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

Outside the courtyard, Mu Zhou looked at the man in front of her with a smile in her eyes.

She tilted her head back, her fair yet still beautiful face flushed with a faint pink.

Her gaze was so bright that Shen Yucang subconsciously looked away.

He softened his tone:

"I'm here..."

"Come in and talk."

Mu Zhou interrupted him, carefully tugging at his clothes, and led him to the room with a light smile.

Despite not using much force, Shen Yucang was involuntarily pulled into the room by her.

Mu Zhou asked him to sit down.

"I just moved here, so it's not convenient for me to entertain you. I only have one cup, but I washed it, so please don't mind."

She filled a teacup with hot water and placed it in front of Shen Yucang.

Then she sat down next to him, her dark eyes staring straight at him.

Shen Yucang suddenly realized something.

Mu Zhou seemed completely unconcerned about the offense he had just unintentionally intruded upon.

Was it because she mistakenly believed he was her fiancé, Shen Congjun, that she was willing and completely indifferent?

Shen Huocang pursed his lips tightly.

For some reason, a shadow instantly fell over his eyes.

Mu Zhou looked at him curiously, resting her chin on one hand:

"Should I call you Shen Congjun now, or Shen Yucang like they do?"

Mu Zhou's words reminded him once again that she had mistaken him for someone else, which was why she was being so gentle and attentive to him.

Shen Yucang's expression turned cold as he returned the box to her.

"You got the wrong person."

After saying that, he got up and was about to leave.

A hint of panic flashed in Mu Zhou's eyes, and she quickly grabbed Shen Yucang's hand:

"Don't leave."

She then stood up:

"Okay, okay, I mistook you for someone else. I won't bring up the past anymore, okay?"

She looked so delicate, with a thin frame, yet her hands were exceptionally soft, firmly holding his hand and forearm without letting go.

He pursed his lips, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"Let go."

The cold tone and aura made Mu Zhou's eyes instantly redden.

"I know you are determined to protect our country, and I am willing to support you and agree to postpone the wedding. Why are you still so mean to me?"

Her voice was choked with grievance, and her willow-leaf eyes welled up with tears.

Mu Zhou was pampered by his family since childhood and had not suffered much hardship. Now, he has endured all the suffering of his life for Shen Congjun.

She could have endured it alone before, but now that Shen Juncang had been so fierce, she could no longer hold back her grievances.

In the blink of an eye, she was crying with tears streaming down her face.

Even so, she did not let go.

Her chest, rising and falling slightly from her rapid breathing, was pressed tightly against his arm.

Her wet eyes glared angrily at Shen Yucang.

The soft touch made Shen Yucang freeze for a moment. He stood there silently, looking at Mu Zhou, whose face was covered in tears, his eyes filled with complex and deep emotions.

After a moment, Mu Zhou wiped away the tears on her face and spoke first:

"You scared me outside just now. I didn't even have time to finish applying the ointment. Can you help me apply the medicine? That way I'll forgive you for being mean to me."

Her temper seemed to flare up quickly and subside just as fast.

After venting, I no longer felt so wronged.

They even proactively offered Shen Huocang a way out.

She slipped the medicated oil from the table into Shen Huocang's hand.

Under his gaze, Mu Zhou turned his back and slowly lifted the hem of his clothes.

"It's in my lower back, it looks bruised. I was helping them move vegetables around noon when I got bumped into."

She explained in a rambling, drawn-out manner.

A small section of her slender waistline was thus exposed to Shen Yucang.

His eyes suddenly darkened.

Shen Zhecang was so bewitched that he seemed to lose control of his body in an instant.

He subconsciously obeyed Mu Zhou's instructions.

Injuries are commonplace for him, and he is adept at applying medicine.

He mechanically poured the medicated oil into his palm and slowly placed his hand on her lower back.

So soft.

This is Shen Huocang's deepest feeling.

She was such a thin person, yet her body was still so soft.

After the large hand covered Mu Zhou's lower back, he seemed to be frozen in place and did not move for a long time.

Mu Zhou couldn't help but say:

"Give it a massage, it'll heal faster that way."

But after she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and a faint pink blush rose to her cheeks.

Her full earlobes were already bright red, and Shen Yucang could see them perfectly from behind.

Just as Mu Zhou was frantically preparing to say "never mind," his rough palm slowly began to move.

Men who have fought with guns in wars never have delicate hands.

Shen Huocang's palms were covered with rough calluses and tiny scars.

So the moment the palm exerted force, a slightly stinging sensation traveled directly from the waist to Mu Zhou's entire body.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

She hadn't noticed it at first, but now she suddenly felt that Shen Yucang's presence behind her was incredibly strong.

His tall figure seemed to envelop her from behind.

The shadows fell, so dense and numerous that she inexplicably felt as if she couldn't breathe.

She leaned forward slightly and bit her lower lip.

Shen Yuncang could naturally notice her unusual behavior.

A dark light flickered in his eyes.

Reason told him he should stay away.

But in reality, his large hands were uncontrollably kneading that soft curve.

The curves of his waist were fully revealed in his palm.

A faint fragrance seemed to waft into his nose.

An inexplicable heat rose in his chest, and Shen Yucang's throat bobbed.

Mu Zhou, with one hand lifting the hem of his clothes, realized the current situation was too awkward and could only change the subject:

Don't you have class today?

After saying that, she wanted to bite her lip.

It's getting dark, and class is about to end.

But Shen Juncang answered her.

"Ah."

Shen Huocang's voice sounded a bit lower and hoarse than before.

Completely oblivious, Mu Zhou asked again after hearing his answer:

"Then how did you find me?"

Like a bubble bursting, Shen Yucang suddenly woke up.

He looked at his own large, unwieldy hand.

His hands were large, almost able to completely grasp that slender waist.

Shen Yuncang frowned sharply and clenched his teeth slightly.

For a moment, I could hardly believe that I had been so easily swayed.

Where is his composure?

Where is his self-control?!

Shen Yuncang felt a tightness in his chest and slowly released his hand with a cold expression.

Yet I have to admit there's a slight sense of reluctance.

"Is it all better now?"

Mu Zhou's voice became much lighter.

She instantly forgot the question she had just asked Shen Yucang.

She laid the clothes down.

Mu Zhou was used to being waited on at home, so she didn't find it unacceptable to have someone apply medicine to her.

What's more, this person is someone she knows, her fiancé.

She had just cried in front of him, and she felt that the distance between them had shortened considerably, since she never cried in front of strangers.

To be able to cry like this in front of him means that she already considers him one of her own.

So, subconsciously, she instructed him to apply the medicine for her.

But at some point, she realized that the two of them were ultimately different men and women, so she felt a little shy.

But then he thought again that they had already done half of the wedding ceremony, and they would get married again sooner or later, so he wasn't so embarrassed anymore.

She was simple-minded, and these changes in her heart were written all over her face, which Shen Yucang easily saw through.