MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 143 Subordinate Female X Devil Male (5)

Cen Simiao's chest was full of reddish finger marks, almost half resting on Bai Muzhi's body, biting her lower lip tightly, her breathing became rapid. He stroked his hand back and forth, his eyes dark, looking at the person who was almost soft in his arms.

Bai Muzhi frowned, seemingly satisfied. These days, he has not seen Cen Simiao, the soft touch is emerging in his mind, he has not lost his interest because he no longer touches, but he feels that his chest is more round and attractive.

He stroked his hand up inadvertently, rubbing Cen Simiao's neck.

Her eyes had become bewildered, she turned her head unconsciously, her cheek touched the back of his hand, and her mouth murmured, "God."

People can soften their bones.

Bai Muzhi's hand was closed, his jaw closed, staring at Cen Simiao.

The eyes of the two looked at each other, and Cen Simiao's eyes were charming, her eyes were flowing, and her fear had disappeared. She opened her lips slightly and panted lightly.

This picture can almost make people lose their mind.

Bai Mu's eyes sank.

Suddenly, she squeezed her chin slightly.

Cen Simiao's eyes became much clearer instantly, two moths frowned, could not help but inhale: "You ... lightly."

There is no meaning of resistance.

Bai Muzhi clenched her lips, and her hands became more and more hard. Cen Simiao began to feel a little bit unbearable. She felt that her jaw was about to break, and she struggled, pushing her subconsciously.

The two slender legs were hidden in the veil and swayed, and the little feet in embroidered shoes kicked in the air.

Accidentally stepped on Bai Mu's leg.

Her tears had shed, and she sobbed softly, her eyes flushed, and looked at Bai Muzhi begging.

Did not wait for any pity.

Turning his face and ignoring people, the whole child was neurotic.

Cen Simiao's feet slid up his thighs, stepping on them lightly, Bai Muzhi's eyes narrowed, and the shoes were covered with shoes.

He frowned, reached out and took Cen Simiao's foot down, and when it was about to hit, suddenly her foot was in the middle.

Strength is too heavy.

Bai Mu's body was frozen, his throat knot rolled, his face became weird, and his breathing became quicker.

That foot was still treading, there was no rhythm, it just stepped on, and it took two seconds to fall.

Either step on a lot.

Cen Simiao was sobbing, and the soft crying and grieving murmurs all penetrated into Bai Muzhi's ears.

His hands were loosening, and his breathing became faster and faster.

I just feel that the back is crisp.

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, as if the objects left to him to manipulate were obedience and no threat.

Even the desire to climb upwards at this point is being replaced by grievances.

Bai Mu frowned and let go of his hand.

Cen Simao breathed a long sigh of relief, followed by the sobbing of fear and grievance, tears falling.

Her clothes were messy, her chest was open, her eyes were red, she sat up halfway and recovered her feet while stepping on Bai Muzhi, but she moved inadvertently back and forth a few times.

Suddenly he heard his heavy breathing.

Cen Simiao looked up, he clenched his palms tightly, his mind was still struggling, his eyes darkened.

She lowered her eyelashes, and suddenly heard the voice of Liu Wuzhen from outside: "Mu Zhi, I have time at this moment, and I have something to discuss with you."

Bai Mu frowned.

Cen Simiao retracted her feet, and the shoes embroidered with peony flowers were hidden inside the veil, and a pair of slender legs were hidden.

She lowered her head and put on her clothes, still sobbing, her hair loose, and a few strands of hair clinging to her face.

Looks very embarrassed.

Bai Mu's throat knot rolled, and a fine sweat dripped from his forehead.

He looked at Cen Simiao, only to find it more unbearable.

Liu Wuyi shouted again.

Cen Smiao's expression appeared flustered, she glanced at the door of the room, quickly arranged her clothes, wiped her tears, and left in a hurry.

Bai Muzhi heard the sound of the door opening and looked anxiously at his arm.

When Cen Simiao passed by, she wanted to get her back.

After Ceng Simiao went out, she did not raise her head, her hair was not recombed, and her loops were scattered. She could not afford to salute Liu Wuzhen, and she hurried away quickly.

When Liu Wudi saw her, she felt very uncomfortable, and even made a woman suffer so much.

He gritted his teeth.

Entering the room, Bai Muzhi's face was a little weird. He sat on the chair, coughed slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Here it is."

Liu Wuyi felt a little faint.

In fact, Bai Mu's strength was not too great, Cen Simiao was crying badly, and her heart was particularly wronged.

She has such an attitude, why should she test whether she has any bad intentions?

Too suspicious.

Liu Wuzhen is different. Although he is alive, he believes too much. Even if he notices something wrong, he will think that Cen Simiao is dead to him and will never betray him.

Then Cen Simiao cried and grieved, and showed him the red mark on his chin. Liu Wuzhen still had doubts.

