Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 498 - 496 She Doesn’t Want to Be Abused_1

Chapter 498: Chapter 496 She Doesn’t Want to Be Abused_1

Xiaoxiao tugged at the corner of her mouth and yanked off the towel covering half her face. Staring at the man sitting lordly in front of the dressing table, she felt a flare of annoyance that quickly turned into a smile as she leaned in...

He was the boss, what he said goes...

It was Xiaoxiao’s first time drying Zisu’s hair. His hair was very dark and thick, but not particularly long – and it suited him perfectly...

Pretending it was unintentional, she kept bringing the towel to Zisu’s face, once, twice, without him saying anything. But when the towel brushed his handsome face again, Zisu suddenly turned his head, furrowed his brows tightly, and stared at her unyieldingly, as if he could strangle her with his glare...

Xiaoxiao chuckled awkwardly and tossed the towel aside, picking up the hairdryer with a smile, "Time to blow dry..."

Zisu, however, curved his lips mischievously, "Hold it steady. If you accidentally burn me, prepare to sign up for disability benefits..."

Xiaoxiao’s burgeoning mischief evaporated instantly with Zisu’s words.

Forget it... She didn’t want to be mistreated, she wanted to live a peaceful life.

The whirring sound of the hairdryer filled the quiet bedroom as Xiaoxiao took extra care this time, fearing she might accidentally singe Zisu’s hair.

Her slender fingers moved through his thick hair as Zisu, gazing indiscernibly through the mirror, watched Xiaoxiao carefully tending to his hair.

She looked serious, her eyes were calm, and upon a closer look, there was a soft smile at the corner of her eyes...

Zisu’s heart softened in an instant. He never imagined that just watching her dry his hair so intently could bring him such immense satisfaction and joy...

And in his heart, he couldn’t help wanting this satisfaction and joy to continue forever...

"All done..." Xiaoxiao panted, finally finished.

Drying his hair was like handling fine gold thread, nerve-wracking.

But overall, it felt pretty good... Xiaoxiao couldn’t help thinking to herself.

Zisu ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times and then stood up from the stool, satisfied.

He then spoke to Xiaoxiao in his underhanded way, "Ten minutes!"

Xiaoxiao understood what he meant just by the look in his eyes, she chuckled, "I’ll go wash in my room, it’s getting late, you should rest early too..."

"Don’t let me repeat myself..." Zisu’s tone was light as the breeze.

But to Xiaoxiao, it sounded like an absolute command.

After privately griping for a moment, she pursed her lips and headed toward the bathroom.

Seeing Xiaoxiao’s reluctant expression, Zisu’s brows furrowed involuntarily. This woman was becoming bolder!

In order to meet Zisu’s ten-minute deadline, Xiaoxiao hurriedly rinsed off, wrapped a towel around herself, and rushed out of the bathroom with another in hand. Why did it feel like she was racing against time?

Stepping out of the bathroom, her eyes flicked to the side, and her face instantly flushed red again, for she saw what appeared to be her nightgown and undergarments by Zisu’s side.

She looked heavenward, speechless. Did Zisu have a penchant for admiring women’s undergarments?

That thought sent a shudder through her, surely it couldn’t be true...

Then she proceeded, very uneasily, toward the dressing table...

Her hair was very long, and blow-drying it took longer than her actual bath time, but oddly enough, Zisu didn’t rush her this time.

Since she couldn’t see the bed through the mirror, Xiaoxiao didn’t know what Zisu was up to. Anyway, when she had come out earlier, he seemed to be reading some documents.

She had no idea that while she was coming out, Mu Zisu was indeed looking at documents, but after she emerged, his gaze had been fixed on her the entire time.

Watching her graceful figure and captivating long hair, Mu Zisu felt as if those hair ends were like light touches on his heart, gentle and ticklish...

It must be said that Xiaoxiao had several times drawn out the thoughts within his body...

Yet the moment he remembered her extreme reaction that night, his eyes couldn’t help but narrow.

As Xiaoxiao set down the hairdryer and turned around, she saw Mu Zisu leaning against the bed, gazing at her intently without moving an inch.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her ears started to feel hot. He... he couldn’t have been staring at her the entire time, could he...

Feeling somewhat unnatural, she brushed her hair aside. Her slender, jade-like fingers moved through her pitch-black, waterfall-like hair, and that gesture, in Mu Zisu’s eyes, was damnably beautiful...

"Aren’t you going to change clothes, why just stand there like a fool?" His gaze deepened as he spoke coldly to Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao inwardly curled her lip at his words, quickly walked to the bed to grab her clothes, and left...

"Change right here..."

Mu Zisu’s sonorous voice suddenly made Xiaoxiao freeze in place, her composure vanishing in an instant.

"Um... I’ll just go..."

"Otherwise, you don’t have to change at all..." Mu Zisu stared straight at her, his tone laden with threat.

The meaning was simple: either change here or don’t and just go to bed wrapped in a towel.

Xiaoxiao twitched the corners of her mouth, Tyrant!

She was now certain that not only did he have a fetish for admiring women’s intimate clothing, but he also had a strange penchant for peeping at women changing!

She stood her ground, glaring at the man by the bed radiating an imperial aura.

Mu Zisu slightly raised his eyebrows, unmoved by her silent protest.

Xiaoxiao let out a frustrated sigh, deciding it was just changing clothes—what did it matter where it was done?

If it had to be done, then so be it...

She held her clothes and walked to the other side, sitting on the bed with her back to Mu Zisu, and slipped the nightgown over her head first. For the first time, she felt there was some benefit to typically wearing a one-piece nightgown—at least it didn’t expose much when changing in front of a man.

Mu Zisu found her actions amusing, thinking it strange that she was marked by him and yet she still avoided changing in front of him. Didn’t she realize how much her behavior annoyed him?

After Xiaoxiao had finished changing clothes, she finally took a long breath of relief...

Mu Zisu, who had turned around at some point, was now watching her, "Come over here..."

Xiaoxiao’s ears heated up, her face involuntarily flushing red.

She shuffled a little closer...

"Stretch your foot out..." Mu Zisu commanded.

Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment. Why did he want her to extend her foot? After walking barefoot for a while that night, the soles of her feet had formed a few small blisters; she didn’t want him to see them.

"Stretch it out..." Mu Zisu’s voice now had a hint of impatience.

With no other option, Xiaoxiao wiggled her toes and then timidly stretched her foot out...