Chapter 206 Uncontrollable

"I won't ride anymore, I'm going down." Mu Zi said in a low voice, her voice was a bit cold.

For some reason, Murong Cheng felt that Mu Zi didn't reject the kiss just now, but now she suddenly lost her temper, Murong Cheng was not so sure.

He thought for a while and said to her: "If you don't like horseback riding, you can play other games. There is a garden maze in this manor, which is well designed."

"I don't like horseback riding, and I don't like mazes. What's the point of being dry and dry in the sun." Muzi replied indifferently, "I want to go back."

She was in a mood of self-loathing, irritable and depressed, in a bad mood.

She was ashamed of the fleeting throbbing, and she seemed to have become a fallen, stupid, self-loving woman.

Mu Zi feels terrible now.

Murong Cheng hugged her from behind, rode his horse and walked slowly until he reached the gate of the manor castle.

He carried her off his horse and led her upstairs. Layers of steps wind up, and the handrails carved with angel statues are clean and clear, as if coated with a layer of gold powder, which is extremely luxurious.

This place is very big, bigger than ten Mu residences, and the long corridor stretches without end.

Mu Zi silently followed Murong Cheng, with a somewhat confused expression, only feeling that her heart was like the corridor in front of her, deep and endless, and she couldn't see the direction clearly.

After returning to her room, she didn't want to face Murong Cheng, so she took homework from her schoolbag and came out to do it.

Murong Cheng probably really thought that she was dried out by the autumn sun, so he asked someone to bring afternoon tea, with hot drinks to quench his thirst, and an exquisite fruit platter.

Mu Zi was depressed and didn't want to eat.

Murong Cheng asked her: "What do you want to eat? I'll ask the chef to do it."

Mu Zi wanted to say that she didn't want to eat anything, but for no reason, a heavy red pomegranate tree that day on the mountain came to mind.

"Pomegranate..." she whispered subconsciously.

"Want to eat pomegranate?" Murong Cheng heard it, although her voice was very small.

Mu Zi regained consciousness, and frowned, "One by one, it's so troublesome to eat, I don't want to eat it!"

"Then squeeze it into pomegranate juice." Murong Cheng put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her hair, "Drinking juice is not troublesome, is it?"

There is an unknown fire in Mu Zi's heart.

Murong Cheng's kindness to her was like pouring hot oil on fire, making her heart burn even more.

Why is he nice to her?

does he love her

Is he sincere?

…Think about Mu Zening, after four years of pursuit, he will never do less than Murong Cheng. Maybe men are like this, when they don't get it, they give all their tenderness and consideration, but when they get it, they throw it away like a shoe.

Mu Zi's heart suddenly became quiet.

She seemed to have figured it out.

There is no need to struggle at all, as long as you refuse.

"I don't know what to add to the juice now, it's not clean." Mu Zi's voice was calm, without emotion, "I have to do my homework, so I don't drink anything."

Murong Cheng stroked her head lightly, like comforting a kitten with frizz, "Then squeeze it directly with a juicer without putting anything in. It's really dry in this season, so you can drink some juice."

Mu Zi looked down at her homework, "It's up to you."

She stopped talking.

Then, Murong Cheng really asked someone to bring a basket of pomegranates.

Mu Zi was sitting at the table doing homework, and he was also sitting at the table, very leisurely peeling pomegranates.

The smell of the pulp was very fresh, with a hint of sweetness, Mu Zi couldn't concentrate, and couldn't help but glance at him.

Murong Cheng has a pair of beautiful hands with slender fingers and well-defined joints. These hands have held guns and killed people before, but now they are carefully peeling pomegranates.

Peel pomegranates for her.

The jewel-like crystal red flesh was peeled off one by one, leaving a pink juice on his fingers, which was light, sweet, and unexpectedly charming.

Mu Zi stared blankly at his hand, her heart beating uncontrollably.

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