Falling tonight

Chapter 80 Ginger Soup
After all, he was in someone else's house. Mu Zhou wanted to be alone with Zhao Rou in the guest room for a while to see if she was injured, but Zhao Rou kicked him out anyway.

There were spare clean clothes in the guest room. Zhao Rou quickly wiped off the sticky liquid on her body with a towel, changed her clothes and opened the door. She saw two men standing separately in the corridor at the door without any interaction.

When they heard the door opening, both of them turned to look at her.

Zhao Rou changed into a loose beige dress that did not show off her figure, making her look less deserted and more gentle.

Li Sijin leaned on the railing with one foot and narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. Her snow-skinned and bright eyes were slim and graceful. They overlapped with the figure of the old little girl in his mind, but were a little different.

Although Mu Zhou didn't know why Li Sijin was still here, it wasn't his concern.

He stepped forward and took the black dress that Zhao Rou had changed from, and held her wrist with one hand to leave.

"Xiaorou," Li Sijin said, directly interrupting Mu Zhou's steps to take her away, "drink the ginger soup before leaving."

"Xiaorou?" Mu Zhouhou took back his steps and repeated his words, his delicate and handsome face suddenly darkened.

Even he himself had never called him such an affectionate name.

Mu Zhou raised his eyes, his eyes full of doubts, and looked at Li Sijin with guarded eyes. The latter just stood quietly in front of them, his tall figure still indifferent.

Mu Zhou frowned and asked, "Master Li, are you familiar with Miss Zhao?"

Li Sijin smiled warmly, pushed up his rimless glasses with gentle and graceful movements, and said something ambiguous, "Forget it."

Forget it?

Mu Zhou's face turned even darker. What kind of answer was this?

When he was used to being in a superior position, he didn't really like such a vague way of communicating. Just as he was about to ask, his sleeve was gently pulled by someone.

Zhao Rou glanced at Li Sijin, then looked up at Mu Zhou, who had a handsome face, and said, "Sijin and I are old acquaintances. Don't be hostile to him."

Mu Zhou became even more angry when he heard this.

What was she doing? Before he said anything, Zhao Rou seemed to be fighting for this man's injustice?
And what did she call him?Si Jin?

When they first came into Li's house, they didn't even say hello, and they didn't seem to know each other.

Mu Zhou's face looked as tense as a drum skin at this moment, and he asked Zhao Rou coldly, "When did you meet Young Master Li?"

Before Zhao Rou could answer, she heard Li Sijin chuckle and say to Mu Zhou in a calm and indifferent voice, "Mr. Mu, don't get me wrong, I have known Xiaorou longer than you, and I take care of her like a younger sister." .”

Zhao Rou gave Li Sijin a grateful look.

Mu Zhou's mind was working rapidly, digesting the meaning of Li Sijin's words.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and the servant came over carefully carrying ginger soup, "Master, the ginger soup is ready."

Li Sijin didn't look at Mu Zhou anymore, turned around and took a bowl from the tray held by the servant, handed it to Zhao Rou, his voice was gentle, "Just now, my clothes were soaked on my body, and the cold air entered my body. You stayed in the hospital longer than me." Sir, I don’t need to say more.”

Zhao Rou frowned and stared at Li Sijin. He was still the same as before, taking care of her and being strong.

In the past, when she was almost fully recovered from the operation, she sometimes wanted to be lazy and not do the rehabilitation treatment on her legs, so Li Sijin would coax her and use both soft and hard tactics to complete the process with her.

Just like now, he didn't know that she didn't like to drink this stuff, but he held the ginger soup steadily in front of her, as if he wouldn't take it away if she didn't drink it.Zhao Rou curled her lips, knowing she couldn't defeat him, so she still reached out and took the bowl.

The soup in the bowl is yellow and thick, with a few red wolfberries and black longans sprinkled on top, and the spicy taste is tangy.

Zhao Rou raised her head and poured the ginger soup down her throat in one breath. The liquid entered her throat, taking away the spicy taste, which made her eyes steam.

She frowned fiercely, as if she had taken poison, and her bright features were twisted together.

Li Sijin shook his head helplessly, took the empty bowl in her hand, and said with a deep smile in his voice, "Why are you so picky about these when you grow up?"

Zhao Rou glared at him innocently, and she wanted to know why he still had this kind of virtue when he grew up.

Unfortunately, there was still soup left in her mouth, and it was so spicy that she didn't want to refute.

Mu Zhou silently observed all the interactions between Li Sijin and Zhao Rou without saying a word.

The communication and actions between them were very natural, with a hint of almost imperceptible intimacy. Just like Li Sijin said, they had known each other for a long time, longer than he had known Zhao Rou. Some close behavioral habits had been established, and they themselves I don't mind, or think there's nothing wrong with it.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhou felt a little unhappy.

Although the man in front of him kept saying that he regarded Zhao Rou as his sister, he always felt that the way Li Sijin looked at Zhao Rou was filled with doting and care that transcended distance.

Moreover, this person damn seemed to know Zhao Rou better than he did.

Mu Zhou didn't want them to come into contact with her anymore. Seeing that Zhao Rou had finished drinking the ginger soup, she said to Li Sijin lukewarmly, "Young Master Li, if nothing happens, let's leave first."

Li Sijin curled his lips and nodded lightly, but did not look at Mu Zhou. He just looked at Zhao Ju and said, "Okay, I'll contact you later."

Before Zhao Rou could answer him, Mu Zhou pulled her down the stairs.

The living room had returned to liveliness, and Wen Ke and the other two were not seen. Mu Zhou took Zhao Rou and said hello to a few familiar people before walking out of the manor.

Mu Zhou stuffed the skirt Zhao Rou had changed into into the trunk. After getting in the car, Mu Zhou said to Gao Songqing, "Go back to Yuewan Mansion."

After driving for more than ten minutes, the car drove out of the secluded mountain road and into the traffic flow. The incandescent street lights and traffic tail lights flashed alternately, and the scenery inside and outside the car lit up.

Zhao Rou thought Mu Zhou would ask her about Li Sijin, but he didn't say anything. After getting in the car, he sat quietly, with some distance between him and her, but his hand still held her tightly and wouldn't let go.

Zhao Rou secretly turned her head and glanced at him a few times, and saw that he was staring at the traffic in front of him expressionlessly, unable to distinguish between happiness and anger.

After looking at it for a few times, Zhao Rou looked away.

I thought to myself, wouldn't he be jealous?

But think about it, she and Li Sijin didn't do anything beyond the rules. Did he mind if he drank a bowl of ginger soup given by others?
With this thought in mind, she turned to look at the man next to her. There were no lights on in the car, so she moved closer to see the look on his face clearly.

As soon as he got close to his face, a dark shadow fell in front of his eyes.

The next second, the extremely aggressive male aura surrounded her tightly, her waist was tightly restrained by his arms, her lips were bitten by him, and the hot and domineering kisses came in waves, so fierce and urgent that she could hardly bear it. Holding still, she put her hands against his chest to show resistance.

Mu Zhou felt unhappy, and originally wanted to nibble her for a while with some punishment, but when he took in the mellow aroma of the wine in his mouth, which was sweet and intoxicating, he couldn't help but want more.

(End of this chapter)