Falling tonight

71 kiss

Mu Zhou's dark pupils dimmed as he stared at Zhao Rou, who lowered his head, and an impulse suddenly arose.

Her long black and white eyes met his gaze and then quickly dodge, her face was stained with a faint blush, with an alluring look of wanting to resist but to welcome him.

His eyes were extremely predatory. Zhao Rou vaguely remembered that she could only see this kind of eyes on him during love affairs. Just as she was about to push him away, a black shadow came over her head.

Almost at the same time, her chin was pinched and raised by rough fingers, her lips were sucked into her, and the strong scent of male hormones locked her tightly.

Zhao Rou's eyes widened, thinking that he was just having a taste, so she obediently stayed still and allowed him to ask for it.

But a minute passed, and he was still holding the back of her head, and their lips were entangled deeper, accompanied by rough breathing.

Her heart began to beat like thunder. The bathroom was public, and both men and women would pass by it, not to mention that it was still in the corridor leading to the bathroom.

Pushing him gently, a few vague words came out of his lips, "No, someone will come later!"

The man who was immersed in the delicious food had no time to be distracted to hear clearly what she was mumbling. After kissing her, he didn't want to let go of the sweet taste easily.

Until footsteps came from not far away, stepping into Zhao Rou's heart, which was already on tenterhooks. She hurriedly woke up from the intoxicating kiss and pushed him with all her strength.

Muzhou also heard the sound and felt that her body was too tight, so he let her go.

The two people's breaths were slightly chaotic, and they maintained a posture of hugging each other closely.

The footsteps outside were approaching, and Zhao Rou had nowhere to hide, so she simply threw herself into Mu Zhou's arms and pressed her face against his chest, so that she didn't have to worry about being seen.

Her ostrich-like appearance made Mu Zhou laugh. The low laughter shook her nerves from her chest, and she only felt her face getting hotter and dryer.

After the footsteps disappeared into the bathroom, the corridor became quiet again.

Zhao Rou poked her head out of his arms, her cheeks as red as if she was drunk.

"Now that you're in a good mood, let's go and tell Coach Song and then leave." Mu Zhou rubbed her hair that was slightly messy when she was rubbing against his chest, smiling softly.

"Okay." Zhao Rou, with a blush on her face, followed his words and agreed.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Zhao Fangyi's surgery should be finished."

Muzhou stopped and looked at her, waiting for her next words.

Zhao Rou coughed dryly, "Didn't she say that she wanted to see you first after the operation? I see you didn't refuse. Now that time has passed, what should I do?"

"What should I do?" Mu Zhou said calmly, "I don't remember promising her."

He stared into Zhao Rou's eyes, looking at her with an inquiring expression, "Besides, wouldn't you be unhappy that she bumped into me today and pulled me to say this? Why did you rush me to see her? "

Zhao Rou was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, she felt a little unhappy when she heard Zhao Fangyi say this.

But maybe it was because Mu Zhou's attitude towards Zhao Fangyi had always been lukewarm. She subconsciously felt that Mu Zhou had no feelings for Zhao Fangyi. It was just Zhao Fangyi's one-sided entanglement, so she didn't take it to heart.

Zhao Rou laughed dryly, "Even if you're not happy, we bumped into someone after all. What I mean is that the patient's emotions take priority. I'm afraid she won't see you making trouble again."

Mu Zhou felt better when he heard the word "we".

"Compared to her, I'm still more afraid of you making trouble."

Mu Zhou held her hand and remembered that she was too quiet in the ward. When she saw Zhao Fangyi holding him, she just turned around lightly, as if she didn't care.I don’t know if this woman really doesn’t care.

After saying goodbye to Coach Song, Mu Zhou drove back to the hospital. The wind was blowing harder in the afternoon, and there were waves of dust on the road.

Zhao Rou sat in the car, raised her two wrists and looked closer, "I didn't feel anything just now, but now I feel a little pain."

Coach Song began to teach her simple movements and strength from the front. She had no patience. She couldn't help but want to punch out after putting on protective gear and standing on the stage. So before Coach Song finished teaching her, the manic factor in her body started to take over. She was anxious. He just threw the first punch, and then he just punched according to his mood.

"It will always be like this for the first time. Your wrist may be swollen and painful tomorrow. I have professional ointment at home. I will apply it for you when I go back."

He glanced at her wrist. The slender, white and almost transparent wrist was already red.

Zhao Rou straightened up and said, "I found that you have a lot of ointments at home. Could it be that you used to go there often."

"Ah."

"You took me there to make me feel better, so you also went there to vent your emotions?" she asked curiously.

"That's right." Mu Zhou looked at the journey ahead and responded calmly.

"Don't be so precious with your words, okay?" Zhao Rou was dissatisfied and looked at his chiseled profile with wide eyes, "I don't think there can be anything in this world that would make President Mu unhappy. You are standing in the pyramid. Where is the man."

When it comes to the latter sentence, there is a hint of playfulness in his tone.

A man's deep magnetic chuckle sounded in the car, which was pleasant to the ear.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he glanced at her with a half-smile, "What about you? Why are you unhappy today? Can you tell me?"

His voice was soft and gentle, with a warm and bewitching tone, tickling her heart like a feather.

The car fell into an atmosphere of silence for a moment, Zhao Rou's slightly smiling face froze, and her wrists dropped to her sides.

Mu Zhou said nothing and drove steadily. A depressing and heavy atmosphere filled the car.

After an unknown amount of time, her distant and steady voice came, "You know, when I was 10 years old, I fractured my lower leg and was hospitalized."

Mu Zhou raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Gao Songqing's information on her investigation contained this paragraph.

Due to an accidental car accident, Zhao Rou was hit and suffered a severe leg fracture 10 years ago. Along with multiple internal organ injuries throughout her body, she was in a serious condition.

In order to heal her legs and organs as much as possible, the Zhao family sent her abroad for treatment.

He glanced at Zhao Rou beside him, "Have you heard of it? What's the matter?"

She lowered her head, the side of her face was covered by her hair, and her voice was ethereal, "I stayed in the hospital for 2 months at that time, and my dad only came once."

Her voice was choked up, "Except for the first day when he helped me go through the hospitalization procedures, he never came again."

Muzhou's speed slowly slowed down.

Her extremely low tone and the sound coming from deep in her throat were like an invisible hand grabbing his heart, which was indescribably uncomfortable.

He took one hand off the steering wheel, stretched out to her hand hanging by her side, and slowly held it.

"Actually, he was pretty good to me when I was a kid. Although he usually didn't have time to talk to me, he would occasionally care about my studies and ask about my situation. When I was in the hospital, I couldn't move my whole body. I could only lie in bed every day and couldn't find anything to do. It can be done, but no one can talk to me, so I just want someone to accompany me. But he never came to the hospital again."

(End of this chapter)