Instead, guilty, let the kitchen stew chicken soup every day, and let Cen Simiao come to drink.

Cen Simiao's eyes were full of tenderness, and she stretched out her hand to let Liu Wuzhen apply medicine.

It's been a long time ago, but it is slightly reddish. If you don't look carefully, you won't see it at all.

He was even more real, he just wanted to continue wiping.

Cen Simiao bent her eyes and looked at his concentration, seeming to inadvertently ask: "Should I continue to watch Bai Muzhi again?"

Liu Wuzheng's action was indeed not enough. He pursed his lips, but couldn't say anything to make her continue.

Cen Simiao softly voiced: "I'm willing."

He felt a bit sour in his throat.

Then I heard: "My sister-in-law is broken."

Liu Wuzhen looked up and saw her dress was so pure. She sank in her heart and gave her all the money bags.

He also said, "Sister-in-law, I'll give you a good day."

Cen Simiao raised her brows.

Seems good to her, but in fact she would rather be punished by Bai Muzhi in exchange for the news he wanted.

It's really hypocritical.

Cen Simiao has been in Bai Muzhi's room in recent days. At first it passed in the afternoon, but later it turned out in the evening.

Except for the penalty station that day, I never stayed there at night.

Every morning, she started to clean Bai Muzhi's house again. The girl who had complained to her had seen this scene and was so angry.

When Cen Simiao cleaned the house, she saw Bai Muzhi a few times and did not dare to say a word.

He didn't respond either.

One time later, Cen Simiao accidentally bumped into him who was going out, and she was so scared that she burst into tears as soon as her lips fell.

He looked for a moment, his eyebrows moved, his arms raised, and his voice was as cold as usual: "Come here."

Cen Simiao followed him into the room.

The girls inside are all out.

Cen Simiao feels that her chest is getting rubbed these days.

As a result, Bai Muzhi was the first to fail.

He had a chill, and his pale lips became even more ugly.

He didn't even take the medicine the doctor prescribed.

Even the window at the bed was still open, and cold wind poured into the room day and night.

It was cold like an ice cellar.

Cen Simiao thought she could take a look at Liu Wuzhen during these days, but she didn't want Bai Muzhi to ask her to pass by.

There is no need to take care of him, just unbutton it.

Cen Simiao was especially worried about him, his eyes were full of concern, and he was always reminded to wear more clothes.

Bai Muzhi was leaning on the bed, holding Cen Simiao's waist, his hands were moving, and Leng Bingding heard such a sentence.

He glanced and said nothing.

Instead, Cen Simao talked more and more, and wanted to get out of bed immediately to find him clothes to wear.

Just when she was about to get up, Bai Muzhi pushed her back and opened a quilt to cover it.

"If you're cold, just say, what are you turning?"

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved, and her good intentions were just wasted.

When eating, Cen Simiao stayed beside him, holding a tea cup to pour water for him, for fear that his appetite would be affected by the cold.

Can't help but let him eat more.

Every time Bai Muzhi was impatient with her persuasion, she kept her mouth shut with a cold face.

Cen Simiao was disobedient in this matter, even hesitant than him, frowning: "If you don't eat more, the wind will be longer."

The coldness in Bai Muzhi's eyes condensed into frost.

She strained her jaw and gave him chopsticks.

Bai Muzhi did not eat again.

When Cen Simiao cleaned up her chopsticks, her eyelashes trembled, she sucked her nose, and twitched softly.

Bai Muzhi turned her back, her brow frowning.

The next day, Bai Muzhi still didn't eat much. Cen Simiao again gave him chopsticks.

Then he lowered his head, not thinking he could eat.

When I looked up again, I found that the chopsticks were gone.

Cen Simao suddenly bent her eyes and smiled very happily.

Because he took care of his three meals every day, he stayed here for a long time in the evening, and it was already midnight when Cen Simiao returned to his place of residence.

It gradually became that she was lying on a bed with her quilt on her head and sleeping with Bai Muzhi.

At first two people each fell asleep, but over the next few days, Cen Simiao found that he was extremely restless, and he woke up every night.

Occasionally she felt thirsty, woke up in the middle of the night, and opened her eyes to see Bai Muzhi staring at her.

Suddenly startled.

She shouted timidly: "God."

Bai Muzhi did not answer.

Cen Simao lowered her head, stretched her arms, and touched his hands under his eyelids.

She tentatively struck her, and raised her eyes to see Bai Muzhi's gloomy eyes.

Cen Simiao shuddered, still holding his hand boldly, closing her eyes and saying, "My mother said that it would be safer to sleep like this."

"I think my mother, she used to hold my hand like this."

She didn't open her eyes to see Bai Muzhi, and slept at him sideways.

After waiting for a while, the holding hand gradually became soft.