Marry Me Quick

Chapter 595

Chapter 595 Turning the Table

Half an hour had passed by the time Muchen arrived home.

Meanwhile, Ziyue was lost in thought. She only realized that Muchen had returned when she heard the car door opening.

To conceal her guilty conscience, Ziyue asked, "What took you so long?"

But Muchen seemed engrossed in his thoughts and unaware of her.

Ziyue quietly observed him at one side.

With lips pursed, Muchen sat down and remained spaced out. Ziyue had a lot on her mind as well. Seeing that he was deep in thought, she refrained from interrupting him.

The two of them returned to Mogwin Castle in silence.

However, as soon as they arrived, Yuchuan sent someone to call Muchen over.

But, Muchen frowned and refused outright, "I won't go."

He turned around and handed a box to Ziyue, warning her, "If you dare to call him, you and he will both be dead!"

Then, he strode to the study room upstairs.

Ziyue watched him disappear and then looked at the box in her hands.

She was taken aback and guessed it could be a phone inside the box.

True enough, it was the latest model of a famous phone brand. It came with complete functions. The design of the phone was elegant and delicate, perfect for women.

Why did Muchen gift her a phone?

He gifted her a new one. Then, what about the existing one?

No, she should focus on why Muchen took her out again and gave her a new phone...

He had previously said the phone was meant to be a toy for his pet.

Ziyue was shocked by her own thoughts. She must have gone crazy! How could she have such an absurd idea?!

She hesitated for a while before taking the phone and heading upstairs.

Standing outside the study, Ziyue wanted to knock on the door but changed her mind. She turned around, went back downstairs, made a glass of fresh juice, and went upstairs again.

Ziyue knocked on the door of the study. She directly entered the room without Muchen's approval because she knew he wouldn't respond anyway.

"I got you a glass of juice." Ziyue placed the juice before him and stood there staring at him.

Muchen was reading a document. He glanced at her and the glass of juice before him when he heard her words.

To his surprise, she brought him a glass of plum juice. He was choked by the sour and sweet aroma of the plum juice.

Muchen glowered, pointed at the glass, and said disdainfully, "Take it away now!"

"Why don't you take a sip first? It tastes pretty good. These sour plums were all flown in. We don't have them here." Ziyue said with a smile. She walked up to him, picked up the sour plum juice, and kept offering it to him.

She wouldn't stop pushing it to him no matter how Muchen dodged her relentless attempt.

Muchen called out with a long face, "Ziyue!"

Ziyue acted as if she hadn't heard but still held the cup to his lips, "Just take a sip. I specially made it for you."

She did it on purpose. She knew most men had a deep-seated aversion to sweet and sour food.

Muchen probably saw through her intention. He turned his head away with a cold snort, looking revulsed.

Ziyue rolled her eyes at him, lowered her head, took a sip from the glass, straightened Muchen's face with her hands, and kissed him.

Muchen was caught off-guard by her action. He froze as he didn't expect she would kiss him.

His shocking reaction was precisely what Ziyue wanted to see.

All this while, she had been tortured by Muchen.

Of course, it was mainly in the form of mental and psychological torment. Now, seeing Muchen's shocking reaction made her happy, as she had outdone him this time.

Taking the opportunity that Muchen was stunned, she quickly pried open his lips and transferred the sour plum juice into his mouth. His disadvantaged position caused him to tilt his head back and drink it all down.

With her objective achieved, Ziyue tried to pull away. But there was no turning back once the flame was ignited.

A strange emotion flickered in Muchen's eyes. He reached out and forced her down on his lap.

Seeing the cryptic emotions in his eyes, Ziyue became a little scared. She writhed and whispered, "I...I need to go to the bathroom!"

Muchen mounted his eyes on her, with flames seemingly burning in the depths of his eyes, but his voice was unusually calm, "Is it urgent?"

As he spoke, he gently stroked her hair like petting an animal.

Ziyue nodded frantically, "Yes, very urgently!"

Muchen listened to her and smiled inscrutably.

Ziyue hoped he would let her go, but Muchen chuckled and uttered, "Hold it in."

"Hold it in?"

She had over-esteemed him. She was sorely wrong about Muchen because he was just... despicable!

Muchen blithely looked at her awkward, apprehensive reaction. He wrapped her waist with one arm and stroked her back with the other. Then, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips.

Ziyue was still shorter than him even though she was sitting on Muchen's lap. And Muchen was so aggressive and dominant to force Ziyue to tilt her head and accept his kiss.

Ziyue tried to struggle and escape, but she realized that Muchen had restrained her.

She remembered he would always do this every time they kissed. It was as if Muchen feared that she would leave him, hence the dominance.

Muchen's kiss was domineering yet lingering. He only stopped when he noticed Ziyue was getting out of breath.

Ziyue was panting. She looked away, blushing like the crimson sun.

In fact, she just wanted to test if Muchen still cared and wanted her...

After all, Muchen hadn't initiated intimacy with her for some time already.

Ziyue had always been reserved in this kind of matter. Earlier, when she kissed him, she did it with a retaliatory mindset. Now that Muchen had kissed her back, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Just then, Muchen fixed his gaze on Ziyue as his eyes lingered from her captivating eyes to her pouty lips. Her awkwardness, the look on her face as she dodged his gaze, lulled him to savor her inside out.

Neither of them spoke, and the room was still and quiet. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Ziyue felt uneasy, not knowing whether to continue sitting on his lap or to get up and leave. But she couldn't escape either way.

Suddenly, Muchen stood up while holding onto her. The next moment, he swept everything off the desk and placed her on it. Ziyue's heartbeat raced, frantically anticipating what Muchen would do to her. It wasn't because she fancied the titillating idea, but mainly because Muchen was someone who...