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Describing Mu Huainan with the words cunning fox was already praising him … This fellow was simply a hornet's nest. His entire body was filled with schemes …

As the saying goes, there will always be a second time, and furthermore, I still owe Mu Huainan this favor nine times. Once I make the transaction with him to repay his debts, I am very afraid that this method will continue to develop and become unstoppable. It would be a great loss if I ended up accompanying him.

His hands were cold again, and he moved them back and forth in my hair, and the wind in the bellows was hot, and my face was hot.

"When is the winter vacation?"

Mu Huainan's voice was a little smooth, different from his usual self.

"A few more months."

"Do you want to go out to play during the winter vacation?"

My eyes lit up, and I blurted out my thoughts, but when I thought about it, I had so much behind me that I didn't even have the leisure to travel. He could only take a deep breath and shake his head. "I don't want to go anymore. It's almost my third year. I have to study at home."

He gave a soft "En" and the sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly. He brought a comb from the bathroom and began to comb my hair.

I didn't dare say anything. After all, I couldn't quite accept the tender version of Mu Huainan, his gentleness was even more terrifying than his coldness. It was still the same oppressive feeling that I always gave others, like a dense net that couldn't be avoided.

I was still afraid of him, but I learned not to run, and I convinced myself to accept it calmly. From the looks of it, he didn't seem to be that afraid anymore.

The top of my head was hot and itchy, and I couldn't help but look up at him, meeting the depth of his eyes with a ripple of amusement.

My ears were red, and I stood there motionless, my palms sweaty, my whole body sticky and hot.

Mu Huainan suddenly bent down and kissed me again. The kiss came neither hard nor strong, and it didn't even surprise me, because I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was longing for me in the middle of the night.

I owe him that much.

This time Mu Huainan only kissed my lips simply, not going any deeper, not provoking me. However, it was not gentle at all. There was even a trace of oppressive pain.

I frowned and closed my eyes, not daring to make a sound despite the pain. I think he blamed me right now, because he must have suffered a lot from the memory that I had lost. That's why he couldn't help but torture me with his kiss.

I was in his arms, his hands were cold, but his body had a warm moisture to it, a little sticky, clinging to me, a little uncomfortable, feeling like he was taking a white bath. I pressed close to him, my face turned up, and silently accepted the kiss I was destined to receive.

I knew that this was not the last kiss, but the beginning of my inability to get along with him.

It was also a sign that I had jumped further into the trap he had set for me, and I didn't know if I would be able to escape.

This kiss lasted for a long time, and only when I felt my lips dry and sore, did Mu Huainan let me go.

I looked at his dark eyes and suddenly lowered my head.

I suddenly understood why Mu Huainan was so thirsty just now. That feeling was really strange, it was when you raised your head to look at him, the look in his eyes, the smell on his body, and that ambiguous feeling floating in the air, forming a strange image in your mind.

But I was too embarrassed to say it, so I just swallowed.

Mu Huainan reached out and turned off the light in the room. After a few seconds of hesitation, I took off my shoes and got into bed. It was so hot, but I covered my face tightly.

In less than a minute, I felt the bed behind me collapse, and I was surrounded by a thick wave of male hormones. He reached over and put his arms around my waist, burying his head in my ear.

I didn't move.

He suddenly called to me, his voice hoarse and still.

My throat was so dry that I couldn't speak.

"Turn around."

Then I turned with the strength of his arm, and he was so tall that he blotted out the light coming from behind the curtains. It was so dark I could only see him.

After the bath, he still smelled of alcohol, and I had a vague feeling that he must have drunk too much to wake up. If I could wake him up with a baby model with a large baby face, I would relax.

As I thought about it, I felt strangely uncomfortable.

It was hard to say why it felt awkward.

Mu Huainan's breath blew across my face, it was warm and warm, blowing my hair on my face. The itch was so strong that I lifted my hand to scratch it. He held it in one hand and stuffed it into the quilt. He stretched out his other hand and used his fingertips to brush my hair away from my face. He tied it behind my head and then touched my face with his fingertips.

Perhaps it was because my face was too hot that I felt that his fingers were so cold.

"An'an." He called me again, vaguely, as if he were talking in his sleep.

I replied softly, but he didn't speak again.

I buried myself in his chest and found myself even smaller than I'd imagined. With him, I was just a pet he could bully, pitiful and helpless.

Before I drifted off into a dream, a phrase came to mind, like a sentence from a novel, that said, "He held her close, as if he still loved her, as if he held him and all her youth."

Mu Huainan hugged me. The only thing I'm sure of is that he didn't love me.

That was why he had imprisoned me in such a way, embarrassing me, making me unable to face myself again.

I fell asleep in his shadow. In my dream, there was a huge monster that kept chasing after me, I was exhausted from running and had sweat running down my back. Just when I thought that I was about to die, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw Mu Huainan in front of me.

