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

The bathroom was filled with steam and mist.

Jin Xirong fell into the bathtub. He looked up and stared intently at Mu Zhou's every move.

Mu Zhou didn't rush to do anything.

She bent down, touched Jin Xirong's face, and then slid her fingertips down to pull open his collar.

Several buttons popped open.

The fingertips were gently stroking it.

Jin Xirong's whole body was tense, and the heat was spreading, almost higher than the water temperature.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and a dark fire simmered in his eyes.

At this moment, apart from the slow sound of flowing water, the only sound in the bathroom was Jin Xirong's heavy breathing.

He could no longer hold back and suddenly raised his eyelids, his dark eyes gleaming with light and shadow.

It was as if it wanted to completely devour people.

Mu Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

The next instant, my wrist was grabbed.

As she lost her balance, Jin Xirong grabbed her waist with his other hand and pulled her into the bathtub.

Mu Zhou fell into Jin Xirong's arms.

The muscles were taut and hard; it hurt a little when her cheek was hit.

She pressed herself against his chest, whimpering and complaining of pain in a muffled voice.

Two points of pain, yet I wish I could exaggerate it to ten.

Jin Xirong was naturally heartbroken.

But looking at her red eyes and her shimmering eyes that seemed to have been soaked with water, a wicked thought began to grow wildly.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips:

"Baby, does it hurt a lot?"

"Where does it hurt? Can I give you a kiss?"

He murmured, kissing her more and more forcefully.

Without giving Mu Zhou a chance to speak, he silenced her with a kiss and plundered her wantonly.

She was only allowed to utter broken syllables of sobbing and whimpering.

His large hand rested on her shoulder and gradually slid down.

Mu Zhou could clearly feel the slight stinging sensation from the thin calluses on his palms.

The force was exceptionally strong.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

His tongue was entangled and drawn away by him, and Mu Zhou was so weak that he almost became one with the water.

Jin Xirong's unbridled behavior both pleased and annoyed her.

A few tears welled up in her eyes due to physiological urges. She leaned against the bathtub, her mind a complete mess.

She looked so pitiful that she wanted to curl up into a ball, and the blush on her cheeks had already spread all over her body.

Jin Xirong leaned in and kissed the corner of her eye, sucking away the few tears:

"Like it?"

He asked again and again, his voice hoarse and tireless.

Her voice was very soft, with a slight panting, which made Mu Zhou blush.

Ultimately, under his influence, Mu Zhou's little mouth uttered the words he most wanted to hear.

"……like."

His chest pounded, and his heart pounded like thunder.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head and kissed her lips reverently.

"Zhouzhou, I like it too."

The softer his voice, the more unrestrained his actions.

Mu Zhou's toes were curled up.

She was spoiled and couldn't help but start to whine and complain that she was tired.

Her soft, seductive voice made Jin Xirong's heart itch unbearably, so he could only half-coax and half-force her:

"Be a good boy, my sweetie..."

Sweat dripped onto Mu Zhou's collarbone, mingling with her own sweat, and quickly slid down her body...

Jin Xirong's gaze was deep as he bent down and kissed away the drop of sweat.

Looking into Mu Zhou's dazed eyes, he seemed to remember something, his movements suddenly halting, and he coaxed:

"Baby, call me husband."

Mu Zhou blinked, his mind clearing for a moment, and he immediately shut his mouth.

She doesn't want it.

I won't shout.

How could Jin Xirong stand her arrogant attitude?

He narrowed his eyes, chuckled in a low, sinister voice:

"It seems the baby likes my forceful control... then I'll satisfy the baby."

The next second, Mu Zhou's eyes widened slightly in surprise:

"...Ugh, Jin Xirong, you bastard!"

She let out a short scream and then instinctively grabbed his hair.

It felt as if even the seams between my bones had become soft and yielding.

Consciousness gradually dissipated...

In the end, Mu Zhou naturally did as he wished, whispering in his ear and calling him "husband".

Continue until he is satisfied.

*

When Mu Zhou woke up, Jin Xirong had already gone to work.

I opened my eyes and saw a stack of things on the bedside table.

She sat up, picked it up, and slowly began to look at it.

Inside were several share transfer documents, bank cards, and account information from some foreign banks.

Mu Zhou suddenly remembered that last night, Jin Xirong hugged her and said "I love you so much" countless times.

She found it annoying and slapped the person away.

"If you love me, give me all your money."

Later, she seemed to say a lot more.

She said she never wanted to be a wanderer again, never wanted to be homeless again.

She seemed to be crying.

Jin Xirong tenderly kissed away her tears and assured her:

"You will never experience those hardships again in the rest of your life, I promise."

Thinking about all this, Mu Zhou understood why these things had appeared.

She picked up her phone and saw a message Jin Xirong had sent her half an hour earlier.

Aunt Zhao, who used to take care of you, has been brought back. If you wake up, have her cook for you.

[This is all my wealth, displayed on the bedside table. Just sign here, and it'll all be yours.]

All industry responsibility rests with me; the profits are yours.

This means that even if something unexpected happens in the future, Mu Zhou will not have to bear any responsibility and can walk away unscathed.

Jin Xirong has taken all necessary precautions to mitigate risks.

Message me when you wake up. I'll have my lawyer and assistant go home and explain everything to you.

Upon seeing this, Mu Zhou picked up his phone and sent a selfie.

I love you, my husband.

In the photo, both her clothes and hair are somewhat disheveled.

He looked like he had just woken up.

But even in its disarray, a languid beauty cannot be hidden.

Of course, this wasn't just a casual snapshot; it was a carefully crafted messy beauty by Mu Zhou.

Upon seeing the photo, Jin Xirong's breath hitched.

He paused for a moment before replying:

Remember to change your clothes before going downstairs.

*

After the assistant and lawyer left, Mu Zhou and Jin Xirong had a video call.

She confronted him, demanding an explanation:

"That secondhand luxury goods store is yours?!"

He's the owner behind the entire street and the whole commercial district!

Jin Xirong paused for a moment before saying:

"It's yours now."

He continued to add:

"I have had all the things you sold carefully preserved."

Mu Zhou pouted and said reproachfully:

"I don't want it anymore, I want to buy a new one."

"Okay, let's buy new ones."

Mu Zhou angrily said a lot more, and Jin Xirong apologized to each of them.

By this time, she already knew all his plans and was also aware that he had never actually gone bankrupt.

He has always been very wealthy.

After venting his anger, Mu Zhou said:

"I want to eat the seafood porridge you cooked yourself tonight."

Jin Xirong can't do it, but he can learn.

So he readily agreed.

Seeing her lying on the sofa, he said again:

"Is your back uncomfortable? I'll give you a massage when we get home tonight."

Mu Zhou rolled her eyes at him:

"It's a beautiful thought."

After joking around for a while, Mu Zhou got sleepy again and wanted to hang up the phone.

Jin Xirong stopped it:

"No need to hang up, let me watch over you, okay? I won't bother you."

"what ever."

Mu Zhou returned to bed, placed his phone beside his pillow, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.