him.

The kiss this time was passionate and urgent. Before Zhao Rou could respond, Mu Zhou was involved in the kiss. The overbearing and strong aura swept over her consciousness, making her gradually give up her resistance.

After kissing for a long time, she almost couldn't breathe, and then Mu Zhou let her go.

He hugged her into his arms, resting his chin on her hair, and asked in a dumb voice, "Du Ze is known for being playful. He is the one pestering you tonight, right?"

Zhao Rou gasped in his arms and finally regained her breath. When she heard him suddenly ask, her suppressed anger surged up again, "Since you know who he is, why do you still doubt me? I don't know him at all. He wanted to drink with me, but I refused and kicked him, so he chased me out."

Mu Zhou sighed softly, held the back of her head, and pecked her lips again and again, with an apologetic tone, "When I saw you and him standing together holding hands, I almost fainted with anger. What I said to you These are all angry words, I’m sorry, I didn’t doubt your intentions.”

Zhao Rou's eyes suddenly became sour, and tears overflowed unconsciously.

She didn't know why she suddenly cried more and more tonight.

Mu Zhou saw the tears in her eyes, and a trace of pain spread in the tip of his heart, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I couldn't hold it back when I saw him touching you. It's all my fault for doing that in the car. Don't cry, okay..."

He kissed her teardrops gently, and the warm and slightly salty taste spread in his mouth.

As his lips gradually moved downward, Mu Zhou gently licked the bite wound on her lip and asked vaguely, "Do you like me?"

Being close to the man in front of her, Zhao Rou's thoughts gradually became blurred. She vaguely heard him asking herself again, "Do you like him?"
Zhao Rou almost didn't think about it, and put her hands in his hair, "I like it." (End of Chapter)