Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 895 The Honest Girl Waiting for the Prodigal Son to Return (8)

Gu Fengmian left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to pack his things, so he had someone book the fastest flight for him.

Ling Yu and the others couldn't stop them.

"Mian-ge, we've prepared a surprise birthday party for you tonight, where are you going?"

Gu Fengmian didn't bother to say a word to them. Ever since he decided to return to China, he couldn't listen to anything else and was only thinking about seeing Mu Zhou as soon as possible.

That silly girl must be crying all alone in his house right now.

He needs to get back quickly.

On the other side, in the villa.

Mu Zhou was carried back in a daze, completely unaware that something was wrong.

She draped her arms limply over the man's shoulders and nuzzled his neck affectionately, causing his muscles to tense instantly.

Rapid breathing echoed in my ears.

A strange feeling welled up in her heart, and Mu Zhou responded to him shyly.

Her initiative made Gu Fengyan's Adam's apple bob, and he breathed heavily as he hugged her even tighter.

But after the initial excitement, a crazy backlash soon followed.

Mu Zhou mistook him for Gu Fengmian, which is why she acted that way.

This realization nearly drove him mad.

His dark eyes were like the night before a storm, with unfathomable emotions hidden beneath.

The subtle, unsettling dangers are causing a sense of unease.

Mu Zhou parted her lips slightly, as if she wanted to call his name.

His heart clenched suddenly, and without thinking, he sealed her lips with his, swallowing the words she wanted to say.

He didn't want to hear another man's name from her at this time.

That would drive him crazy.

The undercurrent of desire in my heart spread even more rapidly.

His kisses were chaotic and forceful, entangling her tongue and giving her no chance to hide.

Then the kiss gradually moved downwards.

Mu Zhou trembled, her fingers curling slightly as she uncontrollably dug them into his hair.

He was almost unconscious and couldn't tell the passage of time.

When she woke up again, only a dim lamp was on in the room.

She was carried out of the bathroom.

The man carefully placed her back on the bed and tenderly kissed her lips again.

Her gentleness at this moment was completely different from her assertiveness just now.

Mu Zhou's body was so weak that she had no strength left. When she noticed the man leaning in, she obediently snuggled into his arms.

His deep voice rang in my ears:

"Would you like some water?"

Gu Fengyan remembers that her voice became a little hoarse later.

Mu Zhou was also feeling thirsty, so he hummed in response, then, remembering something, lazily added:

"Bring my things up too."

She has to go to work tomorrow, so she can't forget to set her phone alarm.

The man said "okay" softly and left the room.

Mu Zhou blinked, clearing her mind a bit. She stared at the floor lamp in front of her, feeling a strange unease.

But physical exhaustion and mental relaxation prevented her from thinking too much.

The door reopened quickly.

The man was holding a glass of water, and also carrying her bag and clothes.

Before Mu Zhou could get up, the man half-lifted her up with one hand.

She leaned against his chest and drank half a glass of water.

My throat finally felt a bit better, and I felt much more alert as a result.

Realizing she was leaning against a man's bare chest, she belatedly felt a little embarrassed and clutched the thin blanket in front of her chest, not daring to let go.

Her body stiffened slightly, and even her exposed shoulders instantly turned a blush, but she still let herself lean against him.

A glimpse of a corner of the room brought back that strange feeling.

A bookcase with a vintage style was placed diagonally opposite the bed, and the bookshelves were piled high with books.

Mu Zhou had been to Gu Fengmian's bedroom once, but couldn't quite remember what was in it.

But she remembers that the bedroom's decor, like him, was lavish, unique, and extravagant.

Most importantly, there was no bookshelf in his bedroom.

He's not a book lover.

A chill ran through Mu Zhou, and he almost instantly stopped breathing.

And the floor lamp by the bed.

Such a business-like and conventional style was completely out of Gu Fengmian's taste.

It's more like...

A terrifying thought crossed Mu Zhou's mind, and his back tensed instantly.

No, no, no.

She turned her head stiffly and looked down at the bedside table.

There was a black watch there.

Not that cold, silvery piece.

Perhaps it was instinct, but Mu Zhou chose to bury his head in the sand like an ostrich, unwilling to think about it anymore.

She comforted herself, saying that it had been a while since she had come, and given Gu Fengmian's personality, it was normal for him to be fickle; perhaps he had changed the decorating style.

Just as Mu Zhou was about to close his eyes and lie down, the man behind him suddenly moved.

He turned to the side and opened the bedside table drawer, taking something out with his long, dry hand.

Then, he slowly opened his palm in front of Mu Zhou.

Inside was that familiar wristwatch.

It was the one she had seen on Gu Fengyan's wrist before.

Cold.

A silver wristwatch.

"Looking for this?"

The low, husky voice, with its distinct texture, slowly entered Mu Zhou's ears.

It was like the whisper of a demon.

Her heart stopped abruptly, then raced.

The whole world seemed to quiet down.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was trembling uncontrollably, which Gu Fengyan could naturally notice.

He was also feeling unwell, his heart aching in waves.

But he didn't want to just let it slide.

Things have happened.

He had to force her to face it.

Gu Fengyan clenched his fists, then grasped Mu Zhou's shoulders, forcing her to face him directly.

"Mu Zhou, recognize who I am."

Her slender eyes stared at Mu Zhou with a calm yet complex expression.

Ke Muzhou had seen him last night when he was consumed by passion and lust, and he was in a frenzy.

She clenched her teeth slightly, and the next moment, she slapped him with all her might.

After she finished, her hands were so weak that they trembled slightly.

Gu Fengyan's ears were ringing from the beating.

The burning pain made him even more alert and excited.

A fleeting, ambiguous glint crossed his eyes.

He slowly turned his head and gently yet forcefully grasped her still trembling hand.

"Did it hurt?"

The overly gentle voice gave Mu Zhou a chilling feeling.

She couldn't pull her hand away even if she wanted to, and could only let him gently knead it.

A layer of mist instantly welled up in her eyes; she felt wronged and ashamed.

"Gu Fengyan, you're a bastard!"

"Yeah, I'm an asshole."

He admitted it readily, even his tone was calm and composed.

He looked up at Mu Zhou, his restrained gaze subtly shifting.

His marks were visible on her bare shoulders and back.

She was his.

Gu Fengyan narrowed his eyes, and when he looked at Mu Zhou again, his gaze became more forceful and cruel.

He couldn't make it back to celebrate your birthday with you.

It was already 1:30 a.m.

Mu Zhou also snapped out of her embarrassment and realized that Gu Fengmian had not returned.

Her nose tingled slightly, and her feelings were a jumbled mess of emotions.

Just then, they heard the sound of a car approaching from outside.

Gu Fengyan opened the monitoring app on his phone.

The red sports car stopped in the yard, and Gu Fengmian, wearing an overly brightly colored coat, hurriedly got out of the car.