Chapter 181 Debt Collection
Once in the car, Murong Cheng held her down and kissed her.
"Murong Cheng! You bastard, this is school!" Mu Zi struggled angrily.
She knew that Murong Cheng was going to mess up again!
"It's outside the school now." Murong Cheng grabbed her wrist and pressed her on the leather seat.
His voice was particularly low and hoarse, with inexplicable emotions: "Zizi, don't keep rejecting me, you know my temper."
Mu Zi recalled, did he mind that he was not allowed to get close to him in the grove just now?
"You...why are you so narrow-minded?" Mu Zi stared at him in astonishment.
Murong Cheng bowed his head and bit her delicate neck, which stinged slightly.
"Call me over, you have to pay some money, you can't just send me away with a few words...Zizi, in order to come here as soon as possible, I gave up two percentage points." Murong Cheng put his hand into his clothes, and slammed Laughing in a low voice, "Well, the food in school is good, and I have grown meat."
Muzi's rosy cheeks were flushed with heat waves, and they were as red as clouds.
"Bastard." She still scolded him, but her scolding voice was not as cold as usual, but rather soft.
Murong Cheng asked for interest from Mu Zi.
It was unreasonable, but also ruthless, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.
Mu Zi was pressed tightly by him, beaten, scolded, struggled, panting from exhaustion, and finally punched Murong Cheng twice angrily and powerlessly.
She was dying of exhaustion.
Drenched in sweat.
Maybe it was because she was really tired, or maybe it was because she was sure that Murong Cheng would not do anything to her, but the subsequent resistance gradually became weak, with a faint hint of connivance.
Men seem to be naturally sensitive to this kind of thing, what is to refuse but also to welcome, what is to resist to the death, and what is to be submissive, they clearly distinguish.
Sensing the obedience of the girl in his arms, Murong Cheng's loss was inexplicably made up for.
He sucked all over Muzi's body and ate a full meal on her.
Afterwards, Murong Cheng hugged Mu Zi in his arms, and the two snuggled quietly in the car.
Mu Zi dozed off in his arms...
Recently, she has been studying late every day and lacks sleep. Although the grade-jumping assessment was not difficult for her, Mu Zi still made sufficient preparations to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
The exam was finally over today, and before she had time to rest, Murong Cheng grabbed her into the car and made a fuss. She was so tired that she could hardly keep her eyes open.
Murong Cheng curled up his fingers, and gently stroked her small face. It felt white and soft to the touch, along the contour of the jaw, and went down a little bit, to touch the cool, smooth and thick long hair, strand by strand, twisted and twisted.
Then, he saw dark pink traces under the messy clothes...
Murong Cheng felt satisfied.
He gently closed his eyes and began to take a nap.
Mu Zi slept for about half an hour.
She opened her eyes, and saw Murong Cheng beside her, eyes lightly closed, with a calm and gentle expression, every line of his handsome face was stretched, and there was a vague smile on his thin lips.
Are you having a good dream?
Mu Zi guessed.
Murong Cheng also woke up.
Their eyes met, Mu Zi felt a little uncomfortable, turned around, and silently buttoned her shirt.
Murong Cheng sat up and reached out to help her button her buttons.
Mu Zi was taken aback, and slapped his hand away forcefully, "What do you want again?!"
Murong Cheng laughed: "Why are you nervous? You are out of position, I just want to help you."
Mu Zi: "..."
Murong Cheng pulled her hand away, untied the wrong button, adjusted it again, and said indifferently: "Your physical strength is so poor, you still have to compete with me every time, and I don't know what you're trying to do."
He laughed at Muzi's resistance as a waste of effort.
Mu Zi bit her lip, it was rare that she didn't blow her hair, and asked solemnly: "Murong Cheng, why do you bully me every time? When we get along...can't we talk well?"