Marry Me Quick

Chapter 596 A Popular Topic on the Move

As expected, as soon as Ziyue sat down, Muchen reached out and tugged her clothes.

He had little patience. With just a few tugs, her thin summer clothes came off and scattered on the floor.

"You..." Ziyue hugged herself and bit her lip vulnerably. She just wanted to test Muchen and didn't expect to end up

doing this with him here.

There was a flicker in Muchen's eyes as his gaze fell on her chest. He effortlessly lifted her arms from behind and

clasped them together. Then, he leaned over and kissed her neck.

The skin on her neck was smooth and sensitive.

Ziyue bit her lip, trying not to make any sounds and restraining her gasping to prevent Muchen from noticing her

reaction. Meanwhile, Muchen's hands slid along her curves, then leaned over her ear and whispered, "Are you still

able to hold it in?"

This double entendre sounded like he was intentionally exposing her lie about needing to use the bathroom while

also referring to her current plight.

His voice sounded exceptionally sensual and caused her heartbeat to quicken.

Muchen kissed her ear and repeated the same tactic. He whispered, "You don't have to hold it in. I won't make fun

of you..."

He said he wouldn't make fun of her, but his tone already hinted at a joke.

Ziyue didn't know where her inexplicable self-confidence came from.

Ziyue couldn't be more annoyed and bit his neck. Realizing she might have bitten him too hard, she quickly

loosened her jaw.

It seemed like no matter what, she could never outsmart Muchen.

So, she could only take advantage of moments like this to bite him and vent her frustration.

He wouldn't bite back anyway.

Or, at least, she knew he wouldn't hurt her.

Ziyue was baffled by her own inexplicable confidence.

Muchen winced in pain. He took a sharp breath and hissed. Suddenly, he sat up and leveled his predatory gaze

against Ziyue.

Seeing Muchen's ravening looks, Ziyue was alarmed.

The way he stared at her was as if a beast had trapped its prey within its grasp just before the feast.

At this point, Ziyue was terrified. As if trying to beg for his mercy, she draped her arms around his shoulders and

gently showered him with kisses.

Ziyue knew Muchen well enough to know he was susceptible to tenderness but coercion.

However, she didn't know he was aroused and couldn't hold it any longer.

Ziyue's tender overtures worked exceptionally well on Muchen but also tested his self-control.

His body stiffened, and hands descended from her waist to her buttocks, exerting a little force...

"Um…"

Ziyue groaned, frantically resisting him by pushing him away.

Muchen was rowdy. The more Ziyue tried to get rid of him, the more he refused to let go of her.

At last, Ziyue learned what it meant to dig one's grave.

She faltered and let Muchen carry her back to the room.

After coming out of the study room, she was afraid of bumping into the servants, so she buried her head in

Muchen's arms along the way to the bedroom.

But the journey back to the room seemed like an eternity for Ziyue as Muchen took his sweet time and ambled to

the room.

Eventually, they arrived in their room. Ziyue quickly got down from Muchen's embrace, rushed into the bathroom,

and slammed the door shut.

Once inside, she quickly locked the door. Ziyue leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she started to run the bathwater after ensuring no sound outside the bathroom.

What had just happened back in the study room was beyond her expectation.

Muchen had been acting cold lately. She thought he had lost interest in her body.

But she had just been proven otherwise. He lusted for her body more than before.

Meanwhile, Muchen stood in the middle of the room, hands on his waist, frowning with his eyes mounted on the

bathroom door.

Well, well. This woman hasn't learned at all.

She would feign submissive to plead for her mercy when she had done something wrong. But after she was granted

a pardon, she locked him out of the bathroom.

Ziyue wasn't afraid of him at all! On the contrary, she was audacious! The more Muchen thought about it, the

angrier he became.

He found a small hairpin in the drawer of Ziyue's dressing table. Then, he walked over to the bathroom and

unlocked the door after two clicks.

Ziyue stared dumbfounded as she watched the man invade her space. How could she have forgotten that Muchen

was clever and shameless, who knew all sorts of trickery!

"You want to take a shower too?" Ziyue faked a smile and glanced at her bath towel. She stealthily gauged if she

could sneak past him and grab the towel without getting caught.

Muchen saw through her intention.

He closed the bathroom door with one hand while heading for the bathtub, unbuttoning his shirt with the other

hand.

Before Ziyue could get out of the bathtub, he casually uttered, "Go ahead if you wish to stay in bed until tomorrow."

Of course, she bowed out of her plan after receiving his threat!

Ziyue had to swallow her pride and share a bathtub with him. As one could expect, Muchen exploited her during the

bath.

The shower took quite a while. By the time they came out, it was already time for dinner.

They went downstairs and saw Zheng standing in the living hall, probably waiting for Muchen.

"Master Muchen, Mrs. Qin, the Earl has asked me to invite you to dinner together." Zheng bowed respectfully.

Ziyue had unwittingly become a popular topic in the Mogwin Castle ever since Zheng started addressing her as Mrs.

Qin.

She didn't usually go out in the common area, but she knew all the women were discussing her.

When Zheng said that Yuchuan invited them over for dinner, she instinctively turned to look at Muchen.

Muchen was nonchalant. He didn't respond as if contemplating.

He then said, "My wife is feeling unwell. Please tell Grandpa I will see him tomorrow."

With that, he led Ziyue to the dining hall.

Ziyue followed Muchen, thinking he was more composed when talking to other people than when he was with her.

At least he wouldn't hesitate to use her as an excuse to decline Yuchuan's invitation.

Obviously, Zheng couldn't say anything more. And Yuchuan would naturally understand the meaning behind his

words.

As for Muchen, he knew he could do and say whatever he wanted without any scruples with Zi Yue.