Drifting Towards You

In a dark room, there was only a faint light of fire on the sofa.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the room, and he knew very well what she was pointing at.

Su Xiangwan raised his eyes when someone came in suddenly.

Even with the light on his back, he can still be easily recognized.

Turning on the lamp on the coffee table, Su Xiangwan looked at him and said, "Have you taken the medicine?"

Mu Beiting just stared at the cigarette in her hand without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan retracted his gaze and said indifferently: "Go to bed early. If you are sick, you should avoid second-hand smoke."

Mu Beiting didn't know how he felt at that moment.

She held the cigarette in a very good posture, but he could tell at a glance that she was holding it skillfully.

The slender lady's cigarette became alluring between her fingers.

But he just felt that his heart hurts.

Birongchen stabbed him with a hundred needles, and it still hurts.

Seeing him staying still, Su Xiangwan smoothly squeezed out the cigarette **** in his hand, got up and walked towards him: "What are you looking at? I'm feverish and stupid."

He pursed his thin lips lightly and his eyes were deep.

Su Xiangwan gently pushed him and said: "Don't want to climb the bed again, go back to sleep quickly."

Mu Beiting's dark eyes were deep and he just stood still and watched her without speaking.

Su Xiangwan reached out and touched his forehead: "I still have a fever, go back and take medicine."

Mu Beiting pursed his thin lips lightly, and a few seconds later he said in a hoarse voice: "Why smoke?"

Su Xiangwan paused, then laughed, extremely charming: "The plot needs to be chanted, I am a dancer from the old Shanghai period, and I must smoke."

Mu Beiting stretched out his hand and said solemnly: "Give it to me."

Seeing his slender and clean hands, Su Xiangwan was slightly startled: "What?"

He just watched her silently, his eyes getting deeper and deeper, like a deep pool, and like a whirlpool.

Su Xiangwan lightly sighed, turned around and handed the cigarette into his hand.

Mu Beiting raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes were deep, and he turned and left.

As soon as he left, Su Xiangwan closed the door tightly.

She fell on the sofa, a little lost.

Okay, Mu Beiting's eyes just now were really so scary, as if he was about to eat her.

After Mu Beiting took the cigarette case and returned to the room, he turned his head and threw the cigarette through the window.

This night, he lost sleep again.

Two days later, Mu Beiting's illness was completely healed.

But obviously, he feels right.

In the name of the three chapters of the covenant, hello, me, hello, everyone, someone suddenly became alienated from him.

She was still clever tongue, and still behaved to him.

Even, she still occasionally held his arm to act like a baby, and still softly coaxed him when he was angry.

But Mu Beiting could still clearly feel that this woman had become alienated from him.

She seemed to have erected a thick protective shield, wrapped herself into a silkworm chrysalis, and was invincible.

And Mu Beiting pretended to be ignorant of this.

...

After a few days of rest, the marks on his body became lighter.

Su Xiangwan had to continue to get up early and rushed to the crew to start work.

Mu Beiting still sent her off, and couldn't get rid of it even if he wanted to push it.

On the way to the crew, Su Xiangwan lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, his other hand was grabbed by him and kneaded.

After a few days, she was unable to.

Strictly guarding him did not take advantage of her anymore, but she couldn't escape with this hand.

"Su Xiangwan."

"Yep?"

Mu Beiting was silent for a few seconds, and she turned her head to look at him.

"I seem to like a woman."

Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, and then nodded: "Well, I wouldn't think you like men if you don't say it. Love|hand|fiction!"