Drifting Towards You

On the other side, Su Xiangwan left.

Li Xiaoxiao was taken back to the Sifu compound and ordered to face the wall and think about it for two hours.

The most frightening thing was that Si Mocheng was staring at her the whole time, making her feel like there was a poisonous snake behind her, and even her nerves had to be tense.

Standing for two hours with backache and backache, Li Xiaoxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, King Siyan was behind him, extinguishing the illusion that she suddenly collapsed on the bed.

"Come here." Si Mocheng stood in front of her desk and said in a deep voice.

Li Xiaoxiao rubbed the pink plush slippers, carefully stood two meters in front of him: "Uncle..."

It's okay not to look at it, and when he raised his eyes, he found that several cartoons wrapped in book covers on the desk had been exposed.

The light pink wrapping paper was removed one by one, and the front was also written in Chinese, mathematics, and English.

With a guilty conscience, he retracted his gaze, but he was facing his deep-cold black eyes.

She froze, and she was frightened.

Si Mocheng looked down at her condescendingly and approached her step by step.

Li Xiaoxiao was very scared, staring at his toes and stepping back.

She ran into the bookcase until she quit a few steps, and noticed that the bookcase swayed slightly, and then there was nowhere to go back.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him with red eyes, choked up and said, "Uncle, I know I was wrong. I will never read this kind of comics again."

When she choked, her voice was milky and milky, and she looked soft and tender like a little rabbit.

But Simocheng did not let her go, from top to bottom, unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

His buttons are tightly fastened to the top one.

She was a little sluggish, and as his firm and tight muscles were exposed to the air little by little, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, and she shook her head gently: "Don't... little uncle... don't..."

"No?" He looked at her deeply.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him with red eyes, his back pressed against the wall, eyes full of anxiety.

Half of the button was unbuttoned, he stopped, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you like to look at the abdominal muscles?"

She lowered her eyes and shook her head in a panic: "I don't like...I don't like it!"

He stared at her coldly, and asked in a deep voice, "Curious about the love between men and women?"

Li Xiaoxiao still shook her head, her legs trembling non-stop, if it weren't for the edge of the bookcase, she would fall to the ground almost at any time.

He leaned over, with a powerful man's breath on his body, like gunpowder smoke, and deep and cold.

"Xiaoxiao, I don't mind taking you to try."

"No... I don't want it!"

Her eyelashes trembled fiercely, and a teardrop rolled from the corner of her eye.

She looked at him anxiously, her heart engulfed by deep fear.

He... how can he...

He is her uncle.

How could he say such things, how could he...how could he want to do that to her.

Li Xiaoxiao's tense nerves were almost torn apart, and tears were dyed on her eyelashes.

Si Mocheng straightened up, stared at her and warned: "Xiaoxiao, you better behave."

"Otherwise, I don't know what I will do."

His eyes were deep, billowing smoke.

Su Xiangwan slept until the evening before getting up and eating dinner.

The whole person was a little sluggish, and his legs were soft when he saw Mu Beiting.

She ate dinner absent-mindedly, not because of anything else, but because there was no afterthought at home.

Mu Beiting glanced at her, but didn't think much.

I picked up some vegetables for her, and said solemnly: "Take you out at night."

Su Xiangwan hummed softly without comment.

Then it occurred to me that I could go out and buy the after-effect medicine. After all, I didn't take it the night before.

Calculating the time, it shouldn’t have passed seventy-two hours...