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However, he was secretly cursing in his heart. Damn it, this woman dared to be distracted?

After calling back her attention, he looked at her face with satisfaction.

"Dye, that's more like it …"

He took the opportunity to coax her into a quiet temper,

"In the future …" "If you want to say it, just say it. If you want to say it, say it. If you want to say it, say it..."

Who knew that he would be interrupted before he could finish his words?

"Does anyone care when you say it?"

Although her voice was hoarse right now, her words were filled with a coldness. His enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by her.

"Mu Ran, you really did want to anger me to death, didn't you?"

This woman was truly hopeless. He didn't know why she had such an awkward temper, and it seemed like she was here to deal with him!

She immediately cleverly shut her mouth. What she said was the truth. If she was happy to say that someone would be happy with her, then what would happen?

There were some emotions that didn't need to be told to everyone. There were some emotions that needed to be digested by oneself and might not be able to be digested in such a short period of time, but when thinking about them, he gradually forgot about them.

When he finally let her go, she struggled to get up. Her long arms wrapped around her from behind, and his voice sounded lazy.

"What are you doing?"

She still didn't learn to be smart and blurted out without thinking,

"Bath —"

She had just finished speaking when someone shoved her back onto the bed.

"What are you washing for, I still want to continue!"

She was on the verge of tears. There was finally a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Gu Mo City —"

Sure enough, her weakness made him extremely happy. He raised his eyebrows and laid down by her side, while a hand stretched out from under her neck.

"Sleep for a while!"

He had originally wanted to take her out to see the lavender in the morning, but he lost interest in her tormenting him. Originally, he had been busy with work in the State of Yue during this time, so he came out on vacation to have a good rest.

She had slept soundly on the way here and had also slept soundly last night. However, she could not go anywhere else because of the tight restraints he had placed on her. She could only stare at the beautifully decorated ceiling in a daze.

"Dye —"

After a while, his voice suddenly came out of the silent room. It scared her so much that she thought he had fallen asleep.

She turned her head slightly to look at him. His head was pressed against her neck, and from her direction, she could just make out his thick eyelashes and his straight nose. Suddenly, her heart felt soft.

He seemed to be in a semi-conscious state. He tightened his grip on his arm and mumbled like a child.

"Move back to my place, will you?"

Moving back to him would at least be safer than being alone in the slum, or at least guarantee that things like this kidnapping wouldn't happen again. After all, he had made a lot of money in the underworld, and there were plenty of enemies.

She immediately froze there, unable to shift her bright eyes away from his face. His eyes were still closed and his expression was calm. It was hard to tell if he had fallen asleep or not.

Move back in with him? That luxurious and empty mansion that did not look like it? She subconsciously rejected that suggestion. She retracted her gaze and continued to stare at the ceiling above her as she said indifferently,

"No need, I'm already used to living in my small apartment!"

He was in charge of everything she did, and she suddenly felt that she was less and less able to understand this man.

He didn't say anything else and just hugged her as he slept quietly. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to stop herself from falling asleep.

The first day of their trip ended in this unhappy way.

The next day he took her straight to the racetrack. In front of the small town they had stopped was a blue sea, and behind it rose and fell mountains. The horse farm was located in the middle of the mountain, and it took up a very wide area.

Horsemanship allowed one to ride a horse slowly along the seaside, travel allowed to freely travel between the mountain forests, and silently stand on the mountainside to take a look, admiring the vast expanse of the purple kingdom.

In July, the lavender season was in full bloom. The purple color spread all over the mountains and stretched into the horizon. Compared to the clear blue sky in the distance, it gave people the illusion that they were floating in a dream.

Some people say that the scent of lavender is a kind of half-asleep state in life, light to the extreme, engraved in the heart.

The scent of lavender was neither as light as Jasmine's nor as bitter as the fragrance of nightshade. It was just so beautiful, acting on its own, not caring about the opinions of others.

People who like it will like it very much. People who do not like it will avoid it after smelling it once. This unique fragrance is always associated with more distant and deeper depression. A melancholy, but not a hidden bitterness. It was like the faint moonlight after autumn, like the yearning of thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers.

Mu Wenwen chose a red horse. It looked docile and generous, and she liked the feeling of comfort it gave her. It would not betray her, it would not abandon her.

She had always been a bold woman, and after a few moments of teasing, she jumped onto the horse's back without hesitation. White knight hat, valiant and valiant, she smiled at him and rode away.

He admitted that her radiant smile just now made him absent-minded for a moment. After that, the corners of his mouth curled up into a happy smile as he chased after her.

Mu Wenwen mounted on the horse and galloped towards the peak of the mountain. The feeling of running with the wind made her heart feel much more relaxed. It turned out that all she wanted was to be free and unrestrained.

The sound of galloping horses could be heard behind him. Not long after, he overtook her. He turned around and gave her a thumbs up. A hint of praise appeared in his dark eyes.

"Nice ride!"

She smiled and followed him with her horse's belly tucked tightly between her legs. By the time they reached the top of the hill, the red sun was slowly setting. The two of them rode side by side in the afterglow of the setting sun, beautiful and romantic.

She suddenly thought of the classical theme song she had heard when she was young:

"Let us be companions in the mortal world and live freely. We shall ride our horses and enjoy the prosperity of the world. We shall sing out the joy in our hearts for the wine and make full use of youth."

If he and she were lovers, how happy and romantic would the scene be? However, they were not. Therefore, such beautiful scenery could only be treated as reminiscing about each other in the future!

Perhaps she felt that it was inappropriate to think about such sad things under such a beautiful sunset. She simply closed her eyes lightly, raised her head, and emptied her mind into the brilliant purple of the mountains.

Gu Mo Cheng, dressed in a black robe and white jumpsuit, sat on the high horse's back as he turned his head to look at the girl beside him. Her eyes were closed quietly as her delicate face was plastered with a layer of gold under the setting sun.

He didn't know how to describe his current feeling. He only knew that this throbbing had never happened to any woman before, including Qin Ruo. It could be said that his heart had always been as tranquil as water, even when faced with the most beautiful and enchanting woman.

He wanted their bodies, he wanted to be useful to him, he had never wanted to walk into a woman's heart, and now that she was so quiet in front of him, he suddenly wanted to grab her.