usatvline Chapter 806 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (32)
Chapter 806 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (32)
Caught off guard, Mu Zhou sat on the high place, his legs swinging slightly helplessly.
Fu Ci squeezed in front of her, and the two were very close.
His low, husky, languid voice carried a strong undertone of passion and desire.
"Let's not cook for now, how about we make something else?"
He seemed to be asking questions, but he had blocked every possibility for Mu Zhou to escape.
He held her waist and kissed her cheek with restraint and stoicism.
Then, the kisses began to spread and move downwards.
The restraint gradually dissipated.
Mu Zhou tensed up instantly. She slightly opened her lips, but Fu Ci suddenly covered them with his fingertip.
"Shh..."
His hoarse voice entered Mu Zhou's ears, and Mu Zhou couldn't help but tremble.
His rough fingertips gently rubbed against her soft lips, bringing waves of tingling sensation.
Mu Zhou bit her lip and looked up helplessly.
Fu Ci lowered his head, his nimble tongue slowly tracing and outlining.
She closed her eyes, her body involuntarily leaning back, supporting herself with one hand behind her.
The thin fabric of the top gradually became soaked.
At that moment, her mind went blank, and even her toes involuntarily tensed up.
Fu Ci's kiss gradually melted away her last shred of reason.
The bones also began to soften.
Fu Ci was clearly anxious, but his movements slowed down more and more.
His high, straight nose brushed against her delicate skin, and Mu Zhou shrank back, unable to resist touching the back of his head.
The flour on her fingers got into his hair, and she slowly squeezed it tightly.
The stinging pain on her scalp did not make Fu Ci stop in the slightest; instead, it made him tighten his grip on her waist.
Mu Zhou's lower back tensed, and he sobbed as if he were drowning, tears streaming down his face from the stimulation.
Fu Ci slightly raised his eyes, and a storm of aggression swept through his gaze as he looked at Mu Zhou.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked the glistening substance off his lower lip.
Every move she made was erotic.
Even though she didn't say anything, it made Mu Zhou's heart pound wildly.
Her body trembled slightly, as if she were being electrocuted.
Fu Ci straightened up and leaned down to kiss away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
Mu Zhou was already completely smitten, no longer caring about the flour on her hands, and leaned against him.
Then, he picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen.
……
Fu Ci has a slender build, which doesn't look particularly strong, but is very pleasing to the eye.
And those big hands.
I don't usually feel it when he holds my hand.
At this moment, Mu Zhou felt her fingers, with their distinct knuckles, digging into her and causing pain all over her body.
But he seemed to be doing it on purpose.
The pain wasn't unbearable.
But this kind of pulling, which is both painful and itchy, is always particularly agonizing.
Mu Zhou couldn't help but cry.
Until the very end, she was so drowsy that she almost fell asleep.
It was completely dark by then.
Fu Ci propped himself up on his side and, with a satisfied expression, planted a kiss on Mu Zhou's lips.
The indescribable excitement he felt at that moment kept him from calming down for a long time.
Mu Zhou shifted, and the blanket slipped down, revealing her shoulders.
There are still traces left by him after he lost control on it.
He kissed her tenderly again and again before finally covering her up again.
With Mu Zhou so exhausted right now, he naturally couldn't bear to let her get up and cook again.
The servants had all left work early, so he got up, put on a pair of pants, and prepared to go to the kitchen.
Just then, my assistant called.
The moment the phone rang, his brows furrowed sharply, and he quickly turned it off.
He looked at Mu Zhou on the bed and saw that she only stirred slightly before falling back into a deep sleep, which put his mind at ease.
study.
He dialed his assistant's number.
"Is something wrong?"
His languid voice revealed his pleasant mood at the moment.
After the assistant finished reporting all the matters concerning the Mu family in a proper manner, he suddenly hesitated for a moment.
“Mr. Fu, there’s one more thing, about Miss Mu…”
Fu Ci paused, flipping through the recipe book, but her tone remained relaxed:
"explain."
The assistant then spoke:
"The people who investigated Miss Mu before discovered some strange things. Miss Mu once hired a private investigator to investigate you..."
After a moment of stunned silence, Fu Ci's expression suddenly turned grim.
His tone was sharp and intimidating, almost like a threat.
"What did you say?"
The assistant gasped, carefully choosing his words:
"A few months ago, the information about your meeting with your cousin and his girlfriend was obtained by a private investigator and sold to Miss Mu. Also, the information about your public trip to the convention center was also provided to Miss Mu by a private investigator..."
The assistant's voice grew softer and softer.
Even though Fu Ci remained silent, he still felt an invisible pressure.
He knew that the things he had investigated were enough to prove that Mu Zhou had approached Fu Ci with a purpose.
Those accidents were all intentional.
The silence lasted for a long time.
Just when the assistant thought Fu Ci was no longer listening, he finally heard his voice.
"Repeat it again, not a single word can be wrong."
His gloomy voice was full of undeniable dominance.
He forced himself to repeat it.
Fu Ci listened with a grim expression, his eyes sharp and cold like blades.
His voice was hoarse as he still searched for that last possibility:
"Could it be that someone is deliberately misleading us?"
“Mr. Fu, no, I have already apprehended that private investigator, and there is also some other evidence.”
Fu Ci closed his eyes and gritted his teeth:
"Wait for me, I want to ask him myself."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Ci slowly opened his eyes.
The joy in my eyes had faded, and I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave.
Past events flashed through his mind again and again as he tried to find an answer.
The warmth of Mu Zhou still lingered in his palm, but at this moment, he felt a sense of panic.
It's no less than falling from heaven to hell.
His eyes were lowered, and the shadow cast by his long eyelashes seemed to churn with an unknown undercurrent.
Soon, those emotions were suppressed.
He returned to the kitchen and, using the ingredients Mu Zhou had chopped, carefully followed the recipe step by step to complete the meal.
His deep eyes seemed to be suppressing some kind of wild beast that was about to go out of control.
*
In the bedroom, Mu Zhou slowly opened his eyes.
She sighed and snuggled lazily into the covers.
She had already sensed the fluctuations in the level of affection.
She was even aware of the things that Fu Ci's people had investigated.
This was already part of her plan.
Before today, the favorability rating was very low each time it increased.
Even after today, the favorability rating will only reach 88%.
This is enough to prove that Mu Zhou's previous prediction was correct.
Getting Fu Ci to completely give up his heart won't be that easy.
Love alone may not be so unforgettable.
She closed her eyes again.
With a sore back and aching legs, she was indeed too lazy to move.
Half an hour later, the door was pushed open.
Fu Ci came to the bedside, bent down and picked her up along with the blanket.
"You're awake? Perfect timing, dinner's ready."
Mu Zhou's gaze swept over his eyebrows and eyes.
He still had that handsome appearance, and even the love in his eyes was just as strong.
Mu Zhou straightened up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's so kind of you."
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice filled with obvious satisfaction.
Fu Ci put his arm around her waist, tightening his grip slightly, and after a moment, he smiled.
But what was hidden behind those lowered eyelids, no one knew.