Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

The journey back to Beijing is long.

Chu Jinyao was afraid that Mu Zhou would feel uncomfortable, so he specially ordered someone to build a special carriage.

Needless to say, the carriage's exterior is decorated with intricate carvings and pearls, and the interior is even more impressive.

It is fully equipped with tables, chairs, couches, coffee tables, etc., and is no different from a bedroom.

People will not feel stuffy or uncomfortable even if they sit in it for a long time.

The wheels have been modified for a less bumpy ride.

Most importantly, for safety reasons, there is a layer of hidden protection inside.

Press the mechanism next to the couch, and solid barriers will rise around the interior of the carriage, completely surrounding it.

From the outside, you can't tell the difference.

Moreover, ordinary arrows and swords from the outside world cannot break it.

If you encounter a dangerous situation, you can also delay for some time.

But at this time, this layer of protection on the carriage was used for another purpose.

*

In the carriage, Mu Zhou was forced into a corner.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, one of her hands was a little weak, and there were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. I looked at Chu Jinyao in front of me with pity.

Chu Jinyao ignored her show of weakness, his eyes becoming darker and darker as he approached her.

Mu Zhou swallowed and glanced at the arms that were stretched tense in front of her. Each arm was clearly visible and the veins were bulging.

Just one look at it made my legs go weak.

Chu Jinyao spoke slowly, "Madam, why are you hiding?" His voice was gentle and affectionate, but the look he gave her was as compelling as ever.

Mu Zhou shuddered, thinking of the consequences of avoiding him just now, and subconsciously shook his head to deny it.

By the way, she clutched the messy clothes on her chest even tighter, and her fingertips turned white, attracting Chu Jinyao's attention.

His intimidating gaze seemed to have substance. Mu Zhou couldn't help but curl his fingers and look over.

There were faint teeth marks on the white and tender fingers.

It doesn't hurt, but it's a little itchy.

She looked at Chu Jinyao. These were all traces left by him.

Chu Jinyao moved.

He was originally in a half-squatting position, and the slightest movement brought him closer to Mu Zhou. He covered her hand, gently but unyieldingly letting her loosen her tightly clenched clothes and slowly pulling them towards his chest.

His shirt was wide open, and his palms were directly pressed against his skin.

Mu Zhou was afraid of irritating him, so he put his hands on his hard chest and dared not move.

At this time, Chu Jinyao was half-supporting on her, staring at her without blinking:

"Madam, do you dislike the scars on my husband's body?"

"how could be?"

Mu Zhou immediately denied it.

The voice was soft, but firm.

Under the pressure of the burning gaze, Mu Zhou had no choice but to slowly move his palm without disgust.

A scar suddenly appeared under the palm of his hand.

Mu Zhou slowly stroked across it, carefully tracing its shape with his fingertips.

The scar is very long, so he must have been seriously injured at that time.

Mu Zhou felt a little distressed: "It hurts a lot, right?"

Chu Jinyao obviously took a few breaths, raised his chin slightly, and half-closed his eyes:

"It doesn't hurt. It can hurt a little more."

Mu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then reacted and punched him angrily.

Her strength was more in line with his wishes.

Chu Jinyao groaned with difficulty and closed his eyes slightly.

A drop of sweat slid down the Adam's apple on his raised neck. Mu Zhou couldn't help but stare at the drop of sweat and was stunned for a moment.

Then he grabbed my wrist and followed his strength to move my body...

*

Outside the carriage, everything was as usual, without a single unnecessary sound.

Inside the carriage, Mu Zhou's clothes were a little messier, but he was still wearing them properly.

But Chu Jinyao's clothes were thrown everywhere.

He stared closely at the person in front of him, the heat in his eyes ready to burst out, and the strong stimulation made his heartbeat almost jump out of his chest.

He still held Mu Zhou's delicate hand with one hand...

Finally, he suddenly closed his eyes.

The other hand holding her soft waist couldn't help but exert a little more force, and finally pressed her in his arms.

Mu Zhou blushed and rested her head on his chest, not daring to look at him.

After Chu Jinyao calmed down again, he picked up Mu Zhou's wrist, wiped it clean for her, and kissed her with heartache.

"Tired? But your wrist is sore?"

His voice was filled with the laziness of satisfaction as he gently massaged her wrist.

Mu Zhou just hummed softly and didn't answer.

The two of them just leaned against each other quietly.

The journey back to Beijing is still long, but time is always there.

*

When Mu Zhou opened his eyes again, he saw test papers flying all over the sky.

Everyone shouted "Long live graduation".

Mu Zhou was in a daze for a moment and realized that this was a high school graduation scene.

In the previous dimension, Chu Jinyao won countless victories for Daxia. In the second half of his life, because the country was stable, he slowly returned the military command.

The two of them came to a place near the border and spent the rest of their days freely.

Mu Zhou closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment, then began to think about this plane.

After a while, a group of boys and girls in school uniforms came over and pulled Mu Zhou to take pictures.

Everyone was chattering and discussing, with smiles on their faces.

Someone pushed Mu Zhou.

"I heard you did well in the exam? Gu Qingli has already been recommended for admission to National Tsing Hua University. You need to score at least 700 points to have a chance to attend the same school as him."

Another person also spoke up:

"Needless to say, Mu Zhou has been studying very hard for the past two months just to be in the same school as Brother Gu. Tsinghua University will definitely be no problem."

Mu Zhou just smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

As they were chatting and laughing, a boy approached and Mu Zhou instinctively looked at him.

He is tall, and the monotonous school uniform looks particularly good on him. Standing there with one hand in his pocket, he looks like he is in the poster of a youth film.

He has light hair, handsome features, and thin lips that are tightly pursed, giving him an air of arrogance and a sense of keeping strangers away.

Several boys greeted him.

"Brother Gu, I thought you wouldn't come today."

"Let's go take some pictures."

"We have to go to a dinner party later, Brother Gu can't run away."

Gu Qingli frowned in annoyance and his face turned cold.

"No time, I have something to ask the teacher."

He took a picture of a boy's hand on his shoulder, turned and left, without even glancing at Mu Zhou for a second.

The others smiled awkwardly to help.

"Gu Qingli's father is the school director. He must be here for something important. Mu Zhou, why don't you wait for him here?"

With that, everyone dispersed.

Mu Zhou looked at the tall boy's back and sat on the steps indifferently.

The original owner of this plane was a poor little thing.

Her parents divorced and no one cared about her. The little girl moved from one relative's home to another, living a dependent life.

She was eventually adopted by her aunt.

Later, my aunt fell seriously ill, and before she passed away, she entrusted her to her best friend.

This good friend is Gu Qingli’s mother.

Afterwards, she stayed at Gu Qingli's house.

It’s just that Gu’s parents are very busy with work and often fly around the world, so they are not often at home.

Fortunately, Gu Qingli was very gentlemanly and was very gentle and caring towards her. The insecure original owner subconsciously wanted to get closer to this warmth.