After knocking down five beastly men, the vicious female escaped

Chapter 128 Is it you?

A chill pierced Wen Shu's abdomen, and his pupils constricted as he staggered back.

Before she could stand firmly, her waist suddenly tightened and her back hit a hard wall of flesh.

The male's cold body temperature penetrated through the fabric.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her eyebrows to look, and sure enough, she saw a pitch-black snake tail with a cold glow, tightly wrapped around her waist.

"Step aside."

A deep male voice sounded coldly above his head.

The snake tail at his waist pulled hard, forcing Wen Shu to take a few steps back and fall directly into Wu Xuan's broad arms.

In the living room, Musil had an indifferent expression, and his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

The thick snake tail swept towards the fleeing guard fiercely, wrapping him tightly from head to toe, leaving only his face, which had been squeezed hard and turned the color of liver, exposed.

Wen Shu managed to stand steady, and when he looked up, he saw that Mu Xier was filled with murderous intent, with sharp eyebrows lowered, glaring coldly at Lu Di, "Your people?"

Stared at by his veiled gaze, Ludi glanced at the guard and said in a calm voice filled with surprise, "How could this happen? You are truly bringing shame to the city of Yasen!"

He turned to look at Wen Shu, his dark eyes filled with guilt, his facial expressions seamlessly shifting, "I'm sorry, Wen Shu, I trusted them too much..."

Ludi looked at the remaining guards, his calm voice tinged with anger. "I'll report this to my sister when I get back. You're truly disappointing!"

After saying this, Wen Shu couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

With just a few words, he cleared himself of all charges and put the blame on his competitors.

If she hadn't read the book, she might have been deceived by him.

Lu Di frowned and bowed deeply to Bai Rong, saying sincerely, "I'm really sorry, City Lord Bai Rong, but this is a family matter of Yasen City. I will give everyone an explanation in a few days!"

Faced with the apology from the heir of the main city, Bai Rong stood up hurriedly, not wanting to pursue the matter any further. She looked at Wen Shu with a slightly apologetic look.

Seeing that she was going to end the matter hastily, Musier's face became even colder. He swung his strong long tail, and the guard flew backwards, smashing through the high wall of the backyard.

His face was gloomy and he looked angry.

But his hasty action of walking straight towards Wen Shu and grabbing her and leaving seemed more like he was worried about something.

Wen Shu's wrist hurt from being grabbed, and she pulled it hard, but Mu Xier just grabbed her by the waist and hugged her, "Don't talk."

The male looked straight ahead, pushed aside Wu Xuan and Nan, and walked towards the second floor with steady but quick steps.

Wen Shu noticed the hand on her knee and avoided it as if to avoid suspicion, feeling confused.

She looked up and saw that his lips were tightly pursed, his jawline was straight, and his whole body exuded a cold and indifferent aura that kept strangers away. He even kicked the door shut, and a feeling of uneasiness welled up in her heart.

"Musil, put me down!"

As soon as Wen Shu finished speaking, the hand on her waist suddenly loosened. She was caught off guard and fell awkwardly onto the soft mattress. She was stunned for a second.

The sadness in my heart suddenly turned into annoyance.

She wanted to prop up her body, but before she could move, a cold touch quickly rushed up from the bend of her legs, and in a moment, wrapped her up like a dumpling!
"Musil, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Shu struggled hard, and her skin was hurt by the snake scales. She could only suppress her anger and glare at the male who was standing a few meters away from her with his arms crossed.

Musier's face was cold. He listened to her scolding him without any reaction. He just stared at her quietly.

Those inquiring eyes, hidden in the dim shadows, emitted a cold and fierce green light like a beast.

"Who are you?"

Three heavy words echoed in the darkening room.

Wen Shu, who was struggling, stood there in a daze, looking straight into his eyes. She caught a hint of hidden panic in his trembling pupils, and finally realized the problem.

She stared at him without blinking, a sour feeling welling up in her heart, and said softly, "Musier, it's me."

A breeze blew by, lifting the veil and covering her gentle eyebrows and eyes, making it hazy like a dream.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Musil's pupils shrank into needles, and the tight lines on his lips suddenly loosened.

"Wen Shu..."

Panic filled his eyes. He took two or three steps and knelt beside the bed, holding her tightly in his arms. His cold palms kept stroking her cheeks, "Wen Shu, is this really you?"

Musil's panicked face came into view.

His pale fingertips kept stroking the corners of her eyes, confirming something over and over again, "She hasn't come back, you're still here, right?" What exactly did that psychic orc show Musier?
Wen Shu's heart tightened and a warmth welled up in her eyes.

She raised her hand, pressed the back of his cold hand, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She coaxed him softly: "It's me, Musil, I'm here..."

A drop of hot tear splashed into the corner of the eye.

As if her identity had finally been confirmed, the pair of dark green eyes before him flashed with a heart-pounding joy, and then quietly filled with tears.

Wen Shu's brows twitched slightly, and she raised her hand to wipe away his tears, but the handsome masculine face enlarged in front of her eyes, and he kissed her lips tremblingly.

A quick taste, as if all the strength in the body was used up.

As he slowly stepped back, his cold and calm expression, like a broken mask, became shattered in an instant.

"Ashu, never leave me."

Looking at his tear-soaked face, Wen Shu's throat felt dry and tight, "No..."

She hugged his neck tightly, raised her face and kissed his lips, and whispered to comfort him: "Those are all illusions, she won't come back."

Still recovering from the fear of losing her again, Musil stared at her tear-red eyes through his dazed vision, and he could no longer suppress the long-standing impulse in his heart.

When the wet touch pressed against him again, he felt the warmth overflowing in his palm and finally didn't want to endure it anymore, "Ah Shu..."

The masculine warm breath lingered on the side of her face.

Wen Shu paused in her kissing, and the back of her head was held firmly.

Then, Musil's face instantly enlarged.

The lips were crushed hard and the breath was completely robbed.

Wet and salty tears slid down her cheeks and fell into this long kiss.

Wen Shu's lips were numb from the kiss, she was breathless and pushed away the hard chest in front of her.

The male stopped panting, but the dark eyes staring at her seemed to want to swallow her into his stomach.

Being stared at like that, Wen Shu, whose brain was deprived of oxygen, felt a sense of crisis.

Without waiting for her to catch her breath, Musil moved closer to her again.

A moist breath brushed past my ear, "Ashu, I want you..."

The male's voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.

Wen Shu's heart was beating wildly and fell into chaos again.

She turned to look at him and saw that the wet marks on his face had not yet dried. His dark eyes still concealed a hint of palpitations, and his mind was full of thoughts.

"Musil..."

She opened her lips, wanting to refuse politely, but as she looked at Musil's gradually dimming eyes, a complex impulse surged in her heart.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back and hesitantly hugged his neck.

The male in front of him frowned slightly and held his breath.

In his sight, which was shaking violently due to his heartbeat, his stern brows were filled with cautious tenderness.

The lips were gently touched.

His large palm stroked her delicate shoulders and slowly pulled them down.

The cold air enveloped the body.

Wen Shu shuddered, and when she looked up again, she saw Musier's firm and full chest holding her down on the bed.

She lowered her head nervously to look, and when she saw his appearance clearly, her dizzy mind suddenly became a little clearer.

Is this... is this really okay?
Sensing the tenseness of her body, his hand lingered gently on her waist.

Musier leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll take it slowly..."

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