Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 550 The Republic-era Miss Who Admitted Her Mistake to Her Arranged Marriage (21)

Mu Zhou was still a little confused.

She instinctively clutched her collar and blinked blankly.

Shen Yucang's eyes darkened as he slowly approached, kneeling on one knee beside the bed. He gently stroked her cheek with his large hand, wiping away the remaining tear stains.

Mu Zhou's clothes had a tear at the back of her neck, revealing a section of her fair neck.

Shen Yucang's eyes trembled. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't help but linger.

In the military, a place where men congregate, he heard a lot of lewd talk and knew a bit about romance.

He had heard of this type of clothing.

The special fabric and cut ensure that the fabric can be easily torn by pulling.

It stimulates people's destructive desires.

So when Mu Zhou explained it, he understood.

Shen Yuncang remained silent, his eyes fixed on Mu Zhou.

His hand was still pressed against her cheek, his fingertips gently kneading the corners of her red eyes.

Her wet, trembling eyes met his gaze.

Her pitiful appearance made Shen Yucang's throat tighten.

"Are there any injuries?"

"……No."

Mu Zhou guiltily looked away.

She is clearly lying.

Shen Zuncang naturally didn't believe it. He moved his large hand up to gather her messy hair, and finally slowly moved it to the back of her neck:

"Listen to me, the doctor will be here soon. Where are you injured? Let me take a look."

His hands were burning hot, and his voice was hoarse.

After a moment of confusion, Mu Zhou suddenly regained his senses.

With a "smack," she struck Shen Huocang's arm mercilessly with her palm.

"You don't touch me!"

There was disgust and fear in her eyes.

Now that they know they are not engaged, they naturally cannot cross any lines.

But Shen Juncang was not willing to accept this.

Upon learning the truth, she avoided him like the plague.

She won't let him touch her, so who is she planning to let touch her?

Shen Congjun?

Oh, dreaming.

Shen Huocang's chest heaved violently, and a sense of danger spread through his eyes.

He leaned closer to Mu Zhou, closing the distance between them once again.

"It's not like we haven't seen it before, why are you hiding?"

His tone was flat and even somewhat nonchalant, but a closer look revealed that he was practically gritting his teeth as he spoke.

He seemed extremely angry.

Mu Zhou was so angry by his words that her face turned red and her eyes welled up with tears.

"You, you bully me."

She naturally thought of the intimacy he had once shared with Shen Yucang.

At that time, she thought Shen Qucang was her fiancé, and that they would get married sooner or later.

She felt shy about those intimate gestures, but she also enjoyed them.

Now that she knows Shen Qucang is not her fiancé, how can she face their past intimacy again?

She wished she could find a pillar and bang her head against it, smashing her head so she could forget everything.

She wanted to escape, but Shen Yucang naturally wouldn't allow it.

He almost touched Mu Zhou's nose, his tone cold and indifferent:

"How did I bully you? Didn't you like those things too?"

He held her by the back of her neck, preventing her from escaping:

"Don't you like it, huh? Want to try and recall it?"

Mu Zhou's eyes widened in shock at the fact that he had said such a thing.

Before she could react, Shen Yucang flipped her over and pinned her down.

Mu Zhou's clothes tore again during the process, exposing half of her shoulder.

Shen Yuncang's eyes turned bloodshot; he could no longer bear the shock.

As his rapid breathing subsided, Mu Zhou subconsciously shrank his shoulders.

The rounded shoulders were marked with marks, the wetness slowly tracing across them.

Mu Zhou's muffled groan almost spilled from his lips.

She bit her lip hard, her eyes growing increasingly red.

But the person on top of her showed no intention of letting her go.

Shen Yucang held her hands, his heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

After exposing everything, he desperately wanted to prove that Mu Zhou's feelings for him would remain the same.

She was attracted to him as a person, not to his status as her "fiancé".

But Mu Zhou's performance was exactly as he had prepared for in the worst-case scenario.

She no longer wanted to be close to him.

She had no intention of showing him any of her former gentleness and coquettishness.

To whom will she leave all of these?

Almost no thought.

A woman of such feudal traditions as her naturally wanted to leave all of this to her fiancé.

Thinking of this, Shen Yucang could barely control his strength.

His blood was about to burst from his pulse, clamoring to possess everything she had, to keep her by his side, and never let her escape.

His kisses lingered, making her voice break as she refused.

The tension that had been building up for so long finally snapped, and he no longer had any reservations.

“Zhouzhou, it’s me, Shen Qucang…”

"...Remember, I am Shen Juncang."

His kisses grew more and more intense, stealing Mu Zhou's breath.

She was bound tightly, with absolutely no chance to resist.

Realizing this, she stopped resisting, but silently bit her lip and shed tears.

They looked so pitiful.

"Young Marshal, please don't do this... I'm scared."

Such a pitiful plea.

She was so scared that she didn't know what to do.

How could she have mistaken someone for someone else?

She even had such intimate contact with him.

Her upbringing inevitably made her feel ashamed and unable to face it all.

What should we do next?

She trembled uncontrollably, her sobs muffled and intermittent.

Shen Yuncang froze.

She could no longer bring herself to ignore Mu Zhou's resistance.

He stopped, braced himself on his arms on either side of her, and slowly raised himself up.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, trying to suppress the burning sensation and throbbing in his body.

"Why are you crying?"

How could Shen Yucang not know why she was crying?

It's simply that they're unwilling to accept it.

Mu Zhou remained silent and did not look at him, still crying uncontrollably.

Her nose was red from crying, and her temples were wet with tears.

Shen Yucang's heart softened and melted into a puddle of water from crying.

He sighed and helped Mu Zhou sit up.

He let her sit in his lap and gently stroked her back.

"It was my fault, I won't scare you anymore."

Mu Zhou cried even harder.

Shen Juncang realized that he really couldn't do anything about her.

He was completely controlled by the little woman in his arms; all his joys and sorrows were under her control.

But he still enjoyed it and was unwilling to let go.

After a long while, Mu Zhou finally stopped crying.

When she opened her mouth again, her voice was still very strained with sobs:

"I want to go home, please let me go home, okay?"

Her soft, sticky voice was the way Shen Chucang loved her coquettish tone the most.

But at this moment, she used such a gentle voice to say words that broke his heart.

He selectively ignored her and patted her back lightly again:

"Sweetie, go to sleep first."

After she wakes up, slowly let her accept all of this.

Perhaps it's because I experienced too much today, or perhaps it's because I've been crying for so long that I'm feeling exhausted.

Mu Zhou quickly fell asleep.

While she was asleep, Shen Yucang gently undressed her and checked her again to see if she was injured.

Seeing the bruises on her knees, he kissed her tenderly and applied the medicine.

Throughout this process, Mu Zhou remained sound asleep, showing no signs of waking up.

Shen Yucang assumed she was exhausted, so he gave her some instructions and left.

Unexpectedly, she developed a fever in the middle of the night.

At this time, Shen Qucang was still in prison.