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

Chapter 688 The Child Bride's Delusional Dreams (26)

Lu Lin lowered his head and gently nibbled at Mu Zhou's shoulder.

They left bright red marks on her fair skin.

Even so, Lu Lin was still not satisfied.

He withdrew his large hand from the edge of the table, kneading and moving it upwards along Mu Zhou's thigh until it reached her slender waist.

With a little pressure, the fingers sank into the soft flesh.

The soft touch in his palm sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but squeeze harder.

This caused Mu Zhou to let out a series of broken groans.

His large hand slowly moved over her face, finally lifting her cheeks and turning her around to kiss her lips fiercely.

Seeing her eyes grow increasingly red and her breathing become disordered, he finally loosened his grip on her and instead pecked at her earlobe.

Mu Zhou was panting heavily, and her tongue was tingling. She glanced at the mirror in front of her, and the image reflected in it made her body feel even hotter.

Lu Lin was a little impatient tonight. As soon as he entered the room, he grabbed her waist and kissed her all the way into the bedroom.

At this moment, he finally began to dislike the dress that was in her way and started to focus on the bra strap on her shoulder.

Mu Zhou watched his movements through the mirror.

He hooked his finger and gently lifted it open, watching the thin strap slide down his shoulder.

Then, she couldn't help but go limp and had to lean against Lu Lin's chest.

Her clothes were half off, disheveled and shy, with large patches of fair skin dotted with red marks.

Lu Lin's eyes darkened at the sight.

With a sudden pull, he lifted Mu Zhou onto the dressing table, then leaned forward and continued kissing her lips, followed by her chin, her neck…

When she was trembling and almost couldn't take it anymore, Lu Lin finally couldn't help but carry her back.

*

The bedroom ceiling light was turned off, with only a floor lamp by the bed on.

The lights were dim, making the figures appear even more hazy and ambiguous.

At this moment, Lu Lin was lying on the bed, wearing only dress pants, and even his belt was nowhere to be found.

The shirt was already on Mu Zhou's body.

The length barely covers the buttocks, revealing a large portion of the long legs.

She half-squatted by the drawer, rummaged through it, then took a box back to the bedside and sat down sideways.

The shirt moved up again.

The moment Lu Lin's gaze swept over them, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he gasped heavily.

After calming down a bit, she looked at the box in Mu Zhou's hand.

Even though he hadn't done anything yet, Lu Lin felt like he couldn't breathe.

It felt like something was pounding and shouting inside his chest, making him feel so hot he was almost on the verge of collapse.

But Mu Zhou remained unhurried, as if deliberately enticing him.

Bad girl.

His dark eyes gleamed with intense desire as he stared intently at her.

Lu Lin doesn't have the muscular physique of some people; rather, he has a perfectly proportioned, slender build.

Mu Zhou has always loved it, so naturally he couldn't help but admire it at this moment.

There were several red scratches on his chest, and his body was slightly tense with clearly defined muscles.

Mu Zhou's gaze shifted upwards, meeting his aggressive, scarlet eyes, and his legs felt weak.

Mu Zhou lit the candle and set it aside.

The flickering candlelight made Mu Zhou's handsome face even more alluring.

The atmosphere was very well created.

She slowly approached Lu Lin, and as if casually, her breath brushed against his skin:

"I scratched you, let me put some medicine on it, okay?"

Lu Lin would never refuse.

The cool, minty ointment, when applied to his chest, sent a shiver through him, instantly tensing his muscles.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

Mu Zhou leaned closer and asked in a low voice:

"Does it hurt? Do you still want to... continue?"

Her eyes were bright, sparkling with tiny ripples, like a mischievous little fox.

But she looks incredibly innocent.

The contrast is striking: someone with an innocent and pure face committing evil deeds.

Lu Lin's throat went dry from her allure, and a fire ignited in his heart.

Mu Zhou, however, seemed oblivious, continuing to slowly and methodically apply the ointment to his mark.

Lu Lin closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

His chest heaved violently, and closing his eyes undoubtedly amplified his senses.

At this moment, Lu Lin was not susceptible to the slightest provocation.

But Mu Zhou, the instigator, had already had his fill of teasing after he had finished.

She threw the medicine box aside and went to wash her hands.

Lu Lin lowered his gaze, took a short breath, and calmed himself down.

His voice was calm and composed:

"Okay, then I'll carry you to wash up. Let go of me first."

Mu Zhou then realized that he had been trapped, so he quickly untied him, completely unaware of the impending danger.

She almost pressed her face against Lu Lin's.

A few moments later, Lu Lin, whose hands were freed, suddenly grabbed her waist and forcefully and domineeringly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

The almost frenzied dark red in his eyes made Mu Zhou's heart skip a beat.

Before she could speak, Lu Lin had already kissed her passionately.

He was ruthless, and Mu Zhou could barely breathe. His whole body felt like it was melting, so soft that he was completely at his mercy.

Her helpless struggles were all ruthlessly suppressed.

He tried to kick back, but his knee was held down, preventing him from moving.

A few moments later, Lu Lin had several more scratches on his back.

Perhaps he was too provoked today, because Lu Lin, unusually, did not let her off the hook because of her coquettish pleas.

In the latter half of the night, Mu Zhou was almost paralyzed on the bed, his eyes half-closed and vacant.

She was too lazy to even open her eyes when she was carried to wash up, and only fell into a deep sleep after being put back in bed.

*

Mu Zhou was woken up early in the morning and saw that Lu Lin had already gotten up and was standing by the bed getting dressed.

She squinted as she watched him button the buttons all the way up, not a single button showing.

Mu Zhou instantly thought of the marks on his shoulder.

That was her masterpiece.

Lu Lin neatly tied his tie, and when he turned around, he saw that Mu Zhou had already woken up.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, his voice still a little hoarse:

"Did I wake you up? Sorry, I have to go to work for a while. Okay, go back to sleep."

He has returned to his former image as a convincing gentleman.

Hypocritical.

Mu Zhou scoffed and turned her back to him.

Thinking of his recklessness last night, Lu Lin hugged Mu Zhou through the blanket:

"I'm sorry, it was all my fault last night. Please let me know what you want to do with me when I get back. Do whatever you want with me."

Mu Zhou didn't even open his eyes, and complained:

"You wish! I'm not going to reward you."

Her charming and adorable appearance made Lu Lin not even want to go to work.

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

I used to think the poet was exaggerating; how could someone with lofty ambitions be so easily swayed by beauty? But now he has proven me wrong.

He pinched Mu Zhou's chin, coaxing him to turn his face, and continued kissing him:

"There's still some time before we start work, so we..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhou hurriedly pushed against his chest:

"Lu Lin! Have you no shame...?"

The last syllable was swallowed up.