Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan gave him a white look, his cheeks still seemed to have been smudged by the setting sun, with a blush, and when he looked at him, his eyes were shiny and moist.

Mu Beiting only felt that his heart was filled with something, the original cold, hard and frost all softened like a puddle of spring water for a moment.

He straightened up and leaned forward, tightly enclosing her from behind.

Perceiving his movements, Su Xiangwan's back was slightly stiff, but within a few seconds, he gradually relaxed again.

Mu Beiting put his hands around her waist and shook hands in front of her.

I just felt that the waist was slender and unbearable.

He hugged her tightly, and pressed his side face lightly on her soft hair, his attitude was not affectionate.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly, and could feel the temperature of his chest, as well as the familiar faint, clear breath on his body.

Well, there is no messy perfume smell, it's pretty good.

She shifted her center of gravity back a bit, closer to him.

"Late night..." Mu Beiting whispered to her, and kissed her neck slightly with the momentum, and it was a bit out of control.

Su Xiangwan felt itchy and hid, "Don't make trouble."

Mu Beiting was a little wronged, but he stopped, his chin lightly pressed against her shoulder, a little greedy for this feeling.

Perceiving his small movements, Su Xiangwan's lips bend a few minutes.

Still the same as before...

But I have to say that she doesn't like it.

When she heard of his amnesia, she didn't know how uncomfortable it was.

Even later, in a dream, several times dreamed that he looked indifferent to himself, without any affection at all.

She couldn't cry by herself, she didn't know how many tears she shed.

Now being held in his arms, he only feels extraordinarily practical and everything is fine.

Raising the corner of his eye, his gaze fell on the painting in front of him.

It is a Christmas tree drawn by a nine-year-old child. It is very good, really very good. It is covered with small bells, Christmas hats and various gifts.

And Su Xiangwan thought, he is her gift, the best gift.

The two stood on the screen, with no one by their side, even overly intimate.

Many media and reporters secretly took photos.

All kinds of titles flew in my mind, no matter what is good or bad, white or black, at this moment, I just want to say that standing together is really eye-catching for these two people.

It is estimated that when this photo is sent out, even if Hei Su Xiangwan is to betray his feelings, but this photo can still be a strong circle of fans.

Some people are not reconciled and want to take pictures that are uglier.

After all, there are no people who are three hundred and sixty degrees beautiful enough to have no dead ends, they really don't believe in this evil.

But after shooting around, I found out that there was no way to take an ugly photo.

So that in the end some people understand that it is not that the film is really not ugly, but that the feeling between the two is too good, there is an inexplicable sour smell of happiness that makes people enviable and jealous, so that it can't be concealed.

After the wave after wave of sneak shots ended, someone could not help but talk in a low voice.

"Su Xiangwan doesn't know what ecstasy soup he has given to Mu Shao, and Mu Shao refuses to let it go as soon as he sees her."

"But I heard that Meng Xiaolan is the young lady of the Mu family. Su Xiangwan cruelly abandoned him at the beginning, so why does he still have the face to come back now?"

"Yeah, it's this kind of damage to other people's families? But Mu Shaoke is really affectionate, and he is so angry that he can't wait to slap Su Xiangwan a few times."

"What's the use of your anger? I didn't see Mu Shao and didn't give it away."