Chapter 1577

“What’s wrong?” Mu Lingchuan not only didn’t let go, but rather, he held her tighter.

He…

hadn’t held her in a long time.

To be precise, except for that night in the car when he took her countless times.

In the following days, he didn’t hold her at all.

This girl turned her back on him and wouldn’t even let him touch her.

He’d never known his desire for a woman could be so intense.

Ever since he had her, that feeling had grown increasingly nostalgic.

Mu Lingchuan lowered his head and was about to kiss Zimo’s face.

Zimo was a little startled, still thinking about how to get off Mr.

Mu’s lap.

Unexpectedly, in just a moment of distraction, he had already kissed her.

She froze for a second, as those thin lips landed on her face and then moved towards her lips.

The warm touch made her heart tremble slightly, but she quickly remembered what she was doing.

Her hands fell on his chest, and her right hand instinctively formed a fist.

If it were someone else, this fist would have hit long ago.

But he was Mr.

Mu…

and if she hurt him again…

In the midst of her hesitation, Mu Lingchuan’s lips had already sealed her small mouth, kissing her forcefully.

“Mmm…” Zimo’s fist pressed against his chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to punch him.

Whenever she wanted to resist, she’d remember he was Mr.

Mu, the one she vowed to protect and not harm.

But Mr.

Mu shouldn’t take advantage of her either…

“Mmm mmm…” In the end, without knowing why, when she tried to punch in protest, her fist had already lost all its strength.

Soon, the inexperienced Zimo went completely limp in Mu Lingchuan’s arms.

She never expected that someone as tough as her would also turn soft as a pile of mud.

The kiss lasted for a long, long time.

Until Mu Lingchuan himself was nearly suffocating and fainting, he finally, reluctantly loosened his hold on her.

Seeing the woman blushing and collapsed in his arms, Mu Lingchuan’s mood started to improve.

“Why don’t we get married?” Suddenly remembering what Uncle had mentioned before, Mu Lingchuan said lightly.

Zimo, however, was startled by him.

She had been kissed into a daze but sobered up in an instant.

This time, she quickly slid off his lap and retreated a few steps away.

She turned her gaze back on Mu Lingchuan, whose expression was unreadable, unsure whether he was joking or serious.

“Am I that scary?” Mu Lingchuan said, a bit helplessly.

The way she was looking at him now was exactly how one would look at a perpetrator.

He shouldn’t…

look so terrifying, right?

If Uncle hadn’t brought it up, he really wouldn’t have thought about it.

After all, marriage, to a man just 25 years old, seemed too soon.

But thinking about it now, marriage didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

This girl, dodging away after just one kiss—if they were married, couldn’t he kiss and hold her openly?

Most importantly, he could take her to bed.

Just thinking about her slender, tender form made Mu Lingchuan’s blood boil.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt marriage would be a good choice.

He looked at the girl who was still stunned, staring at him like she’d seen a ghost.

Mu Lingchuan cleared his throat softly, temporarily not commenting on her expression.

He gazed at her face, spoke slowly yet firmly.

“You’ve toyed with my body and ruined my purity. If you don’t marry me, isn’t that avoiding responsibility?”