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Hearing Wen Xincheng's words, Chu Luo felt slightly embarrassed. She apologized, "Auntie, I'm really sorry. I've been too busy recently and haven't had the time to come back and visit you."

From the moment she married into Bei Mu Family, Wen Xincheng had always been concerned about her, just like her mother.

Bei Muyi looked at Chu Luo discontentedly, but he didn't say a word. Chu Luo noticed and smiled politely, meekly calling out, "Dad."

Her soft and adorable voice was like cotton candy. When she called out to Bei Muyi, the coldness on her face dissipated.

However, he could not care less and could only reply with a heavy "En".

Knowing that Bei Muyi insisted on losing face, Wen Xincheng pulled Chu Luo along and sat beside her. "Luo, it's rare for you to come back. Can you and Muchen stay here tonight?"

In this huge old house, she and Mu Yi were staying together. Wen Xincheng often felt lonely, and it wasn't easy for her to find someone to talk to.

Wen Xincheng hoped that Chu Luo would stay behind to accompany her.

Chu Luo didn't know how to answer this question. As far as she knew, Bei Muchen rarely stayed in the old house.

Even if he was forced to come back, he would leave on the same day.

However, Wen Xincheng's concern for her made Chu Luo unable to say anything. Her heart was tangled as she occasionally looked towards Bei Muchen.

Bei Muchen held the silver knife in his hand. The joints on his fingers could be clearly seen. His face was like frost, and all his hopes were placed on him alone.

Bei Muchen ignored everything, as if he didn't hear what happened just now.

"Bei Muchen, you …"

"Forget it, as long as the child is back." Wen Xincheng interrupted Bei Muyi before he could finish his words.

Bei Muyi looked at Bei Muchen in disappointment, "Bei Muchen, your aunt treats you so well. How long are you going to last?"

The knife and fork smashed into the porcelain plate.

"You …" It has nothing to do with your aunt. "

"Whap." Another light sound rang out. Bei Muyi's words were cut off once again. The person who spoke was Bei Muchen.

Bei Muchen's expression was a bit uglier than before. His gaze was like ten thousand years of ice, bone-piercing to the point of being terrifying. He looked at his father, "You don't have the qualifications to mention my mother."

With that, Bei Muchen stood up and left.

"Bei Muchen, Bei Muchen."

Faced with such a sudden scene, Chu Luo was a little dazed. Seeing that he was about to leave, she hurriedly chased after him. "Auntie, don't worry. I'll go talk to him."

After the couple left, Wen Xincheng looked at Bei Muyi and said, "Why are you bringing this up? Don't you know that your sister is troubled by Muchen?"

"Xincheng, I did love you dearly. This brat has never given you any face since you were young."

"So what? I don't care. Muyi, I'm already very satisfied with what I have. Give Muchen some time, don't keep forcing him." Her gaze was somewhat sorrowful. She did have a part of the fault for what happened back then.

It was natural for Muchen to hate her.

Seeing that, Bei Muyi got up and wrapped his arm around Wen Xincheng's shoulder, "Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. You don't have to bother with him, okay?"

"Yes." Wen Xincheng held his hand.

"Bei Muchen, Bei Muchen, wait for me." Bei Muchen walked very fast. Chu Luo, who was wearing high heels and a long skirt, was hard to catch up to him.

As she was descending, she accidentally missed a step and fell to the ground. "It hurts." The pain made her cry out.

Bei Muchen heard Chu Luo cry out in pain. He turned around and saw Chu Luo sitting on the floor. Her eyes were red, and she was kneading her ankles with her hands.

He knew things were not going well, so he returned to check it out.

"What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"

Chu Luo's sharp side profile swayed a little in front of her, but his voice was a little cold with concern for her.

Chu Luo pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing. I just accidentally fell down."

After confirming that everything was fine, Bei Muchen glared at Chu Luo. "Why did you follow me out? You're still running around in your high heels." Fortunately, it was only a scratch.

If he sprained again, his foot would be crippled.

Chu Luo felt wronged and followed him out with good intentions, fearing that something would happen to him. In the end, she even got scolded by him. When her stubborn temper rose, she retorted with an unfriendly tone, "Isn't it because …?"

She was about to say she was worried about you, but Chu Luo stopped midsentence.

"Because of what?" Bei Muchen stared at her.

Chu Luo's gaze flickered. "It's nothing."

Seeing that she didn't dare to look at him, Bei Muchen slightly curled his lips. A seductive and cold fragrance wafted between Chu Luo's nostrils as he directly carried Chu Luo, who was on the ground.

"What are you going to do?"

Chu Luo was shocked by the sudden rise in the sky. Her arm subconsciously wrapped around his neck.

Bei Muchen carried Chu Luo back to the car, enveloping her in the carriage. Chu Luo shrunk her neck and said, "Don't be reckless, this is the house."

Chu Luo recalled how she had a fever and how this shameless girl had taken advantage of the situation.

low sex. Feeling the thick smile spreading across her face, he confined Chu Luo, forcing her to lean on him as a constant stream of fragrance wafted out from her body.

The intoxicating red wine was intoxicating.

"Luo, what did you want to say just now? Tell me." He placed his hand on Chu Luo's back, breathing hot air on her neck.

It was itchy, and waves of numbness went from the soles of his feet to the nerves in his brain.

Chu Luo quivered as she pushed him away with her palms, "Bei Muchen, we've done this before, you can't touch me." Under these circumstances, Chu Luo didn't want anything to happen.

Her slender fingers hooked up to her chin. Bei Muchen purposely moved closer to Chu Luo. His skin, which was whiter than a woman's, was shining brightly.

The distance between the two was so close that even their eyelashes could be seen clearly.

Chu Luo's heart was beating rapidly, as if it was going to jump out from her chest. Her face was blushing, and her thin lips were covering her lips as if she had gotten what she wanted.

His kiss was gentle and rough.

For some reason, Chu Luo didn't feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, she felt a little nostalgic and her hand slowly stopped on Bei Muchen's back.

'Luo, Luo '

Just as Chu Luo was about to sink into the quagmire, a gentle voice in her head pulled her thoughts back. Chu Luo abruptly snapped out of her daze.

Chu Luoxin pushed away Bei Muchen, who was caught off guard, with her handsome face that was just inches away from him.

She panted heavily, her eyes blinking as if she had done something indiscernible.