Mu Zi fearfully followed Murong Cheng to the hotel room.

He didn't meet a single person along the way, only Murong Cheng and his followers were by his side.

Although she breathed a sigh of relief, she was even more certain in her heart: Murong Cheng was someone she couldn't afford to provoke.

It's one thing to be sane, but quite another to be pissed off.

While taking a bath, Murong Cheng's tall figure leaned against the door of the bathroom, showing no intention of leaving.

Mu Zi was furious and cursed: "Rogue! Get out!"

"The bathtub is very slippery, I'm afraid you will fall." He replied with a smile in his eyes.

Mu Zi took the disheveled hair and showered him with water.

He went out laughing.

The frosted glass door of the bathroom was slammed shut by Mu Zi, making a "bang".

Murong Cheng heard her scolding inside: "Pervert!"

Mu Zi scolded him many times, but every time he regarded it as flirting, as...some kind of kindness.

Murong Cheng happily enjoyed it.

Mu Zi came out of the shower, wearing a milky white silk bathrobe, the clothes were a little too big, the hem was empty, and the soft curves were faintly revealed, Murong Cheng's eyes were a little straight...

In fact, his appearance has a bit of the idiot temperament that Wang Zhan said, but his appearance is so high that even if he shows obsession, it will only make people feel affectionate, focused and handsome.

Mu Zili ignored him, took a dry towel, and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his hair.

The skin that has been soaked in water is moist and delicate, revealing a charming pink color, which contrasts with the slightly damp black hair, making it look as clean and charming as an ink painting.

Murong couldn't take it anymore, so he pressed her on the bed and kissed her hard.

Muzi struggled to no avail, and her strength was not as good as his, so she could only cry loudly: "Your words don't count! You said you wouldn't touch me!"

"I didn't touch you." Murong Cheng's tone was quite aggrieved.

Presumably what he thinks of "touch" is slightly different from Mu Zi's understanding of "touch"...

...

Wang Zhan stood outside the door of the room, when he heard the girl inside shouting and cursing, and the girl crying again, he was terrified.

After going in later, does he have to collect the girl's body?

She is the first one who dares to scold Master Rong! ...She was also the first one who dared to hit Master Rong.

Wang Zhan didn't miss the crisp slap on the car.

At that time, he almost thought that Murong Cheng would kill him with one shot! But not long after, he heard Murong Cheng laughing lowly from behind.

It's weird...

Could it be that Master Rong never touches women because he likes such strong women?

As expected of Master Rong, the taste is so unique and exciting.

The door opened suddenly, Wang Zhan was startled, he quickly picked up the clothes in his hand, "Master, the clothes you want!"

Murong Cheng ordered: "Go and get a nail clipper, and some anti-inflammatory medicine for external application."

ha?

"...Nail scissors?" Wang Zhan couldn't react, what kind of fun was this?

"Her nails were broken and bleeding." Murong Cheng's expression was a little irritated, and he simply said, "Forget it, just bring the medicine box over here."

"Master, your face..." Wang Zhan reminded cautiously.

The slap on the car left a light bloodstain on Murong Cheng's face, like a cat scratching.

Shouldn't I deal with this noble and handsome face first, and then think about cutting nails?

"Hurry up." Murong Cheng dropped two words, and closed the door flatly.

Wang Zhan: "..."

After a few seconds in a daze, he heard curses coming from the room again——

"I want to change clothes, you go out!"

"I'll change it for you."

"Shameless!...don't touch me!"

Wang Zhan's heart trembled again.

This woman is unusual...

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