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

Jing Zhan leaned lazily in a corner of the sofa, rarely showing his usual serious and reserved demeanor.

He lowered his eyes, staring intently at the person in front of him who was concentrating on wiping his palms.

She lowered her head, a strand of hair hung down by her temple, and her long eyelashes fluttered.

The pink cheeks are like ripe peaches, not so bright and eye-catching, but extremely tempting.

Jing Zhan suddenly felt his heart burning.

At a certain moment, the heat seemed to spread to the palm of his hand, making Mu Zhou look up involuntarily.

Their eyes met, and Jing Zhan clearly felt his breath hitch.

Under his gaze, Mu Zhou's earlobes gradually turned red, and it seemed as if his breathing became shallow.

Finally, the prompt sound in the kitchen woke them up.

Mu Zhou suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up as if frightened:

"The hangover soup is ready. I'll get it."

After saying that, he fled from the living room.

Jing Zhan looked at his palm silently, and closed his eyes with a complicated expression.

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After drinking the sobering soup, Jing Zhan seemed to be much more sober.

But Mu Zhou was still worried, so he followed him back to the room silently and couldn't help but say:

"Mr. Jing, can I wait here for you to come out of the bathroom? I've seen a lot of people get into accidents in the bathroom after getting drunk, and I'm a little worried. I'll leave once I see you come out safely."

The concern on her face was not fake, Jing Zhan could tell easily.

He quietly looked at the little face full of worry, and in his eyes there was a depth that Mu Zhou could not understand.

Jing Zhan admitted that he was indeed bewitched.

His brother's life stood between him and the woman in front of him. Jing Zhan knew all this clearly, but he still couldn't help but sink into it.

Such a clear-headed fall made him a little irritated and angry for a while.

He walked towards Mu Zhou, step by step.

The dangerous aura made Mu Zhou subconsciously step back until he reached the bedside and sat on it in panic.

She looked up at Jing Zhan, who looked a little different from usual.

At this moment, Jing Zhan still had that handsome face that was so cold and expressionless. He bent down and slowly approached Mu Zhou.

There was a faint smell of alcohol on Jing Zhan, which was not unpleasant, and even a little fascinating.

The cloudiness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of aggression.

Mu Zhou just watched him approach stupidly, not daring to move, and then his eyes gradually widened until the distance between them was less than two centimeters.

This distance has exceeded the normal social distance and carries an obvious atmosphere of ambiguity.

It seemed as if she could touch Jing Zhan's nose if she just raised her chin slightly.

Just when Mu Zhou thought he was going to kiss her, Jing Zhan suddenly pounced on her and pushed her onto the big bed behind him.

"what……"

In shock, Mu Zhou couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

The man's heavy body pressed against hers, and the two of them pressed tightly together. Mu Zhou's heartbeat instantly accelerated.

She tried to push him away, but found that Jing Zhan seemed to be drunk.

"Mr. Jing?"

She called softly.

Unfortunately, Jing Zhan had his eyes tightly closed, as if he was completely drunk.

"call……"

Mu Zhou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Her hands were still on Jing Zhan's shoulders. After calming down, she pushed him aside with force, got off the bed in a panic, and ran out of the bedroom.

After the door was closed again, Jing Zhan slowly opened his eyes in the darkness, his eyes complex and forbearing.

When Mu Zhou returned to his room, he completely took off his disguise, and there was no trace of panic, shyness or nervousness.

She hummed a song and began to wash.