Drifting Towards You

The phone rang for a long time, until it hung up automatically, and Mu Beiting did not answer it either.

Su Xiangwan frowned and called again, but this time, the phone was directly hung up.

Su Xiangwan sat on the sofa, looking at the phone in a daze.

After thinking about it, I thought he was probably busy, but didn't think much about it.

He didn't come back until midnight near zero.

Su Xiangwan was a little angry, and WeChat sent him a message asking where he was.

After waiting for a while, his message came back.

Only two words, busy.

Su Xiangwan's anger disappeared a bit and asked him when he would be back.

But this time, there was no news.

After taking a shower, Su Xiangwan lay down on the bed and memorized the script for a while, intending to wait for him to come back.

But I was busy all day and my eyelids were heavy.

Before long, she fell asleep, frowning her eyebrows, and seemed very restless.

midnight.

Su Xiangwan slept in a daze, only feeling that something was pressing on him.

It's like something is biting his mouth, smearing alcohol.

He opened his eyes in a daze, facing his reddish eyes.

The bedside lamp was not turned off, and he was still cold, he was sucking and kissing her lips, his tongue churning and licking in her mouth.

She dropped her hand gently on his forehead and drew her hair upwards.

He smells strong of alcohol and tobacco.

"Drinking." She spoke softly, a little painful.

He stared at her without saying a word.

A few seconds later, she pressed her soft lips fiercely again, biting wildly.

It's like catharsis.

It's like revenge again!

"Um... it hurts..." Su Xiangwan subconsciously muttered, tears overflowing with pain.

He ignored her and clasped her hand.

From the lips to the neck, and on the collarbone... I kissed her over and over again.

There was a faint smell of alcohol between his lips and teeth, and his kiss became deeper and deeper, and he repeatedly bitten.

At first, she tried to respond a little bit.

But in the end, it was completely passive and it was difficult to breathe.

He is like a mad beast, desperately drawing on her, a little rough.

I don't know how long it took, and both of them were panting.

His desire began to clamor, reaching the heart of her legs.

He stopped slowly, buried his head in her neck, and said nothing.

Su Xiangwan gently stroked his hair, and said warmly, "Doesn't it hurt? I'll let Rong's mother make some sober soup for you."

His eyes were reddish, and he slowly raised his head to look directly at her.

Under the warm light, the woman's eyebrows were gentle, as if he could not escape the fate.

Oh, but why can she be like nothing happened?

Why is she not even sad at all?

His eyes were a bit cold, and there was a bit of depressed pain.

Su Xiangwan frowned slightly, holding his handsome face in a small hand, and whispered softly: "What's the matter?"

Mu Beiting sneered and took her hand away.

Suddenly got up and said coldly: "No need."

When the words fell, he turned and went into the bathroom without looking back.

Su Xiangwan slowly got up and looked at the time.

It was half past two in the morning.

what happened to him?

Why is she pregnant as if he had pregnancy syndrome?

Is it possible that men will also have this problem?

Su Xiangwan took out his cell phone and checked it carefully.

Until he came out of the shower, she put down the phone and poured him a glass of warm water, and puffed her mouth slightly dissatisfied: "I call you, but you won't answer."

Seeing the water she handed over, he didn't take it.

My heart felt like a huge stone was pressed, and it was difficult to breathe.

Su Xiangwan looked up at him and couldn't help but said, "What's wrong with you, is it uncomfortable?"

A sneer flashed in his eyes: "What's the matter? You should not know better than me!"