Chapter 202 Love Words

In the bathroom, Mu Zi took a bath in a trance.

She felt that since she was reborn, her life was like a farce that was constantly reversed. One moment she was happily watching a movie with her classmates, but the next moment she was kidnapped by Murong Cheng to do this disgusting thing.

nausea.

really disgusting...

But apart from being disgusted, she was also a little thankful that Murong Cheng didn't really hurt her.

However, it was this subtle psychological blessing that made her feel even more ashamed.

She felt that she was worthless, and even wondered if she was used to being abused. Murong Cheng was so hateful, but she was still grateful because he didn't break her layer of membrane.

Perhaps this is what she fears the most - Murong Cheng is wearing down her will little by little.

After taking a bath, Mu Zi stood still in front of the mirror, seeing deep and shallow peach pink marks all over her body, the sense of shame lingered all over her body and was hard to dissipate.

She looked away and didn't take another look.

She didn't bring any clothes when she came in just now, and she didn't want to ask Murong Cheng to get them again. There was a set of clean bathrobes in the bathroom, which were large and thick, and could satisfy both concealing shame and keeping warm.

Mu Zi walked out of the room in her bathrobe and smelled the aroma of food.

Murong Cheng was laying out lunch on the round table next to the sofa.

Mu Zi only took one look, and was sure that Murong Cheng did it himself.

Because it is exactly the same as the few dishes he learned last time. It's just that this time, due to the rush of time, the puff pastry onion soup was missing.

Murong Cheng was the first and only man who could cook for her.

But thinking about what he did, Mu Zi really couldn't express her gratitude, she even deliberately choked him in a cold voice: "Next time I need it, wouldn't it be more convenient to go directly to the hotel to get a room? It's better to come here in the wilderness and order a takeaway It doesn’t work, and you have to cook yourself when you’re tired.”

Murong Cheng had just been served by Mu Zi's little hand, and he was in a good mood at the moment, and he was not angry when he heard the words.

He let Muzi sit on the sofa to eat lunch, and then went to get a dry towel to help her dry her wet hair.

Mu Zi was very hungry, and at the same time, she was also very angry, so she didn't really want to eat.

Murong Cheng's wiping movements were very gentle, careful and careful, as if he was worried that he might break a hair of hers, so he wiped it very preciously.

Mu Zi became more and more frustrated.

She hated him for showing such an affectionate look that could drown people every time he went crazy. She would rather that he be completely bad, so that she can hate him thoroughly and have the confidence to hate him!

After Murong Cheng finished wiping her hair, he bowed his head and sniffed lightly in her hair, and said, "It's very fragrant."

She used Murong Cheng's unscented shampoo for men, and Murong Cheng said it was very fragrant, referring to her.

Mu Zi suddenly felt that her annoyance and anger were meaningless, even if she was so angry that her lungs exploded, Murong Cheng still went her own way.

The tableware and delicacies were placed in front of her, and she had no appetite. Murong Cheng cut the steak into small pieces, but she was still unmoved.

"Do you want me to feed you?" Murong Cheng asked.

The hello Murong Cheng said is definitely different from what Mu Zi imagined. Mu Zi identified him as wretched, and subconsciously thought of him as wretched, and disgust appeared on his face.

"Do you treat every woman like this?" Mu Zi frowned slightly, looking down at the food on the plate, "Then am I the most expensive one? I asked you to spend money to send money to the company and the villa, and now I want You condescend to cook for me, Murong Cheng, what are you planning?"

Slight pain in the forehead.

It was Murong Cheng who knocked on her forehead.

"Eat well, don't speak in a strange way." Murong Cheng said.

Mu Zi curled her lips, took the knife and fork and ate it with a cold face.

She doesn't get angry, doesn't compete, and doesn't wrong herself.

Seeing that she was finally willing to eat, Murong Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, and sat beside her quietly watching her eat.

After looking at it for a while, he said: "Zizi, don't try to separate the relationship between you and me, your whole body belongs to me, even the food in your stomach comes from my hands."

Mu Zi choked...

In this world, there is only Murong Cheng who can talk about love so creepily, so disgustingly.