0p0 Chapter 812 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (37)
Chapter 812 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (37)
The bathroom door slowly opened a crack.
Hearing the noise, Mu Zhou handed the clothes to the door.
A large, well-defined hand reached out.
The long, strong fingers, once wet, inexplicably exuded a sensual tension.
Mu Zhou's gaze lingered on his hand for a second.
The next instant, a large hand reached out towards her.
As he grabbed her clothes, his wet palms also gripped her wrists.
"You, ah..."
The door suddenly opened, and Mu Zhou was pulled inside by that hand.
A damp, warm mist rushed towards me.
She only realized she had been cornered after she stood still.
The house was tiny, and even the bathroom was pitifully small; it was already extremely crowded for just two people.
Mu Zhou's back was pressed against the cold wall, causing her to tremble instinctively.
She instinctively straightened her back, trying to dodge.
But in doing so, she ended up pressed against Fu Ci's chest.
Caught in a dilemma, she placed her hands on his chest, feeling both embarrassed and angry.
"what are you doing!"
Fu Ci pressed down on her forcefully, gripping her waist with one hand.
The scent of the shower gel immediately captivated her sense of smell.
But that can't stop the visual impact.
Even though the two had been intimate the night before, this blatant visual feast still made her blush.
Water droplets slid down the clearly defined lines of his lean, muscular body.
Little by little, they gathered together.
Mu Zhou blushed and dared not look around.
Fu Ci raised his hand and grasped her slightly damp hair, his fingers gently gathering the ends of her hair.
He played with it for a moment, then lifted it to his nose and sniffed it lightly, before speaking in a low, husky voice:
"Zhouzhou, don't you really know what I want to do?"
"you……"
Mu Zhou bit her lip, unable to bring herself to say it.
Fu Ci moved even closer.
His hair was already wet and lay obediently on his forehead.
Rarely seen with smooth fur.
He should have had a harmless appearance, but now, with his dark eyes, he suddenly looked extremely aggressive.
The cramped bathroom felt like the air was thin.
Heavy breathing, engorged arms.
As he drew closer, Mu Zhou's heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
Fu Ci's Adam's apple bobbed, and his deep gaze fell on her.
Under such an aggressive gaze, and in the heat emanating from his skin, Mu Zhou's legs almost went weak.
She was determined to escape.
Fu Ci was pushed back a step by her.
But the next second, he grabbed her wrist, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and with a little force pulled her into his arms, pinning her against the wall again.
Her consciousness spun, and by the time Mu Zhou reacted, her lips were already sealed.
The tingling sensation on her lips gradually began to sting, making her alternate between being awake and intoxicated.
The bathroom was a bit hot, and the steam made it hard for her to open her eyes.
In her weak resistance, her hand inevitably covered Fu Ci's body.
The barely perceptible touch made Fu Ci let out a hoarse groan.
That voice made Mu Zhou's body go weak.
Fu Ci grabbed her mischievous hand, his chest heaving violently, and his gaze turned somewhat fierce.
"Are you deliberately trying to seduce me?"
He was concerned that she had been emotionally unstable these past two days and hadn't had much rest, so he planned to take it slow.
But how could he tolerate her provoking him like this?
Fu Ci's aura instantly became forceful. He grabbed her hand, flipped her over, and leaned down to kiss her again...
He forcefully extended his tongue, taking over everything without giving any room for refusal.
Mu Zhou's last words were cut off in his throat.
Her wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and she had no choice but to lean on Fu Ci...
After a long while, Mu Zhou turned over and, trembling, leaned against the wall...
Her last memory was of Fu Ci picking her up.
Then came the sound of a hairdryer.
Amidst this white noise, Mu Zhou drifted off to sleep.
*
When Mu Zhou woke up the next day, he still didn't understand how things had turned out this way.
She deceived Fu Ci and used him to avenge herself.
Logically, he should have been furious and even sought revenge after learning the truth.
But everything turned out differently than she had imagined.
She clearly did something to betray him, so why is he still acting like this...?
Fu Ci woke up at some point.
He stared silently at the lost Mu Zhou, watching the changes and complexities in her expression, and finally, he pulled her into his arms from behind.
Mu Zhou's body trembled.
He sighed, his languid voice filled with helplessness:
Have you figured out how to make it up to me?
Mu Zhou lowered his eyes:
"I do not know."
Fu Ci found her hand and held it tightly.
The strong and warm hand brought some relief to her anxiety.
Fu Ci turned his head and nuzzled her hair:
"Stay by my side like this, Mu Zhou. You have to make it up to me for the rest of your life."
Her eyelashes trembled, as if she couldn't believe it.
"You, you mean..."
"Yes."
Fu Ci was unwilling to pressure her any further.
He wanted to accept her unease, her darkness, everything about her.
It's not wrong to be ruthless in seeking revenge.
This was the best she could do within her capabilities.
His girl was so outstanding that she could endure what ordinary people could not.
Over the years, how much pain she endured, how much resentment she felt, and how desperate she was to make these plans.
He was too heartbroken to continue blaming her.
but……
Fu Ci suddenly bit her earlobe.
"hiss……"
Mu Zhou hunched his shoulders and turned his head in confusion.
Fu Ci narrowed his eyes and threatened:
"You have good taste, choosing someone as kind as me."
If it were someone else...
Fu Ci didn't want to think about it, and couldn't help but hold that bright red earlobe in his mouth again.
Mu Zhou couldn't dodge, so she buried herself in his arms, looking obedient.
Fu Ci's heart softened, and he tightened his grip on her waist.
His eyes were dark and gloomy.
I feel a little resentful that I forgave her so easily.
He suddenly recalled the details of their past interactions:
"You used to be able to play the victim so easily when I saw through your lies, so why did you suddenly become so taciturn?"
Mu Zhou instantly recalled the performances he had used to trick him.
Her cheeks flushed, and she nuzzled against his neck.
The tip of his nose brushed against her skin, and a muffled sound came through:
"……I was wrong."
Fu Ci snorted.
"You were indeed wrong, and you need to make amends."
"Okay, I'll make it up to you in the future."
Mu Zhou reached out and hugged him back, her voice soft but firm as she agreed.
Fu Ci couldn't stop smiling.
My heart finally feels at peace.
The two embraced in silence, the atmosphere unusually warm.
Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table, Fu Ci noticed it was almost noon and suggested:
"It's been so long since I've had your seafood. I'll have some sent over for lunch."
Mu Zhou suddenly froze and remained silent.
Fu Ci held her tightly, so he could naturally sense it.
He lowered his eyes in confusion, about to ask her what was wrong, when something suddenly flashed through his mind.
A vein throbbed on his forehead; he couldn't believe it.
"you will not……"
Mu Zhou immediately hugged him tightly, and said guiltily:
"I'm sorry, I only know how to cook simple dishes, and I don't know how to handle seafood at all. That time, I had the chef from the five-star hotel prepare it..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she wished she could turn into a quail and hide away.
Fu Ci laughed angrily, gritting his teeth.
Ok.
He had felt sorry for her traveling so far to the seafood market just for this meal, and was smug about her thoughtfulness towards him.
It turns out, this was also part of a scam.
Ah.
Fu Ci's eyes darkened, and he narrowed them.