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

The commander's uniform was firm yet a little cold.

Mu Zhou's soft face pressed against him, and the badge hurt a little. She couldn't help but rub it and changed direction to bury herself in his arms again.

Perhaps it was because the situation was critical, but Guan Zhuoyan's arms around her waist tightened more and more. The belt that came with the uniform was inlaid with metal gems and was just below Mu Zhou's chest.

The pain became more obvious in the already soft areas.

She was too embarrassed to say that she had hit her chest, so she could only try to avoid the piece of metal by rubbing it against her chest.

Little did she know that her little action caused Guan Zhuoyan to fall into torment.

The strange touch made the tense atmosphere begin to grow stronger, as if something was roaring violently.

Guan Zhuoyan's eyes were dark and flickering, and the veins on his forehead were almost popping out.

He closed his eyes and tried to return to a calm and peaceful state.

But it failed.

Mu Zhou in his arms was really restless.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his expressionless face covered with a strange color in his eyes.

Guan Zhuoyan pinched the slender waist that was as thin as a hand, turned around and pressed the person directly against the corner of the wall to control him, then pressed close to her and held her tightly in his arms.

Mu Zhou groaned and was dizzy for a long time before he came to his senses.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of large hands covered her eyes and she was taken away from the corner.

Guan Zhuoyan's low and hoarse voice sounded above his head:

"Don't be afraid."

Then, bursts of gunfire began to be heard all around, and gradually, the scene became completely quiet.

The battle seemed to be resolved quickly.

There was no trace of nervousness or anxiety on Guan Zhuoyan's face, as if everything was under his control.

His eyes, as cold as water, looked down at the corpses on the ground. With a glance, the surrounding soldiers came forward and began to clean up the place.

Guan Zhuoyan lowered his eyes and looked at the little woman in his arms.

She leaned on his chest and let him do whatever he wanted, without any intention of struggling.

His hand was so big that when he covered her eyes, it almost covered her entire face.

The long curly eyelashes trembled slightly, making Guan Zhuoyan's palms itchy.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes fixed on the pair of red and tender lips.

He knew how soft and sweet those lips were.

He had tasted it.

His breathing became heavier, and the restraint between his brows was almost about to break free.

The majestic face was also tinged with a hint of dark desire.

It was not until the guard came to report that he forced himself to suppress his anger and reluctantly took his hand away.

Suddenly seeing the light of day again, Mu Zhou blinked uncomfortably.

At this time, the entire hall was still filled with a faint smell of blood, but there was no horrifying scene in front of him.

I think it has been packed.

Mu Zhou relaxed a little, and the fear on his face dissipated a lot.

She stood beside Guan Zhuoyan and listened to the guard's report.

At this time, all the VIPs in the hall had been evacuated, and the only ones left were soldiers and guards.

Mu Zhou seemed out of place.

She huddled her arms uncomfortably, wanting to tell Guan Zhuoyan that she was going to find Ye Jing and Qi Ranfeng.

But Guan Zhuoyan seemed to see her embarrassment:

"My office lounge area is nearby. I'll have someone take you there first. You don't have to wait for me."

This was to arrange it for her directly and there was no room for refusal.

Mu Zhou bit his lip and had to agree.

Watching her leave reluctantly, Guan Zhuoyan silently curled the corners of his lips.

*

This was Mu Zhou's first visit to Guan Zhuoyan's office.

Or rather, an office building.

The entire castle-like building is his office area, with function rooms and, naturally, rest areas.

Mu Zhou didn't dare to look around and followed the guard to the bedroom where he usually rested.

The guard respectfully opened the door for her:

"Ma'am, this is the call bell. If you have anything, you can call us."

Mu Zhou smiled and nodded:

"Thank you."

"This is what I should do."

The guard bowed in fear and trepidation, then left.

Mu Zhou walked around the room.

She didn't like having someone serving her, so she found the refrigerator and took a bottle of ice water and drank it slowly.

She didn't even dare to go near the study, and the bedroom seemed too ambiguous, so she finally sat down on the sofa.

The tension of the banquet and the subsequent gunfight made Mu Zhou extremely exhausted both physically and mentally.

Sleepiness came over her, so she lay down and planned to take a nap, but as soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep.

In the second half of the night, Guan Zhuoyan finished the follow-up work.

He returned to the rest area with a terrifying coldness.

The strange smell in the air made him alert for a moment.

He suddenly froze until he saw the purple figure lying on the black sofa.

The military boots on his feet suddenly became lighter, and he walked to the sofa, half squatting and half kneeling beside Mu Zhou.

The black leather sofa has sharp edges and corners. It doesn't look like a place to relax and lean back. Rather, it looks like a place to correct your sitting posture and make you sit upright.

But at this moment, there was a soft woman lying on the sofa.

The woman was lying half sideways, resting her head on one arm, her satin dress wrapped around her curves, revealing everything.

Her sleeping face is quiet and cute.

Guan Zhuoyan couldn't help but reach out his hand, pinched the tip of her slightly red ear, and rubbed it gently.

The soft touch gave him an irresistible impulse.

He used a little force with his hands, causing Mu Zhou to groan, but his eyes did not open at all.

A slight movement caused one of the high heels to be kicked off, revealing a delicate little foot that tried to tuck into the hem of the dress.

Guan Zhuoyan's gloomy eyes slowly swept over her whole body, and then he held the foot that was still wearing high heels.

He took off his high heels and put them on the ground.

Then, he gently held the sole of her foot and placed it on the sofa.

Her feet were like tender tofu, a little fleshy and a little soft.

Guan Zhuoyan couldn't help but wonder why she was so soft all over.

This kind of touch seemed to naturally evoke the desire for cruelty in people's hearts, making him subconsciously use a little more strength.

He stroked the tender skin of the instep with his fingertips and played with it unscrupulously in his palm.

There was a captivating darkness in his deep and cold eyes, which was very different from his usual cold and apathetic image.

Mu Zhou, who was sleeping, was unaware of all this.

Guan Zhuoyan's palms were burning hot, and he let the emotions surge in his chest, as if he was enjoying this moment of being out of control.

In fact, today's accidents were all part of his plan.

The security measures on site are very good.

Although the moment when the conflict finally broke out was somewhat different from what was expected, fortunately Mu Zhou was always by his side and he protected the people safely.

In fact, there is absolutely no need to do this.

He could let Mu Zhou stay with the others, as there would always be soldiers to protect them.

But he just felt uneasy.

So insist on bringing people with you.

Guan Zhuoyan could no longer explain how he felt about his nominal wife.

From the initial resistance, to easily accepting her as his wife and getting close to her, and then to hearing from her about the so-called fake marriage.

He has always been feeling vaguely irritated.

It is a warning against his own uncontrolled emotions, and also a dissatisfaction with her alienation towards him.