He had just sat up and was looking back at me with a pained look in his eyes. He reached out and ruffled my hair.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, my entire body feeling sore and sore. When I had stretched halfway, Mu Huainan leaned over and hugged me, giving me a light kiss on my head before I got up and changed my clothes.

He took off his robe, revealing his well-built chest, and for a moment I was lost in thought. I looked down and saw his narrow waist, the faint muscles of his belly, and.

Mu Huainan's hand that was still clothed itself stopped moving. He lowered his eyes and met my gaze.

My face immediately flushed red. I quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed my clothes from the sofa, and jumped into the bathroom.

I gasped for breath. Even though I had only run a few steps, I felt more tired than if I had run eight hundred meters.

Recalling the look in Mu Huainan's eyes just now, I felt even more ashamed.

He hurriedly took off his pajamas, only to discover that he was too anxious to bring his underwear in.

I was just about to put on my pajamas again and go out to get it when I heard a knock at the bathroom door.

"What?" I was on full alert, despite the fact that I was wearing clothes, but I still subconsciously crossed my arms over my chest.

"Open the door, it's your underwear."

Mu Huainan, that guy, didn't care about what he said. After all, that was the most private thing a girl had, even though I was blushing and complaining to myself, I still opened the door a little.

Mu Huainan reached his hands in, and on his long fingers hung a pink colored girl's underwear. I snatched it away and quickly closed the door.

His voice came from the door again.

"What size are you wearing?"

I didn't answer, but leaned against the door and heated up again.

"Your label is blurred. It's old. I'll take you to buy some new ones later."

I did wear this for a long time, it was always bought and sent to me by my mother. Ever since I returned back home, I found it embarrassing to buy it myself, so I didn't dare find Ai Meng to accompany me there, and even more so, didn't want my mother to accompany me there!

I dressed and walked out of the bathroom, my face still hot.

"No need, I'll buy it myself."

He didn't say anything. He walked to the door, put on his shoes, and looked back at me.

I just shake my head.

Mu Huainan laughed, and couldn't help but reach out to rub my hair. "Last night, you drank some wine, let's drink some porridge in the morning."

I nod, and he naturally takes me by the shoulders and walks out, from the hotel corridor to the front desk, and finally to the door, I can hear the soft discussion, and the endless stream of eyes. Without even thinking, one would know that. However, looking at Mu Huainan's face, they guessed that he was actually the famous man on TV. No matter how they discussed, no one dared to get close to them to strike up a conversation.

Maybe they shared the same feelings as me, so perhaps they all thought that Mu Huainan's brilliance was boundless, and it was difficult for them to control themselves from looking at him. But his body carried a cold intent and an unfathomable chilliness, which made one involuntarily stop in their tracks, and only dare to look from afar, as they quietly thought.

The morning in Disney was particularly quiet. There was a thin layer of fog in the air, removing the clamor of the crowd. The normally noisy and delightful cartoon characters stood there quietly, giving people a sense of desolation.

I guess my own heart is in pain, so whatever I look at, I feel a little depressed.

Mu Huainan brought me to eat chicken wire porridge, I heard that it was a very hot breakfast in the garden, the meat porridge was cooked until it was viscous and sweet, the chicken meat was savored and eaten in one mouthful, it was like drinking chicken soup, but it was thicker and heavier than the chicken soup.

After a few warm bites, my nerves, which had been tensed for the whole night, calmed down. The sweet warmth in my mouth and stomach made me squint and smile contentedly.

There's food and drink, I'm still that silly and happy Lu Weian.

"Do you want some meat buns or pancakes?"

I stopped smiling and looked towards Mu Huainan. There was still more than half of the porridge in his bowl that was about to go cold, but he still looked at me with a gentle and gentle expression as he asked me all sorts of questions.

I shook my head. Eating congee is sufficient. With him nagging, I would no longer be able to eat the congee peacefully.

"When did you become so long-winded?"

Mu Huainan was startled, I immediately scooped up a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Why did you come here? Disney, you're like a different person. Is it because you revealed your fox tail, and purposely treated me so well in order to hide my ears and eyes, thinking of how you'll mess with me in the future!"

Mu Huainan swallowed the porridge in his mouth, his thin lips slightly opening: "I was afraid that you would run away after not returning the nine kisses I owed you, wouldn't I be at a loss then?"

I thought about it and felt that something was wrong.

"Bullshit, last night before you went to sleep, before you left this morning, you kissed me. That's two. So now, you still have seven left."

Mu Huainan slightly bent his brows.

"Sixth and sixth success, let me get a lucky number."

He leaned over and ate the chicken congee from my mouth.

His lips were always so cold.

After he finished kissing, he licked his lips and asked, "Can you get me a card? Get me an annual membership."

"Mu Huainan! You must be addicted to it! "