novelaction Chapter 774 A Good Girl "Suitable" for Marriage (21)
Chapter 774 A Good Girl "Suitable" for Marriage (21)
Song Chuyu's kisses spread all the way.
His mind was already bewitched, and he couldn't concentrate on the boring movie at all.
He nestled his head against her neck, the sound of her no longer steady breathing filling his ears.
His eyelashes trembled slightly as he inhaled the sweet fragrance that filled his nostrils.
Her ears were already bright red.
Song Chuyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he savored the unique flavor that belonged to her.
He gradually became dissatisfied with this.
Mu Zhou tilted his head, managing to catch his breath briefly before his breath was taken away again.
Song Chuyu held her lips in his mouth, his tongue bringing waves of tingling, itchy sensation.
His large hand rested on her waist, the movement not forceful, even gentle, but the rough fingertips unique to men and the strong lines of their knuckles still made her waist feel weak.
At this moment, Song Chuyu was so gentle it was almost nauseating.
Mu Zhou was vaguely overwhelmed and took the initiative to press herself against him.
With just this slight initiative, Mu Zhou noticed that the large hand around her waist exerted some force, and she was almost lifted up.
Then everything spun around, and Mu Zhou was squeezed into this not-so-large single sofa.
Song Chuyu immediately pressed down on him, the dizziness still lingering.
During the half-dragging, half-hugging motion, the hem of her skirt unknowingly rolled up.
Mu Zhou's toes curled involuntarily.
Song Chuyu greedily sucked on her lips, and everything else.
"Zhouzhou, please hold me tight..."
He whispered in her ear, his voice like sand, grinding against her delicate skin and sending shivers down her spine.
Mu Zhou unconsciously hugged him tighter, her misty eyes shimmering with tears.
Her heart pounded inexplicably, leaving her momentarily lost in thought.
Just moments ago she was complaining that Song Chuyu was too gentle, but she quickly began to regret her initiative.
At this moment, Song Chuyu showed almost no trace of his former refined and gentle demeanor.
There was only endless plunder and invasion.
"Sweetie, Zhouzhou...baby..."
His voice was terribly hoarse, and he used almost every sweet word he could think of to coax her.
But no matter what, they refused to let go.
"...Song Chuyu..."
Mu Zhou's last memory of the cramped single sofa was her calling his name in a tearful voice.
And his hoarse voice saying "I'm here" in my ear.
*
Today is Song Chuyu's birthday.
But he was too energetic last night, and Mu Zhou, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, decided not to make him a cake.
She slept in bed until noon, only waking up when she was really hungry.
When she opened her eyes, Song Chuyu was already dressed and had just pushed the door open and entered.
"woke up?"
He returned to his gentle demeanor.
He even thoughtfully tucked the blanket around her and restrained himself by kissing her forehead.
He had the appearance of a virtuous gentleman.
Mu Zhou wouldn't even give him a second glance.
Human face and animal heart.
A beast in human clothing.
As if reading her expression, Song Chuyu chuckled and leaned closer.
"How about I bake you a cake? Just eat it."
"What else do you want to eat?"
"Would you like to wash up first? I started cooking seafood porridge this morning, and it's ready to drink now. Are you hungry? Would you like to have some?"
He didn't care whether Mu Zhou responded to him or not; he just kept talking to her through the blanket.
When the topic of seafood porridge came up, Mu Zhou's stomach rumbled.
He smiled and lifted the person up, placing them on his lap.
"Shall I carry you to the washroom?"
Mu Zhou's cheeks were already flushed, and she struggled to get up:
"No need for you."
He casually punched him in the chest twice before Mu Zhou got out of bed.
*
Song Chuyu's cake was a great success.
Mu Zhou only tried to participate when spreading the cream, but after realizing that he couldn't do it well, he immediately gave up and passed the task to Song Chuyu.
Seeing that the cake was actually taking shape under his careful application of the enamel, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his waist:
"How are you so amazing?"
Song Chuyu smiled and accepted her praise with ease:
"I've always had a strong learning ability since I was a child."
Mu Zhou felt a sudden burning sensation in his ears as he thought about last night.
Indeed, his learning ability is very strong.
They can also apply what they've learned to other situations.
It made her… Mu Zhou's face flush slightly.
Song Chuyu suddenly felt a pinch around his waist.
"Well……"
He looked at Mu Zhou with a puzzled expression, wondering what he had done wrong.
But they didn't dodge it.
Seeing her lips slightly pouting, as if she were angry, Song Chuyu tentatively said:
"Why don't you twist it again?"
Although I don't know why, I'd let her vent her anger as much as she wanted.
Seeing his submissive demeanor, Mu Zhou felt helpless and could only urge him on:
"Hurry up, I want to eat cake."
"it is good."
Seeing that she seemed to be no longer angry, Song Chuyu smiled.
After the cake was made, we made a wish, blew out the candles, and cut the cake—we didn't skip a single step.
Finally, the two of them took turns eating the cake.
Song Chuyu doesn't like cake, but at this moment, he also acknowledges the happiness brought by the sweet cream.
This was the first time he had made a serious wish.
He humbly prayed that his birthday wish would come true.
He wanted to spend his life with Mu Zhou.
*
After returning home, Mu Zhou collapsed on the sofa, unwilling to move.
The company has a promotion opening, and Mu Zhou is interested in it, so he has been very proactive lately.
Finally, her promotion was confirmed today.
All that hard work during this period wasn't for nothing.
She was too lazy to move when a sound suddenly came from the kitchen.
Mu Zhou looked over curiously and saw Song Chuyu carrying out a bowl of soup.
She blinked in surprise:
"You're back?"
Song Chuyu went to another city for an exchange meeting the day before yesterday and said he would not be back until tomorrow.
Mu Zhou thought it was her mother who had come.
Song Chuyu sat down next to her:
"I finished early in the morning and came straight back."
Actually, he could have been back by noon, so he could have cooked a meal and delivered it to Mu Zhou.
Unfortunately, the flight was delayed, and he didn't get home until the afternoon.
Song Chuyu was somewhat annoyed.
Fortunately, the soup was finally cooked.
"You've been too busy lately, you haven't been eating properly, and you're always staying up late. You need to replenish your energy."
Song Chuyu blew on the soup and fed her a sip.
Mu Zhou leaned back lazily on the sofa and drank it down.
The two got engaged six months ago and moved in together under the pretext of getting used to and adjusting to married life.
Over the past six months, she has become increasingly lazy and accustomed to Song Chuyu's pampering.
Just like now, she is savoring the delicious soup and enjoying his attentive care.
After drinking it all, Mu Zhou reached out her hand to him, and Song Chuyu sat down knowingly, pulling her upper body into his arms.
"Tired?"
He whispered in her ear, his heart aching with tenderness.
Mu Zhou hummed in agreement, then wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes and burying herself in his chest.
When she had rested and was about to take a shower, Song Chuyu did not let go.
Mu Zhou struggled twice but couldn't break free, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Song Chuyu ran his fingertip across the corner of her eye, brushing aside a few stray hairs.
"You're so tired, how could I bear to let you wash yourself..."
Mu Zhou blushed, and before she could struggle any further, Song Chuyu had already picked her up and carried her towards the bathroom.
"...Stop messing around."
Mu Zhou instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and glared at him.
He answered in a very serious manner:
"I'm not making a scene, I'm trying to help you."