Chapter 229 - Enchanted (2/2)

He seemed to have gotten thinner after the fever and his facial features appeared more well-defined. If you were to just look at his appearance, he definitely had the ability to charm any woman.

Wasn’t she almost charmed by him too?

Nan Zhi suppressed the jealousy that was slowly showing itself in her heart. She straightened her back and walked in front of the man with a frank expression. “Mr. Mu, what do you want exactly?”

What was he doing here instead of going to look for his Xue’er, or the beauty that he ate at the restaurant with? Not only that, he was so presumptuous to just come here and take over their rooms! How ungentlemanly!

Nan Zhi was a lot fairer than the average Chinese female. When she was angry, her milky white skin became a little flushed and her eyes lit up and flashed with fire.

Seeing her ire, his Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze moved from Nan Zhi’s flushed face to her rising chest. His abdomen tightened and he lifted his hand to take away the cigar between his thin lips. Without a word, his imposing body moved towards her.

The strong and refres.h.i.+ng smell of male hormone flooded her and it brought with it a heart-throbbing charisma. On instinct, Nan Zhi moved back a few steps. However, her slender waist was grabbed by the man’s large palm within the next second as he held onto her soft body.

With practised ease, a calloused thumb caressed her soft waist over her s.h.i.+rt. Even without trying, he could smell the faint womanly scent on her. He blew the strands of hair on her cheek as his s.e.xy thin lips approached her ear. Laughing lowly, he responded bluntly, “To do you.”

Nan Zhi lifted her hand, wanting to slap his handsome face when she heard his obscene words.

“Mu Sihan, don’t talk to me like this. Save it for your beloved Xue’er!”

Even now, the way he called for Xue’er again and again in that affectionate tone, seemed like a tight invisible slap on Nan Zhi’s face, when he told her he only cared for her.

She almost gotten played by him again!

Furrowing his straight eyebrows, Mu Sihan grimaced when he heard Nan Zhi mention Xue’er. His deep orbs darkened.

What did she say?

A bitter smile filled with self-ridiculing appeared on Nan Zhi’s lips when she saw his expression. “Since you like that woman so much to call out for her so affectionately, even in your dreams, why don’t you get her back? How much does a fake copy like me, look like her, that you can’t bear to leave me alone, even after you’ve thrown me away?”