3266: C3266 Dreamlike Plume

C3266 Dreamlike Plume

Mu Zihan's face flushed red as she said this, her heart thumped in her chest. Xuan Xuan fell asleep, with no external interference. The living room appeared unusually quiet, while the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. There were two peach blossoms in her eyes, and as the spring breeze blew by, the towering peaks rose and fell, causing the perfect curves of the mountain peaks to appear all the more bewitching and enticing.

Mu Zihan didn't know how beautiful she was or how seductive she was. In front of Yang Ping, she was shy and nervous, even a little self-abased. She was a woman with a daughter, and there were flaws in her, so she never hoped to get anything from Yang Ping. She had always been quietly doing business, suppressing the love in her heart, and even after the last time they collided in the bathroom, she still acted like nothing had happened and lived a peaceful life.

When Mu Zihan returned from her midnight dream, she realized that it was impossible. She wanted to completely wipe Yang Ping out of her heart and turn him into a form of torture. She used to have Xuan Xuan, and she felt that life was incomparably fulfilling. She didn't need the relationship between a man and a woman to be nourishing and satisfying. But now that they met again, Mu Zihan's inner feelings exploded. She walked slowly, staring at Yang Ping as she mustered the courage to send out an invitation.

Yang Ping looked at Mu Zihan with a surprised expression.

"Okay, go ahead."

Yang Ping nodded and continued to think.

Disappointment flashed across Mu Zihan's eyes as she smiled wryly in her heart. Many thoughts popped up in her mind. So it turns out that he had not taken a serious look at her since he entered the door. Maybe I wasn't good enough to make him miss me.

He turned around and entered the bathroom. Mu Zihan's figure was extremely bleak, causing people to feel pity for her.

Half an hour later, Yang Ping woke up from his thoughts and realized that Mu Zihan was still in the bathroom. He shook his head and smiled.

However, Mu Zihan still did not appear after another ten minutes. Yang Ping was astonished. If he stayed inside for too long, would he feel lack of oxygen?

"Sister Mu."

Yang Ping went to the bathroom door and called out, "Sister Mu, I need to go to the toilet." He was too embarrassed to ask directly if you had finished your shower, so he could only find a reason to go to the toilet. Strangely, Mu Zihan didn't respond.

Yang Ping's heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself, Nothing will happen to him, right? Mu Zihan had yet to recover from Qiu Xiaozhi's kidnapping. Plus, she was still shaken up, so it was hard to avoid tension in the bathroom. There was too much mist in the bathroom, and the air was thin, making it easy for her to breathe. Yang Ping had trouble using his perspective to see what was going on inside, so he asked, "Sister Mu, can you give me a reply first?"

Still no response.

Yang Ping frowned and thought to himself, saving someone was more important. As for whether or not he would care about other things, what would Xuan Xuan do if something happened to Mu Zihan? He pushed open the bathroom door forcefully and walked in, saying, "Sister Mu … "Eh …"

After entering the bathroom, Yang Ping was stunned.

Mu Zihan did not faint, but sat in the bathtub, blankly looking at the shower of flowers above her head. Mu Zihan did not faint, but sat in the bathtub, blankly looking at the shower of flowers above her head.

"You …" When Mu Zihan saw Yang Ping come in, not only did she not scream, but she was also happy. She seemed to understand what Yang Ping was thinking and became excited. It's something else. "

Mu Zihan was happy. As long as Yang Ping was interested in her, it was a good thing. No matter what posture Yang Ping liked, under what conditions, he could try. As long as Yang Ping liked it, he could negotiate anything.

Yang Ping stood awkwardly in the bathroom. Although it was just a quick glance at Mu Zihan's body, her mesmerizing charm was like a ripe peach. He had never seen a woman with Mu Zihan's mature and seductive temperament.

"I …"

Yang Ping forced a smile and said, "I was worried that something might have happened to you, so I called you for a long time and you didn't reply. I thought you were fainted in the bathroom," seeing that Mu Zihan's eyes were watering, Yang Ping inwardly scolded himself for being a bastard.

"Wait!"

Mu Zihan's weak voice came from behind. Yang Ping was stunned, but he did not turn around and asked, "What's wrong?"

A pair of hands climbed onto Yang Ping's shoulders.

Mu Zihan blushed and used her trembling hands to pull Yang Ping over. Then the two of them faced each other honestly. Yang Ping only needed to look down to see everything about Mu Zihan. In the misty fog, it was full of allure.

"Let me help you..."

Mu Zihan gasped for breath as she spoke nervously. The lust in her eyes could melt any man.

Yang Ping's mind was in turmoil. He knew what Mu Zihan meant and could not help but feel nervous.

Sister Mu's meaning was very clear. As long as he was willing, he would be able to obtain her body. From Sister Mu's reaction, she could do anything with him.

But could he accept it?2

As Yang Ping was getting excited, he suddenly thought of the Heaven Destroyer, how would any woman who had connections with him look like now?

No!

A stern voice emerged in Yang Ping's heart. Mu Zihan wasn't Zhu Xi or Ming Zhu, she had her own life. She was an ordinary person. If she were to be involved in the conflict of the martial arts world, she would die without a burial ground.

Pushing Sister Mu away, Yang Ping escaped from the bathroom: "Sorry. I can't. "

Sister Mu's crying came from the bathroom.

It was full of sorrow, causing one to feel pity for it.

Yang Ping sat back on the sofa and sighed in his heart. Saving Mu Zihan and her daughter was already over the line. Right now, he didn't even know what the punishment would be. Even Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu couldn't escape, let alone Mu Zihan.

Whenever Yang Ping thought of the Zhu Xi he saw in the emergency room, his heart would ache inexplicably. That was no longer Zhu Xi, and from the inside to the outside, she was no longer the real Zhu Xi. His Nine Yin Body had completely disappeared, and the way Zhu Xi looked at him was as if she was looking at a stranger.

The expression of surprise and indifference was exactly the same as when they first met.

Yang Ping could not bear the blow. He did not even turn around to look back, not even daring to return for an extra glance. He was afraid that he would be implicated in the memory of the scar deep within his heart, bringing back blood. It was the same with Mu Zihan. Yang Ping couldn't bear it.

However, the crying in the bathroom made Yang Ping's heart soften.

He heaved a long sigh, feeling exceptionally distressed.

The hardest thing to accept is a beauty's kindness.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Zihan finished putting on her clothes and walked out of the room with her head lowered. She didn't dare to look at Yang Ping and that sad figure touched her heart. Yang Ping couldn't help but say, "Sister Mu, come over here."

Mu Zihan stopped walking and said softly, "I'm tired. I want to go to bed first."

His tone contained disappointment, self-pity, bitter smiles, grief and despair …

Mu Zihan was a very conservative woman. If she fell in love with a man, she would give him her heart and soul, so she wouldn't take the initiative to express her love.

However, Yang Ping's actions had deeply hurt him.

Mu Zihan was disheartened.

The greater the courage, the greater the damage, the easier it was to sink.

Yang Ping felt bad and sighed: "Sister Mu, come sit over here. I'll tell you why I can't take you, okay?"

Mu Zihan's delicate body trembled.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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