Chapter 663

There was a smile in Murong Cheng's voice: "You can really sleep?"

Mu Zi ignored him, pretended to be asleep, lying on the bed silently.

After a while, she heard a slight rustling sound, as if Murong Cheng had turned over, and then the hand she placed on the edge of the bed was gently held by him.

Mu Zi didn't move, she murmured softly, "What are you doing, you're not sleeping yet."

Murong Cheng said: "I can't sleep without holding you."

"Slick tongue." Mu Zi snorted softly, "Say it as if you haven't slept before."

"Can that be called sleeping alone?" Murong Cheng argued forcefully, "At best, it can be regarded as lying down with eyes closed. You must know, sleep is a verb..."

"Shut up!" Mu Zi suppressed her voice and interrupted him in embarrassment, already foreseeing the next direction of this conversation.

Murong Cheng smiled, squeezed her palm, and really shut up.

His palms were broad and his fingers were slender. The temperature in his palms was warm, making her feel at ease.

Mu Zi lay quietly on the bed, listening to the monotonous chirping of insects outside the window, and slowly, finally fell asleep.

...

This night Mu Zi slept peacefully, she didn't know that Bai Wei tossed and turned and woke up three or five times in the night, afraid that her son who was out of tune would do something wrong.

Not wanting to wake Mu Zi up, Bai Wei just stood at the door and took a few glances, seeing that her son was indeed sleeping on the floor, she was relieved, but thinking of the unclear relationship between the two of them, her heart hung up again, feeling extremely helpless.

She has never had any ideas, and in such a situation, she is helpless.

The next day, Bai Wei was cooking beef bone soup in the kitchen. The milky white soup was bubbling and steaming. She stared at the pot in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard voices outside.

Bai Wei went out and saw Murong Cheng holding Mu Zi downstairs, that intimate gesture made Bai Wei's blood surge again, and she couldn't even stand still.

But Murong Cheng didn't notice it. He saw Bai Wei standing by the stairs and asked, "Mom, is the soup ready? I can smell the aroma."

"It's almost ready..." Bai Wei replied in a low voice, staring at Murong Cheng's hand on the crook of Mu Zi's leg.

In the hot summer, Mu Zi was only wearing a set of Mickey home pajamas, with a sleeveless vest on top and pretty shorts on the bottom. Murong Cheng also didn't wear much, and the two of them were almost skin-to-skin, Bai Wei couldn't stop thinking about it.

The siblings are so close!

It was so intimate!

Murong Cheng walked past her as if no one was there, carried Mu Zi to the living room, placed him carefully on the sofa, completely ignoring the pained eyes of his mother.

"Bring the crutch here." Mu Zi said to him.

Murong Cheng raised his eyebrows, and said disdainfully: "Why do you want a crutch? I'll hug you wherever you want to go, can the crutch be useful to me?"

Mu Zi was embarrassed, looked at Bai Wei who was not far away embarrassingly, and squeezed Murong Cheng's arm hard.

"Could you be more careful with what you say..." She gritted her teeth, feeling like she had fallen asleep, Murong Cheng was completely broken in front of Bai Wei, without any cover-up.

Murong Cheng sat down next to each other, wanting to take Mu Zi into his arms.

"Go and clean the bird rack!" Muzi pushed him nervously, "Sisi's nest should be cleaned too!"

Murong Cheng can be shameless, but Mu Zi still wants face. In front of Bai Wei, she really doesn't want to be too intimate with Murong Cheng. Bai Wei was very kind to her, she shouldn't poke her mother's heart like this, it would be too heartless.

Fortunately, Murong Cheng was cooperative, and he really went to tidy up the pet nest. Mu Zi heaved a sigh of relief.