roccoschili Chapter 597 The heartthrob who lost his halo in a dating simulation (6)
Chapter 597 The heartthrob who lost his halo in a dating simulation (6)
Mu Zhou kept his eyes tightly closed, his face was pale, and his furrowed brows gave him a sickly appearance.
She just lay there motionless.
Shen suddenly felt a pang of panic.
He turned over and leaned closer, trembling as he reached out to touch her breath.
"What happened to her?!"
Shen Fang's assistant quickly said:
"It's nothing, Mu Zhou was just a little exhausted and fainted."
"He passed out and he's alright?"
Shen Fang glared at the person who spoke.
The assistant touched his nose, looking puzzled.
This big boss doesn't like Mu Zhou, so he's making such a big fuss just to get revenge on her.
Why are you suddenly concerned about her?
strangeness.
Medical staff from the scenic area also rushed over to examine him, and Mu Zhou slowly woke up.
When asked by staff whether he should go to the hospital, Mu Zhou shook his head:
"No need, I'm fine, I was just startled."
She was soaking wet, looking pitiful and helpless, wrapped in a bath towel handed to her by someone.
"Then what happens next..."
After the director finished speaking, he looked at Shen Fang with some difficulty.
As per Shen Fang's request, the next step is to go to an escape room.
But judging from Mu Zhou's current weak state, he'll probably faint again if he goes through anything else.
But Shen Fang wasn't the type to show tenderness or compassion to women.
Especially since the other party is Mu Zhou.
Shen Fang lowered his long, narrow eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Mu Zhou noticed the director's predicament and took the initiative to say:
"I'm fine, the rest of the itinerary doesn't need to be changed because of me, but could I change my clothes first?"
The director looked at Shen Fang again.
Shen Fang's chest was still heaving violently. He had already stood up, grabbed a towel to dry his hair, and didn't even look at Mu Zhou.
"We'll be leaving in five minutes, don't waste time."
The director felt sorry for the young girl, Mu Zhou, because of the harsh tone of her voice.
Five minutes is simply not enough to go to the store and the sales point and back, so I could only buy a nearly transparent sun protection cover-up from the stalls next door.
But what's the use of a thin cardigan in this kind of weather? It's cold and you can't wear it alone.
No one knows how Mu Zhou offended this powerful figure.
Mu Zhou glanced at Shen Fang, her lips twitched slightly, and then she struggled to her feet, walking unsteadily toward the nearby lounge.
She didn't buy a sun-protective cover-up, nor did she go to the scenic area's rest area; instead, she went directly to a nearby village.
Many ethnic minorities live here, and they sell handmade items in front of their homes.
She went to a family's stall and picked out a set of ethnic clothing.
Fortunately, the family owned a guesthouse, and Mu Zhou, who was soaking wet, decided to book a room for an hour to change his clothes.
There was only one minute left in the five-minute time limit, but Mu Zhou didn't care at all.
Since she's going to be heavily edited anyway, it doesn't matter if she gets edited a little more.
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Mu Zhou went up to the second floor and pushed open an antique wooden door.
The house was much better than she had imagined; it was not only clean and tidy but also had a strong ethnic flavor.
The clothing of ethnic minorities is quite elaborate, with black fabric as the base color and brightly colored embroidery.
The top is a bit short, and the skirt is a long batik pleated skirt.
Mu Zhou did a quick look, but still couldn't quite figure out how to wear it.
She simply took off her coat first, and then, with her back to the door, unzipped the back of her strapless dress.
As the zipper was pulled open, the skirt fabric obediently parted, revealing porcelain-white skin on her back.
First, her sexy and perfectly shaped shoulder blades are exposed in large areas, followed by two sexy and cute dimples on her waist.
Then the scenery abruptly ended.
Mu Zhou kicked off her high heels and was about to take off her strapless dress when a sudden soft sound came from behind her.
Without giving it much thought, she casually glanced back.
This startled her so much that her pupils trembled.
A tall man entered the room at some point.
Realizing that her back was exposed, Mu Zhou suddenly turned around to face him.
She used one hand to pull her skirt down to cover her chest and prevent it from slipping down, while groping with the other hand to reach for her phone.
She looked at the man in front of her warily:
"Who are you? This is my room, get out of here!"
The man bent one arm, draped over his black suit jacket, and remained unmoved by Mu Zhou's words.
Seeing this, Mu Zhou had no choice but to say:
"You've entered the wrong room. I understand that the room signs aren't very clear. If you leave now, I won't pursue the matter further. Otherwise, I'll have to call for help."
But a fleeting look of guilt crossed his face.
She noticed this as soon as she came up; the rooms were far apart, giving it the feel of a small wooden cabin in a bamboo forest in the mountains. In addition, since it was not the peak tourist season, the entire second floor was probably uninhabited.
Her shouting seemed to have no effect.
Mu Zhou finally got her phone, but the man in front of her suddenly walked towards her.
Mu Zhou screamed in fright, and her phone fell to the ground.
She didn't have time to pick up her phone, silently took a step back, and warned:
"You look quite young and good-looking. Don't do anything illegal or criminal. Think it through, you'll regret it."
The man was dressed all in black; the black shirt was made of high-quality fabric, outlining his straight profile, and his long legs were encased in trousers.
His facial features were smooth and austere, with a high nose bridge and thin, tightly pursed lips.
He had a cold and aloof demeanor, as if he wanted to keep strangers away.
He stared at the clearly frightened woman in front of him and strode towards her.
Step by step, an invisible pressure surged in, and Mu Zhou's heart beat faster and faster.
She clutched her chest, forced to retreat continuously.
His tall figure almost completely enveloped her.
The man's gaze fell openly on her bare shoulders.
There were several scratches on his shoulder, leaving obvious red marks.
Those messy red marks on the fair skin seemed to stimulate one's sadistic desires.
His gaze moved down and landed on that slender waist that could be grasped in one hand.
Such a bold and direct gaze, yet without a trace of lewdness or provocation.
He remained indifferent.
Aloof and dignified.
After scanning Mu Zhou up and down, the man finally spoke:
"You came to my room specifically to take off your clothes. Who sent you to seduce me?"
Despite its calm tone, the deep, husky, and magnetic voice sent a chill down one's spine.
Mu Zhou met his gaze uneasily, and after a moment, she realized the meaning behind his words. Her eyes reddened, and she said angrily and embarrassedly:
"What do you mean? This is a newly booked room for me. Are you trying to turn the tables on me?"
The man was already very close.
Mu Zhou then noticed a faint scent of wine on him.
Next to it is a large patterned mirror.
Somewhat blurry, yet their figures almost overlapped.
The man was tall and dressed entirely in black, with his shirt buttoned up to the top.
His face practically screamed "abstinence."
The woman was wearing a red strapless dress, which she had already taken off most of, revealing her perfectly shaped shoulders and neck and her beautiful curves.
Despite her disheveled appearance, her radiant beauty was undeniable.
She leaned back slightly against the wall, looking up at the man.
The atmosphere seemed tense, yet strangely harmonious.