Drifting Towards You

Rong Chen first unplugged the drip after coming in, and then took a look at his condition, took off a lot of monitoring instruments and said, "You take good care of him, and I will come back tomorrow."

After a few steps, he paused.

The black eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses looked up and down at Su Xiangwan, and slowly said, "He can't exercise vigorously now."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, his face flushed when he reacted.

Mu Beiting was a little dissatisfied and threw a pillow to Rong Chen and talked a lot.

Rong Chen caught it, his expression still faint.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of the nose, warmly said: "Come on."

After the group left, only Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting were left in the house.

Su Xiangwan blushed and returned to the bed, looking at some men who were still awake, and whispered, "Are you hungry? Would you like to eat some..."

Before she finished speaking, he lazily raised his eyes, his eyes deep.

Su Xiangwan gave a slight meal and swallowed something to eat.

He grabbed her by one arm and let her go to bed: "Sleep for a while."

She let him: "Aren't you hungry?"

He put his chin on her shoulder and lazily said: "You want to feed me?"

Su Xiangwan shut up obediently, and didn't dare to ask him if he wanted something to eat, and didn't dare to ask him if he was hungry.

Mu Beiting leaned a few minutes, his big hand on her waist.

Su Xiangwan frowned and pressed his big hand: "Don't make trouble."

He didn't open his eyes either, and said slowly: "Check, have you lost any weight."

He touched the soft flesh on her waist, which was thin and slippery, without a trace of cellulite, and could not hold it.

Su Xiangwan's cheeks were reddening, thinking that he was now severely disabled and could not do anything, so he closed his eyes and ignored him.

Unexpectedly, someone never knew how to accept it.

Seeing her silent, she started to get worse.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes quivered: "Be honest, you still can't sleep."

Fingertips touched the buttons on the back, his warm breath sprayed into her ears, and he said lowly: "You are not comfortable late in the evening."

"Yep?"

"I'll take it off for you."

As he said, he propped up and slid one hand from her waist to her back to untie her underwear.

Su Xiangwan was suddenly caught in his arms, and Su Xiangwan's face was hot, and he gently pushed him: "Don't make trouble, you still have injuries."

A thin layer of sweat oozes from the tip of his nose, I don't know if it is because of the wound.

The big hand fell on the button, but did not untie it at all.

His eyebrows were frowned, a little irritable.

"Mu Beiting..."

Before she could speak, he suddenly turned her over and turned his back to himself.

The T-shirt was pushed to the position of the butterfly bone, and the pink buckle was clearly seen.

This time, he unzipped it neatly and stretched his eyebrows.

Su Xiangwan trembled all over, trying to push him away: "Mu Beiting, you behave..."

The hair on his forehead was slightly damp, and his eyes darkened a bit.

Seeing him lose control, Su Xiangwan pushed him a little harder: "Mu Beiting, you promised me!"

He was already injured, and he didn't have much strength.

She pushed him aside.

He pursed his lips and looked at her coldly, his angry eyes flushed.

Still not working...

Seeing his pale face, she felt a little distressed.

After staring at him for a few seconds, trying to explain something, he just wanted to speak, so he turned his back to her.

Angry.

Su Xiangwan was stunned, and she swallowed the words that came to her lips.

A few seconds later, she sighed lightly, and gently hugged his waist from behind: "Are you angry?"

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

She was slightly hot on her cheeks, and whispered in his ear: "Wait for you to get better."