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

Chapter 900 The Honest Girl Waiting for the Prodigal Son to Return (13)

Mu Zhou was too lazy to pay attention to Gu Fengmian's grievances, and only casually said:

"Go out and fight."

Don't break anything in the room.

She's renting a place, so if she damages the furniture, the landlord will definitely be unhappy and withhold her deposit.

Gu Fengyan moved closer to her, taking the bunch of tulips on the table further away, completely understanding her unspoken message:

"I know I won't break your things."

Mu Zhou's complexion improved slightly.

Gu Fengmian felt even more like he was having a heart attack.

What is this for?

Who are they showing their tacit understanding to here?

The anger in her chest was impossible to calm down, and Gu Fengmian glared at Gu Fengyan:

"Come out with me if you dare!"

Gu Fengyan had the same idea.

He gave Mu Zhou a few words of advice:

"Have some soufflé first, I'll talk to him, and I'll cook for you when I get back."

This action further enraged Gu Fengmian.

"Gu Fengyan, get out here right now!"

This hypocrite is a master of feigning innocence and hypocrisy! No wonder Mu Zhou was fooled by him.

*

The door was closed again, and Mu Zhou didn't care how they were "talking"; she simply ate a few bites of her soufflé.

Then he went to wander around the kitchen.

A little hungry.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Mu Zhou went to open the door, and Gu Fengyan returned.

There was a little blood at the corner of his mouth, and a bruise on his cheek.

It wasn't particularly obvious, but it clashed with his temperament, creating a strong contrast.

Like a cold, aloof immortal who has been dragged down from his pedestal to the mortal world, he now possesses a touch of earthly humanity.

Meeting Mu Zhou's gaze, he casually tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"Are you hungry? I'll go cook."

After saying that, he took off his watch, rolled up his sleeves, and went to the kitchen as if he knew the way well.

Mu Zhou's room wasn't big; he turned around and saw his back in the kitchen.

She sighed and went to the TV cabinet to find iodine swabs and band-aids.

Are there any other injuries?

She walked up to him, looked up at him, and there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

After Gu Fengyan noticed this, his tense muscles relaxed a little.

He bent down slightly:

"It's only on your face, if you don't mind, then it's fine."

Mu Zhou opened the iodine swab and used it to wipe and apply the ointment to the wound on the corner of his mouth, then applied a band-aid to the bruises on his cheek.

Gu Fengyan stared at her, a surge of emotion welling up in his eyes.

Just as she was about to leave, he precisely captured her lips, and pressed his hand against the back of her neck, exploring deeply.

The kiss left her breathless and almost unable to stand.

Until the knocking sounded again.

Mu Zhou pushed him away abruptly, panting as she wiped her lips.

A trace of the bitter taste of iodine lingered between his lips and teeth as Mu Zhou gave him a reproachful sidelong glance.

When she tried to open the door, Gu Fengyan lost his composure.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind:

"Please don't open the door."

He was afraid that Mu Zhou would feel heartbroken if he saw Gu Fengmian like that.

It took her a long time to start wavering in her feelings for him.

Gu Fengyan lowered his eyes in annoyance. He shouldn't have fought back.

If his injuries were more severe, Mu Zhou might find it even harder to be cruel to him.

Mu Zhou felt the strength in his arms and struggled slightly:

“You’ve made things clear with him, but my issues with him still need to be resolved completely.”

Gu Fengyan paused, concealing his resentment, and slowly released his hand.

"Then you should explain to him that I will continue to cook for you, and make the hometown dishes you like."

He specially learned how to cook Mu Zhou's hometown dishes.

Gu Fengyan smiled magnanimously, continuing to portray himself as a virtuous and kind person.

Mu Zhou couldn't help but laugh and turned to open the door.

Outside the door, Gu Fengmian looked extremely disheveled.

His face was covered in abrasions and bruises, and his clothes were torn and disheveled, but perhaps because he was used to being flamboyant, his current disheveled appearance resembled some kind of battle-worn makeup.

His eyes were red, and he stared straight at Mu Zhou without saying a word.

Her rosy lips and misty eyes made it clear to anyone with eyes that something had just happened.

For the first time, Gu Fengmian felt that Mu Zhou was truly ruthless.

She didn't care at all what he would think if he saw her; she just openly and honestly met him.

The two of them were in a stalemate.

In the end, Mu Zhou sighed:

"Alright, Gu Fengmian, that's enough."

Gu Fengmian felt a lump in her throat and gritted her teeth to resist the sob that was about to rise up.

"What do you mean by 'just let it go'?"

"You like him like that? I have the same face as him, what's wrong with me?"

Gu Fengmian was unwilling to accept this.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the heartache that he found unbearable.

Mu Zhou looked up at him seriously, her voice calm:

"Gu Fengmian, actually, I am a person who is very starved for love. I thought that if I gave everything, I could get love."

"But unfortunately, I didn't get it."

The more flat and emotionless her tone was, the more suffocated Gu Fengmian's heart felt.

He was unable to give her that intense and passionate love.

He even tried to hide and avoid it when he realized he wanted to give back.

He was too selfish.

Some sounds came from inside the house; it was Gu Fengyan cooking.

Mu Zhou tilted his head slightly, his expression softening for a moment:

"Gu Fengyan... He was the first person to express his love for me, clearly and without any concealment."

She looked at Gu Fengmian again and told him seriously:

"I really need this love."

*

After Gu Fengmian left, it wasn't until almost ten o'clock that Mu Zhou chased Gu Fengyan away.

"Go back quickly and get some rest."

There are bloodshot veins under their eyes.

He must have been working very hard to be able to come back in time.

Although Mu Zhou didn't show much concern, Gu Fengyan could still sense her heartache from the way she looked at him.

Before leaving, he put his arm around Mu Zhou's waist and leaned down to gently press his forehead against hers.

"Am I able to obtain legal status?"

The scalding heat made her eyelashes tremble.

"Then let's start by being boyfriends."

Gu Fengyan paused, then kissed him in the next instant.

He restrained himself, kissing her tenderly and meticulously, making Mu Zhou unable to resist clinging to him, becoming increasingly dependent on his chest.

As she gradually relaxed, his forceful approach deepened. Mu Zhou retreated slightly, only to be pinned against the door...

When Gu Fengyan came downstairs, he looked relaxed, and even had a rare smile on his face.

Then, he saw Gu Fengmian crouching beside his car.

Two identical faces, yet their expressions were worlds apart.

Gu Fengmian stared at the band-aid on his face, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

It must have been Mu Zhou who put it on for him.

What is he showing off?

Nausea.

Gu Fengyan curled his lips slightly:

"What, are you afraid I'll spend the night here?"

Gu Fengmian instantly thought of the night he rushed back from Norway on his birthday.

At that time, Mu Zhou was upstairs in Gu Fengyan's bedroom.

Then he thought of the piece of cloth that had fallen on the stairs.

And the red marks on Gu Fengyan's neck.

Hatred and jealousy surged forth, and Gu Fengmian clenched her fists tightly, unable to resist striking again.

*

When Mu Zhou went to the hospital for a check-up, he saw Gu Fengyan with several more wounds on his face.