Mu Zi was annoyed, and raised his hand to beat him a few times, "You guy!...Can't you not be so vulgar!"

To say that he is vulgar is a compliment, he is simply vulgar!

Murong Cheng treated the insult as a flirt, smiled back a little, and leaned in to kiss her again. Mu Zi refused, fluttering like an impatient little sparrow in his arms.

Struggling for a while, slowly, she felt something was wrong.

"Are you injured?" Mu Zi felt the wet hands, turned over and stretched out his hands to take a photo under the lamp, with a dazzling red.

"You are hurt!" she said, her tone changed from surprise to affirmation.

Murong Cheng frowned slightly, looked down at his chest, blood soaked out, and his clothes were dyed red.

He didn't want to soil Mu Zi's bedding, so he straightened up and took off his shirt, revealing his strong chest.

Mu Zi saw a palm-length scar on his chest. It was scabs, but it was cracked in the middle. The red blood flowed out along the texture, dripping on his vigorous waist and abdomen, like a **** Flowing water oil painting.

Rao has seen the dead, and seeing this scene before him, Mu Zi still feels shocked.

She randomly pulled a pile of tissues to cover his wound, remembering the few times she had beaten him hard just now.

"Are you stupid? Why didn't you hide just now!"

Murong Cheng smiled lightly, got out of bed, took out the medicine box from the cabinet, took out the gauze, and bandaged herself skillfully.

"It's just a small injury. If I didn't deliberately release the water, the person would not be able to get close to me."

"Just brag!" Mu Zi was sitting on the bed, staring at him with dark eyes.

"I'm so courageous, I actually dare to say that I'm bragging." Murong Cheng leaned forward again, hugged her and bit her delicate neck as a punishment.

Mu Zi hid subconsciously to the side.

Murong Cheng clamped her waist tightly, not allowing her to hide, half forcing the two of them to fit closer together.

The breath on his body was fresh and cold, with blood and the fragrance of roses, filling her around, making her suffocated and confused.

Mu Zi seemed to have touched his wound, and her struggling movements became soft unconsciously.

She suddenly felt that Murong Cheng was pitiful, and his birthday was not peaceful, so many people wanted to kill him, and they didn’t know whether he had died next year’s birthday...

Thinking that Murong Cheng might die, Mu Zi's heart trembled slightly, and the stone was thrown into the windless lake, rippling circles, unable to calm down.

Murong Cheng went all the way up her neck, pressing her under the soft quilt, grinding her lips and ears.

I don't know if it's a demon, Mu Zi didn't resist because he was so unscrupulous.

Her docility shocked Murong Cheng, and then was pleasantly surprised.

He lifted his arm up, staring at her with pitch-black eyes, and asked: "Zizi, are you feeling sorry for me?"

"What nonsense!" Mu Zi drank, his cheeks flushed with annoyance, "I just don't want to waste my energy and do useless struggles!"

But Murong Cheng let go of her and sat up with his back straight. He carefully examined Mu Zi's expression. After a while, a smile appeared in his eyes, "You are loving me."

The tone is determined.

Mu Zi got angry, turned his back and ignored him.

Murong Cheng was very happy, took off his shoes and squeezed into her bed, holding her tightly in his arms.

Mu Zi's anger was upset, and there was no way he could do anything about it. He complained in a low voice: "If you haven't come back for so long, my mother has always been worried. I couldn't get through after calling you countless times. Today I even made longevity noodles for you. You can't keep going like this, no matter how busy the Huo family's affairs are, you should also call mom to keep safe..."

She babbled, holding injustices for Bai Wei.

Murong Cheng was a little surprised: "Why make longevity noodles?"

Mu Zi was stunned, hey? Don't he know that today is his birthday?