usatvline Chapter 799 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (24)
Chapter 799 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (24)
Faced with Mu Zhou's attempt to persuade him to stay, Fu Ci's chest heaved, and his eyes were so dark that they were unreadable.
He knew perfectly well that she was just drunk.
But when he met her almond-shaped eyes, so pure and without a trace of impurity, he still shamefully felt a little tempted.
Mu Zhou lifted her eyelids and looked at him hovering above her, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Finally, his voice became hoarse:
"Okay, I won't leave."
Mu Zhou was relieved.
He lay down on his side, and she leaned in beside him.
Seeing that she took the initiative, Fu Ci simply put one hand on her waist and pulled her directly into his arms.
He seemed to sigh from the bottom of his heart:
"Go to sleep, none of your fears will happen."
Mu Zhou closed his eyes, and a tear quietly rolled down his cheek.
She buried her face in Fu Ci's chest, her voice muffled:
"Really? You're truly committed to me and won't be taken away?"
"Really, I won't let anyone take me away."
Mu Zhou seemed to believe him, but quickly asked nervously:
"But Lin Xi has already seen you today, she definitely won't let this go. You don't know because you haven't met her, but she's very good at charming people. People who don't like her at first will end up liking her."
She thought of Shen Yan again.
"Even if you don't like her, if she really intends to take you away, she will try every means to do so. What if, like Shen Yan did back then, she takes advantage of you when you're drunk and misleads you into thinking she's me?"
Thinking of this possibility, Mu Zhou couldn't help but cry again.
"Even if you are innocent, I still won't be able to be with you then..."
Tears soaked Fu Ci's shirt.
As if carrying some kind of irritating substance, Fu Ci felt waves of pain on his skin that had been stained with tears.
Mu Zhou's uncertainty and panic were like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his throat.
What could she have gone through to become so frightened, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow?
The pain spread along the veins in my blood vessels.
Fu Ci pressed his lips tightly together, enduring the excruciating, tearing pain.
He closed his eyes briefly, gently patting Mu Zhou's back, patiently answering her fears:
"Don't be afraid. I won't let her have another chance to hurt you. She, they, none of them can hurt you again, and I won't be taken away from you either."
Mu Zhou sobbed softly, gradually stopping after a long time, but her shoulders still twitched from time to time.
Fu Ci saw it all, and the malice towards the Mu family between his brows was almost impossible to conceal.
He suppressed his emotions and continued to coax Mu Zhou.
Until she closed her eyes, her breathing gradually became even, and Fu Ci thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly spoke softly:
"Fu Ci, it's okay if you really fall in love with Lin Xi, I won't blame you."
"It's just bad luck; I don't deserve happiness."
The fleeting, mournful voice vanished in an instant, as if she had never uttered a sound.
But Fu Ci heard it clearly.
This "magnanimous" attitude of giving up made him grit his teeth in anger, yet he couldn't bear to actually get angry at her.
He could only lower his head and kiss the corner of her red eyes, his voice seductive:
"Your fate is neither theirs nor yours to decide; you have to listen to me."
He bit her earlobe, watching her flinch slightly, and lowered his voice:
I said, your life is the best in the world.
Mu Zhou didn't know if he heard it or not.
Fu Ci didn't mind; he tenderly pecked her cheek, then buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"I'll avenge you, okay? I'll make sure they never have a chance to hurt you again."
Mu Zhou was almost asleep; the alcohol was numbing her brain, and she had cried several more times, unable to process what was happening.
She responded blankly:
"……it is good."
Then he fell into a deep sleep.
Fu Ci raised his head and gazed at her silently, his eyes shifting.
Those who hurt her and made her sad and fearful should never have appeared in front of her in the first place.
He came to the rescue of her heart that she couldn't bring herself to do.
After waiting for a while, Fu Ci sat up and gently took off her coat.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out firmly and took off the last layer of his dress.
The contrast between her large palms and slender shoulders was striking; Fu Ci didn't even dare to apply pressure with his fingertips.
Her porcelain-white, delicate skin looked as if it could be damaged with the slightest carelessness.
Fu Ci stiffened his arms, lifted her back slightly, and untied the straps on her back.
The dress, no longer secure, slowly slid down.
The golden edge gradually shifted downwards...
Despite being such a petite person, Fu Ci was covered in sweat just from holding her and taking off her clothes.
Finally, he threw the dress on the ground.
He carried the person to the bathroom.
*
When Fu Ci came out of the bathroom, he was soaked.
After a layer of mist settled on his cold, handsome features, his nonchalant demeanor gained a captivating allure.
The shirt clung to his body, revealing some of the lines of his muscles.
Mu Zhou was wrapped in a bath towel, nestled obediently in his arms, her face not clearly visible.
Her hair was messy and slightly damp at her temples, and her cheeks were flushed.
It looked like it was being scalded by the heat, or perhaps it was due to something else.
After lying back down on the bed, I noticed that her bright, full pink lips were stained with red swelling.
There is a distinct tooth mark on the collarbone.
She parted her lips slightly, turned her body to the side, and slowly curled up into the blanket, revealing only her small face.
Fu Ci leaned closer, his body tense from the brief taste he had just had but hadn't quite gotten his fill.
His hand brushed against her face, the soft touch sending waves of emotion through him, and his heart pounded faster and faster.
He was about to bend down and kiss her.
Perhaps the damp smell was too strong, Mu Zhou wrinkled his nose and hid under the blanket again.
Fu Ci's kiss missed, and he glanced down at his shirt, which was already soaked with sweat.
He smiled helplessly and pulled the blanket down a bit so she wouldn't have trouble breathing.
He tucked her in again before preparing to go back to the bathroom.
As he passed the small sofa, he casually picked up Mu Zhou's jacket from the floor.
A lipstick rolled off the line.
Shen Yan's words just now floated before my eyes.
He picked it up and squinted at the lipstick.
It's obvious that Shen Yan is trying to sow discord between them.
Although Mu Zhou's drunken ramblings were incoherent, he could roughly understand them.
She did indeed date Shen Yan.
Moreover, they met recently.
Keep it from him.
Fu Ci's eyes changed slightly as he gripped the lipstick in his palm.
Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to question Mu Zhou.
That will only push people further away.
Fu Ci curled his lips coldly, glanced at the lipstick one last time, and then carelessly threw it into the trash can.
*
When Mu Zhou woke up, his head was still spinning.
"You're awake? I've called in sick for you at work. Are you hungry? Are you feeling unwell?"
In a daze, I heard Fu Ci's voice.
She slowly turned her head, blinking her eyes.
"morning."
Their bewildered look makes you want to try them out.
Fu Ci nuzzled her cheek, a smile playing on his lips:
"morning."
He repeated what he had just said.
Mu Zhou shook his head:
"I don't feel unwell, but I'm a little hungry."
"Then go wash up, Auntie has already made breakfast."
He scooped Mu Zhou up in one swift motion.
It was only then that Mu Zhou realized this was Fu Ci's house.
Although she had visited before, she had never stayed overnight.
She then looked at the unfamiliar pajamas she was wearing.
and so……
She stiffened, unwilling to think further.