Drifting Towards You

The picture is dark and yellow, as if dreams are filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

The sky was spinning, dizzy and dizzy.

Then there was the entangled body, a strange embrace.

Su Xiangwan's brows wrinkled and tightened, and beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.

"No...no...no!"

She murmured nervously, and Dou's big tears fell unconsciously in her sleep, becoming more and more turbulent, as if she was stuck in some mud.

"No...no...can't do this!"

Looking at the men and women on the bed, Su Xiangwan yelled like anxiously mad, trying to wake himself up on the bed.

But she was still entangled with Han Che, as if she couldn't hear her own voice at all.

Su Xiangwan was anxious and couldn't help but tears fell down.

How could she...how could she be struggling with Han Che, how could she betray Mu Beiting, how could she do such a shameless thing!

No, it's not possible, it's not possible.

"Late night, late night! Wake up." Not long after Mu Beiting fell asleep, he heard uneasy crying beside him.

When I got up and turned on the wall lamp, I saw the little things next to me curled up into a ball, muttering something in his mouth, the tears on his face, it was pitiful that I couldn't tell.

"Late night..." Mu Beiting placed a big hand on her shoulder and whispered to her.

"Don't... don't do this..."

Watching this scene, Su Xiangwan only felt an unprecedented despair.

But no matter how hard she tried to call her, the self in the dream was still entangled with Han Che.

"Late night!" Mu Beiting's voice became a little harder, and the pinch on her shoulders became stronger.

His voice and the pain on her shoulder made her slowly wake up. There were still tears on her face, looking at him blankly, as if she couldn't distinguish between reality and dream.

"Mu Beiting..." She whispered softly, the mist on her eyelashes hazy her sight.

But under the dim light, she could still see his outline.

It's not Han Che, it's him.

There is no Han Che, only him.

Seeing her wake up, Mu Beiting sighed in relief, hugged her tightly in his arms, and softly comforted: "It's okay...It's okay."

Su Xiangwan came back to his senses, lowered his head and buried him on his shoulders, holding him tightly but tears kept streaming.

She was still choking, her thin shoulders trembling lightly.

He hugged her tightly, rubbed her forehead with his handsome face, and whispered: "It's okay, it's a dream."

Su Xiangwan didn't know how long he had been crying, so that the shoulders of his pajamas were soggy, but he still held him tightly and refused to let go.

Mu Beiting patted her gently, and said warmly: "I'll pour you a glass of water."

Su Xiangwan shook his head, his small face was still pale, he didn't speak, but he didn't let him go.

Mu Beiting couldn't, so she left it.

Su Xiangwan slowed down for a long time before gradually calming down.

Just leaning in his arms, the whole person is a little awkward.

It's a dream... so it's just a dream...

Fortunately, it is a dream.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes lightly, and there was a twitching pain in his heart. The feeling was more suffocated and sad than the poisonous hand of Song Ziming before.

But how could she have such a dream?

How can I dream of myself and Han Che...

Thinking of this, Su Xiangwan's face paled again, feeling that she simply couldn't forgive her.

He is so good, how could she have such a dream.

The little thing in his arms was rare and well-behaved, but also a little lifeless. Mu Beiting's eyes were very heavy, and his big hand stroked her hair with comfort.

I don't know how long it took before Su Xiangwan raised his head to look at him. His eyes were clear and black because they cried.