Chapter 375 – Your family’s plum blossom is lost again (51)
Even the slightest mistake could put Mu Ci’s life and death in the other party’s hands.
With such a truth, would she truly accept him? Did she really understand, truly know? Or had she only grasped some other part of the story?
Mu Ci stared at her stubbornly, his gaze deep and unwavering.
Yet, within him, an uncontrollable emotion surged.
In his understanding, that emotion seemed to have a name—fear.
“Xiao Gege, I’m a little tired. I want to rest now.”
In the end, Yan Luo merely pressed her lips together and spoke these words, raising a hand to push against Mu Ci’s body. Her tone indeed carried a trace of exhaustion.
Panic shot up to its peak in his heart. Of course, Mu Ci would not let go.
Instead, he firmly clasped the hand that had tried to push him away, pulling her back into his embrace with force. Then, taking advantage of his absolute height advantage, he lifted her up, half-carrying her into the room.
“What are you doing? Let go of me!”
Yan Luo was stunned. Her dangling feet kicked about in protest, and she angrily slapped at Mu Ci’s shoulders.
Mu Ci completely ignored her struggles. Entering the room, he pressed her directly onto the soft bed.
Then, he leaned in, so close that Yan Luo could see the length of his eyelashes clearly.
This person was truly too good-looking—his thin lips always carried a hint of a roguish smile. Even though his eyes revealed little emotion, they still had an inexplicable allure.
He pressed down on her stubbornly, this tall figure seeming as though he wanted to curl up into her embrace.
Aggrieved, yet carrying a trace of restlessness.
On him, such behavior should have felt childish, yet somehow, it was inexplicably endearing.
Realizing that struggling was futile, Yan Luo gave up and met his gaze.
Her large eyes were bright and clear, beautiful like the stars in the sky.
Looking at his stubborn and persistent eyes, she finally let out a soft sigh.
“Then, Xiao Gege, can you tell me about the lab, the artificial humans, and… how you have no emotions?”
With every word Yan Luo spoke, Mu Ci’s pupils contracted slightly. By the time she uttered the phrase ‘no emotions,’ his expression dimmed, as though something had come to mind.
At last, he could no longer hold back. He lowered his head abruptly, seeking her lips.
Sensing her attempt to evade him, his once-gentle demeanor suddenly turned fierce. He seized her lips, no longer careful as before, but aggressively drawing in her sweetness.
A few deep breaths later, Yan Luo found herself struggling to breathe. She clenched her eyes shut, her small chest rising and falling rapidly.
Then, something cool landed on her face.
Startled, Yan Luo’s eyes snapped open—only to meet a pair of exquisite eyes, so close, shimmering with crystal-like tears.
She blinked in surprise.
Why was he crying?
Yet, she had no control over the situation. Her breath was still tangled with his, rising and falling with him.
She didn’t know how much time had passed. Just as she was about to lose consciousness from his relentless kisses, Mu Ci finally pulled away slightly.
His dark, beautiful eyes were clear yet tinged with a faint redness.
His emotions seemed cold and composed, yet tiny, cool teardrops continued to fall onto her face.
“Luoluo…”
His voice was the same as always, yet now, it carried a hoarseness, a hint of grievance.
His gaze bore into her, as if desperate for her to see his true heart.