Crash——
With a loud noise in the bathroom, cold water splashed out of the bathtub, splashing dirty stains all over the floor.
During this time, Zhou Moshi held her waist tightly, protecting her in his arms, while his back hit the water heavily.
But he seemed not to feel the pain, his eyes burning as he stared at Su Fanxing's lips.
The distance was so close that he could clearly see the faint tooth marks on it.
The drops of blood on it were like a dewdrop on the tip of the petal of the most beautiful crimson rose in a bouquet of fragrant flowers.
It was like a poison that penetrated directly into his heart, or like a fatal poison.
"Su Fanxing, do you know what you are doing?" Zhou Moshi's voice was low and hoarse. He stroked her slightly trembling back with his fingertips, rubbing it a little, and a soft hum was heard.
When her name was called, Su Fanxing lazily raised her eyelashes, met his slightly bewitching eyes, and her red lips suddenly curled up.
These two eyes are really ugly, and there are teardrop moles at the corners of their eyes.
She recognized him; it was Zhou Moshi.
Her lips opened and closed, but she was still so weak that she could only make breathy sounds, but the words she said were full of provocation.
"Do...you."
They hugged each other in the cold water, their hearts burning.
One sentence ignited all the violent elements in Zhou Moshi's blood.
His big hands clasped Su Fanxing's slender waist, which could be held in one hand, and he stood up, dragging his wet and heavy clothes.
Su Fanxing hung on him, unable to use any strength, and let Zhou Moshi hold her with one hand and carry her into the warm room.
The brief cooling just now did not have any effect.
On the contrary, due to their entanglement, the heat in the air intensified a little.
The wrinkled clothes were full of water, giving Zhou Moshi an excuse to take them off Su Fanxing.
The expensive haute couture items were ruthlessly piled on the floor at the end of the bed. Zhou Moshi stepped on them without even raising his eyes.
Su Fanxing was freed from the shackles, and subconsciously felt less secure in her heart. The strength she exerted on Zhou Mo's neck gradually decreased.
She was placed in a large, soft bed and wrapped in a silk quilt.
After soaking in cold water for a while, the slightly cooled blood boiled to its peak again.
As they breathed passionately, Zhou Moshi's pleasant scent covered them and they slipped into the soft quilt.
The curtains have good light-blocking properties, plunging the entire room into darkness, making it difficult to tell whether it is day or night.
There was only a dim light at the head of the bed, and the soft light was sprinkled on Zhou Moshi's profile, diluting his enchanting temperament into a hazy state.
Su Fanxing could no longer tell whether it was because of the drug injected into her or because the man deliberately seduced her.
He kissed her, completely taking over her mind and making her confused and fascinated.
He was still himself and she was still herself, but she had an inexplicable illusion that their souls had merged.
"Who am I? Can you see clearly?" Zhou Moshi was like a bad boy who loved playing pranks. He pinched her chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look up at him.
Su Fanxing was a little annoyed. She knew that this person was holding a grudge, but she had no way to deal with it.
"Zhou Moshi...you are Zhou Moshi..." Her peach blossom eyes were covered with a thick layer of mist, and her vision was filled with endless nothingness.
But the oppressive feeling that enveloped me reminded me all the time that, yes, it was him.
It's Zhou Moshi...
Realizing this, Su Fanxing no longer had any concerns.
Her fingertips climbed up Zhou Moshi's arm, which was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and she pushed hard.
Zhou Moshi was caught off guard by the force, but the next second, her soft body leaned forward.
......
Under the dim light, the curtains swayed slightly.
It was not until the sun set that the misty desk lamp was turned off by a slender arm with distinct joints.
Su Fanxing didn't know what medicine she was given. She was almost exhausted and still a little unconscious.
She was like a scumbag. She didn't even look at the man afterwards. She just wrapped herself in the quilt and slept soundly for who knows how long.
Until the incessant beating of the phone message woke her up.
Her thick and long eyelashes moved, and she subconsciously reached out and probed the area beside her.
It was icy cold, and didn't look like it had ever been inhabited.
She then grabbed her phone and checked the time. It was eight o'clock in the evening.
Slept for a long time.
Su Fanxing pounded his still aching head, sat up, and was almost pulled back to bed by the tearing pain.
"Hiss—" She frowned, but still stood up with gritted teeth.
She finally found a black shirt beside her that was long enough to cover her knees, so she put it on with peace of mind and walked downstairs barefoot.
She didn't believe that Zhou Moshi would leave so ruthlessly.
Sure enough, as soon as I went downstairs, I saw the light on in the kitchen from a distance.
The heating in the house was turned on warm enough. The man standing in front of the stove was shirtless, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which was very pleasing to the eye.
He was only casually wearing a pair of black silk pajamas that hung loosely around his waist. When he heard the sound and looked back, he could still see the faint mermaid line.
Su Fanxing rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not dreaming.
How lucky is she... to see the arrogant King of Hell in the capital cooking in this lifetime?
Well, if it weren’t for the faint smell of burnt food, this scene would really look like something out of an idol drama.
Zhou Moshi frowned when he saw Su Fanxing barefoot.
Su Fanxing didn't care at all. She walked forward and grabbed Zhou Moshi's waist from behind.
She curled her lips into a flattering smile and said in a coquettish tone, "What delicious food are you making?"
But when her eyes fell on the black stuff in the pot, the corners of her lips twitched and she couldn't laugh.
Zhou Moshi lost his patience, turned off the fire, left the porridge that couldn't be cooked for some reason, and picked up the barefoot Su Fanxing upright.
"Let's ask the hotel to deliver the food."
Su Fanxing burst out laughing, her heart trembled, and an indescribable warmth surged up.
"You're so stupid! You have to soak the rice before cooking porridge, otherwise it won't cook..."
She hugged his neck and let him put her on the sofa.
Zhou Moshi used his phone to send a message to Xu Chu to order food, and casually said, "I've contacted a private hospital tomorrow to get checked out. Does anyone know what kind of mess Chu Nan injected you with?"
Hearing that extremely disgusting name, Su Fanxing's eyelashes twitched.
Thinking of something, she spoke again with a hint of worry in her tone: "You didn't do anything to him, did you?"
Zhou Moshi had a cold look on his face and glanced at her with disdain.
He regretted that he did not kill the waste named Chu today, but let him live.
Looking at Su Fanxing's condition today, he couldn't imagine that if he hadn't asked someone to secretly watch over her and send her a message as soon as possible, the consequences would be disastrous.
Before Su Fanxing could wait for his answer, the phone in her hand suddenly vibrated slightly.
The screen lit up and she glanced down.
It’s a WeChat message.
Su Huaiquan: [Fanxing, Chu Nan is dead.]
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