Chapter 206： Uncontrolled

"Stop riding, I want to go down." Mu Zi whispered, her voice a little cold.

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

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

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

She fell into a mood of self-disgust, irritable and depressed, and in a bad mood.

She was ashamed of the passing throbbing, as if she had become a fallen, stupid, self-loving woman.

Mu Zi felt terrible now.

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

He hugged her off the horse and took her upstairs. The steps are winding up, and the staircase handrails carved with angels are bright and clear, as if they are plated with a layer of gold powder, extremely luxurious.

It's huge here, bigger than ten Mu's houses, and the long corridor stretches without end.

Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng silently, her expression a little confused, she only felt that her heart was also like the corridor in front of him, deep and endless, unable to see the direction.

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

Murong Cheng probably thought that she was dried out by the autumn sun, and asked someone to bring her afternoon tea, hot drinks to quench her thirst, and a delicate fruit platter.

Mu Zi is depressed and does not want to eat.

Murong Cheng asked her, "What do you want to eat? I ask the chef to cook it."

Mu Zi wanted to say that he didn't want to eat anything, but inexplicably, a heavy red pomegranate tree appeared in his mind that day on the mountain.

"Pomegranate..." She murmured subconsciously.

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

Mu Zi returned to his senses, frowning, "Eat one by one, it is troublesome to eat, I don't want to eat it!"

"Then squeeze it into pomegranate juice." Murong Cheng put his arms around her waist and dropped a kiss between her hair. "Drinking juice is always troublesome, right?"

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

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

Why is he good to her?

Does he love her?

Is he sincere?

……Think of Mu Zening. After four years of pursuit, he will never do less than Murongcheng. Maybe it's the same for men. When they don't get it, they will do all their tenderness and considerateness, but when they get it, they will abandon it like a shoe.

Mu Zi's heart suddenly quieted.

She seemed to figure it out.

There is no need to struggle at all, just refuse.

"I don't know what juice is mixed now, it's not clean." Mu Zi's voice was calm, no emotions, "I have to do my homework, and I will not drink anything."

Murong Cheng gently stroked her head, as if to soothe a fried kitten, "Then squeeze it directly with a juicer, and don't put anything. Now this season is really dry. It's good to drink some juice."

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

She stopped talking.

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

Mu Zi sat at the table doing his homework. He also sat at the table, peeling pomegranate in a leisurely manner.

The smell of the flesh 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 long fingers and distinct joints. These hands have held guns and killed people, but now they are carefully peeling pomegranates.

Peel her pomegranate.

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

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

Boom boom... boom boom...