Mu Zi hugged Murong Cheng and cried.
Tears puffed down, and sorrow and joy filled her whole heart. She seemed to have finally found her support, holding him tightly, and never letting go.
Murong Cheng pulled her away slightly, pinched her chin with one hand and lifted it slightly, Mu Zi's tears flowed more urgently.
His long, jet-black eyes stared quietly, said nothing, bowed his head and kissed it.
Mu Zi's heart shuddered slightly.
His lips were warm, and the familiar Qingyu wrapped her, with the lingering and fierce, passionate feeling of a long-awaited reunion, his hand stretched into her clothes unknowingly.
The slightly rough finger belly wrapped her softness and pressed it on her chest.
Mu Zi's heart beat fiercely, banging against her atrium, she felt suffocated, and there was another sweet dizziness.
Murong Cheng picked her up and went back to the room. Mu Zi's body temperature and fragrance remained on the soft bed. He pressed her under his body and kissed and kissed her, biting her white earlobe and muttering, "I miss you so much!"
Mu Zi felt sad and couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was. A heart was both happy and sad, tearing at any time.
Both of them were a little excited, kissed each other, and quickly faded away.
There is nothing to hesitate, she loves him, and she wants to give herself to him.
However, at the last moment, her body faced him, her hands wrapped around his back, and she touched layers of uneven texture, and half of Mu Zi's body froze.
Like a bag of cold water, pouring down from her head, she was completely cold...
"What is this?" Mu Zi sat up with his legs bent, held his shoulders, and leaned forward to look at his back.
On Murong Cheng's back, there is a large new crimson scar, extending from the center of his back to both sides, like the wings of a demon, both hideous and weird.
Although the hard scab has been removed, it still feels slightly rough when rubbed.
Murong Cheng grabbed Mu Zi's hand and pressed her under him again. Mu Zi couldn't help struggling: "No, you hurt so badly..."
"It's not that it hurts her waist." Murong Cheng disapproved, lowered his head and kissed her white neck lightly, lingering and fierce.
"No, no..."
Mu Zi still felt wrong, closing his eyes was the new scar on Murong Cheng's back. The scab had just been removed from the outside. Has the inside healed? What about the rest of the body? Are there any injuries?
She rolled over and rode on Murong Cheng's waist, eagerly inspecting other parts of his body, Murong Cheng's breathing became heavier and heavier, feeling that her hand was burning.
Sure enough, Mu Zi found two more scars from bullets.
"No." She inhaled and said solemnly, "I want to take you to the hospital for an examination."
Murong Cheng's entire face turned black immediately.
"Do you think it won't work?" He gritted his teeth and pressed against her.
Mu Zi's cheeks were flushed, and she explained embarrassingly: "Don't make trouble, I'm worried about your body... Besides, I haven't prepared a lot of things. After all, it's the first time... Uh, that, I didn't prepare for the set..."
Murong Cheng reluctantly accepted this explanation.
"I'll buy it." He got out of bed and put on trousers, his brows full of boredom.
Seeing his unhappy look, Mu Zi felt as if he was going back to the past, sweet in his heart.
She hugged Murong Cheng’s waist from behind, pressed her face to his sturdy waist, and said with a smile: "Shall we go to the supermarket? The refrigerator at home is empty. I want to buy some vegetables, snacks, milk... I come back to cook. Eat it for you."
Murong Cheng had a smile in his eyes, turned around and raised her chin, "I just want to eat you today."
After that, kiss her lips again.
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