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

In the small hotel, Mu Zhou leisurely looked at the props on the table.

After examining it for a while, she picked up a special red flower-shaped candle.

On the bed, veins bulged on Shang Henian's forehead as he glared fiercely at Mu Zhou:

"What are you trying to do now? I'm warning you, you better untie me right now, or I won't let you off the hook!"

"If I untie you, will you let me go?"

Mu Zhou asked in a low voice.

Without hesitation, Shang Henian replied:

"Dream on! You dare to tie me up here? I'll get my revenge no matter what!"

He wasn't afraid that Mu Zhou might actually do something to him.

Mu Zhou dared not.

He had watched the little girl grow up since she was a child, and Shang Henian knew very well how courageous she was.

He just felt humiliated and ashamed.

To think that he, the only grandson of a prominent merchant family, a tall, muscular man standing at 1.85 meters, could let this little girl, Mu Zhou, tie him up on the bed like that—how could he ever face anyone again?

Thinking of this, he became even more arrogant, showing no sign of being subservient or humble.

"You've really gone too far! Who gave you the guts? I think you've gone mad."

"You still like me? You're not worthy! You don't actually think that just because Grandpa is trying to set us up, you'll actually marry me, do you?"

"Do you know how disgusting you are? I hate seeing you the most. How can there be such a shameless girl like you?"

He fired off a string of words, and then saw Mu Zhou light the candle in his hand.

The red flower candle was held in her fair, delicate hands.

The flame ignited in the heart of the flower.

It reflected on her fairly pretty face.

Mu Zhou raised his hand to wipe away the remaining tears on his face, and said to him in a light tone:

"Since the mistake has already been made and there is no turning back, I can only go all the way down this path."

For some reason, Shang Henian's heart skipped a beat.

He swallowed hard.

"……What do you want to do?"

Mu Zhou didn't look at him, but stared curiously at the low-temperature candle.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

He's not a three-year-old; of course he knows what these things are for.

Mu Zhou wouldn't...

No, no, she wouldn't dare.

Kexin panicked for no apparent reason, and continued to threaten:

"You'd better calm down, while you still have... hiss."

As the wax dripped onto his chest, he abruptly stopped speaking and froze.

The candle wasn't particularly hot; it was at a comfortable temperature.

The stimulation it brought, however, is hard to forget.

Shang Henian's face flushed red instantly, and his whole body tensed up.

Amidst the humiliation and anger, there was an indescribable subtlety.

Pain became the least important sensation.

Shang Henian's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze at Mu Zhou was so intense that he wanted to tear her to pieces.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw her tilt the candle again.

But Mu Zhou stopped what he was doing.

She squatted down, half-lying on the bed, her head slightly tilted:

"Brother Henian, if I let you go now, can you forgive me?"

Her eyes shimmered with a gentle light, her innocent expression suggesting that she was merely passing by and that she wasn't the one who had just poured candle wax on him.

Shang Henian was about to start cursing.

forgive?

She's dreaming!

Once he's free, he'll definitely tie her to the bed and humiliate her properly!

We have to let her use all the props!

But the moment he spoke, Shang Henian glanced at the candle in her hand.

After a few seconds of pause, he clenched his teeth hard and forced a forced smile.

"Of course, it is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. If you let me go, I will not pursue the matter further."

Mu Zhou squatted by the bed, his chin resting on the back of his hand, seemingly deep in thought.

She asked hesitantly:

"Really? Brother Henian, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Shang Henian suppressed the urge to swear and played the role of a gentle older brother:

"Why would I lie to you? Listen to me, untie me."

Mu Zhou obediently stood up and was about to bend down to untie the knot on his hands when the candle tipped over and dripped a few more drops of wax.

It all dripped onto his chest.

Shang Henian's pupils constricted, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.

He gritted his teeth, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

A moment later, he breathed heavily and silently closed his eyes.

Mu Zhou hurriedly apologized and put the candle down.

"I'm sorry, Brother Henian, I didn't mean to."

Shang Henian was almost driven to the point of losing his temper.

He gritted his teeth and resisted the instinctive pleasure that he found shameful, while also coaxing Mu Zhou to untie him quickly.

But just as Mu Zhou was about to untie it, he suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Shang Henian's voice was already hoarse and weak.

Mu Zhou fidgeted with his hands and asked uneasily:

"What if I untie the rope and Brother Henian changes his mind, or blames me?"

She glanced at the phone on the table, her eyes lighting up.

"How about this, I'll leave some evidence so that Brother Henian can't go back on his word."

After saying that, she picked up her phone and started taking pictures.

"No way! Mu Zhou, you dare to film this!?"

Shang Henian was so angry his hair almost stood on end.

But Mu Zhou didn't listen to him at all; she was happily taking pictures.

Anyway, she didn't want to go hungry for a day and a night.

After the photos were taken, Mu Zhou didn't forget to remind him:

"I've already uploaded the photos to the cloud, and I've also prepared scheduled emails. If I can't confirm my identity through facial recognition every day, they will be automatically sent and made public."

This left Shang Henian, who was ready to turn his back and delete the photos as soon as he gained his freedom, completely helpless.

He glared at her through gritted teeth:

"Fine, you win."

Mu Zhou didn't dare to untie him completely, for fear that he might lose control and grab her.

After partially untying the ropes binding his arms, Mu Zhou clapped his hands:

"The rest is up to Brother Henian. I'm going home now. Grandpa said it's the beginning of winter today, so we should have dinner together. You should come back early too."

She waved and left the hotel.

Shang Henian was so angry he was practically fuming.

*

Mu Zhou took a taxi back to the merchant's place.

It's quite far away, not in the city center, but it covers a large area, like a manor.

Mu Zhou still remembers how shocked the original owner was when he first came here.

She entered the room, composed herself, and resumed her somber demeanor.

After passing the entrance hall, you can see people in the living room as soon as you look up.

She hesitated whether or not to go and say hello.

Fortunately, the housekeeper saw her and greeted her warmly and with delight:

"Miss Zhouzhou is back?"

Mu Zhou smiled slightly:

"Aunt Zhao."

Grandpa Shang naturally heard it too.

His booming voice came from the reception room:

"Zhouzhou is back? Come quick!"

Mu Zhou took off his coat and walked into the reception room.

Grandpa Shang is playing chess with someone.

Mu Zhou glanced at the man sitting opposite Grandpa Shang without making a sound.

The man had an extremely handsome face, with no flaws in his features.

But there was no emotion in those beautiful eyes; there was always a strange sense of detachment.

He looked calm and composed, his black shirt meticulously worn, buttons fastened to the top.

He rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing prominent blue veins on his forearms.

Mu Zhou's gaze fell on his hands.

The joints are distinct, the hands are long and elegant, and faint blue veins can be seen on the back of the hands.

His fingertips slowly caressed a black chess piece, seemingly serious, yet with an air of nonchalance.

These hands are beautiful.

Mu Zhou thought.