Wen Mingyu subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, but unexpectedly saw Mu Zhan's eyes were bloodshot, his forehead had bulging veins, his face was very ugly, full of violence and coldness, and he looked like he was about to kill someone.

Wen Mingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately wanted to hide, so as not to be noticed by Mu Zhan, lest she become the unlucky guy who would be angered.

But everything happened so fast, Mu Zhan noticed him immediately, his eyes with violent anger fell on him, and he walked towards him.

The astonishing pressure is like a giant wave, rolling in layer after layer, forcing people to the point where they can't breathe. It's also like a huge pressure, making it difficult to stand, and they can barely control their legs and fall down.

Wen Mingyu sat on the stool and did not fall down because her body was weak.

Within a few seconds, Mu Zhan arrived in front of him. His tall figure cast a shadow against the light, shrouding Wen Mingyu in it.

The closer you are, the more oppressive you feel.

Wen Mingyu stiffened, terrified of what might happen next.

Mu Zhan came over wrapped in evil aura, as if something terrible was about to happen. He leaned over and stretched out his hand towards Wen Mingyu. Wen Mingyu was so frightened that he thought he was going to strangle her and kill her, and the hair all over his body exploded.

, wanted to jump up and run away, but found that hand - picking up a peeled grape and eating it into his mouth.

…?

Wen Mingyu was completely stunned.

This is simply like playing a game to the end, opening the door with a death wish, thinking that you will see an extremely difficult and brutal boss, but when a fierce battle is about to happen, there is only a small little one inside.

Slime, a soft ball, like jelly, with squinted eyes, was sleeping lazily - "Huh~"

The contrast was so great that he forgot to react.

After a while, Mu Zhan had already eaten half of his peeled grapes. As if he disliked him for not moving, he grabbed his wrist, put it on the unpeeled grapes, and ordered in a cold voice: "Continue."

Wen Mingyu: "...Oh."

I really continued to peel the grapes.

But if one eats a grape in one bite and the other peels the grapes, how can he keep up with the speed?

Soon, Mu Zhan finished eating the peeled grapes and his eyes fell on Wen Mingyu's hand.

Wen Mingyu's body stiffened and she tried to speed up, but being stared at made her even more nervous and unable to peel off, so she stumbled a bit.

Wen Mingyu's hands are very beautiful, with well-proportioned joints, slender and white, holding dark purple grapes, which are as delicate and smooth as white jade. Anyone who looks at him will probably be reluctant to let him do things, but Mu Zhan seems to be different.

.

Just when the grapes on Wen Mingyu's hand were peeled off to the last bit of skin, Mu Zhan seemed impatient to wait any longer, so he grabbed his hand, put it to his mouth, and ate the grape.

The grape was pinched between Wen Mingyu's fingers. In this way, it would naturally be easy to bite his finger. Wen Mingyu clearly felt that his fingertips touched a touch of warm moisture, which made him want to go back.

He shrank, but his wrist was held and he couldn't move.

What's even worse is that Mu Zhan, whether intentionally or not, took away the juice from his fingertips when eating the grapes.

A soft touch brings a tingling sensation.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but curl her fingers slightly and her eyelashes trembled.

Mu Zhan was eating grapes, but his eyes were staring at him, like a ferocious beast staring at its prey, trying to chew him up and devour him.

A strong sense of crisis rushed up and exploded in Wen Mingyu's mind. Mu Zhan ate the grapes without letting go of his hand, biting his fingers as if he wanted to eat them too.

Wen Mingyu did not dare to struggle rashly, but said: "Your Majesty, I will continue to peel grapes for you."

Mu Zhan stared at him for two seconds, then slowly let go of his hand. Wen Mingyu immediately retracted his hand, picked up a grape, and pretended to be attentive and busy.

After Mu Zhan ate the grape, the bloodshot eyes dissipated, and his gloomy and cold expression softened. He slowly became calm and returned to his usual expressionless look.

Then, he straightened up and walked to the door, giving Zhao Dequan some instructions.

As soon as he walked away, Wen Mingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his body immediately softened, and he just wanted to lie down on the table and not move.

There was a faint sound of conversation at the door, intermittent, but Wen Mingyu could barely hear who Mu Zhan was giving an order to kill.

He should be the person related to the memorial just now.

Wen Mingyu asked herself to think of something else, but don't listen. It would do no good to know.

After Mu Zhan came back, he continued to read the memorial and did not eat any more grapes, leaving Wen Mingyu to eat by himself.

Wen Mingyu was not polite, he was almost scared to death just now, how could he not eat something to calm down.

He stuffed a grape into his mouth, bit into the pulp, and the juice splashed in his mouth. It was as sweet and delicious as he thought.

Wen Mingyu squinted his eyes and found comfort in the delicious food.

After eating several grapes, he finally remembered that his finger had been bitten by Mu Zhan, so wasn't there something on it...

Wen Mingyu's expression went blank for a moment, her mood was complicated, whether she wanted to eat or not.

He paused for a few seconds, secretly wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, stared at the faint bite marks on his fingertips for a few seconds, then looked away, pretending that nothing had happened, and continued eating.

After eating the grapes, Mu Zhan asked him to go back.
Chapter completed!