Drifting Towards You

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Beiting raised his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on her light blue pajamas, a little deeper.

Su Xiangwan stood there, a little embarrassed.

What is this situation?

Why didn't that heart seem to open, to check whether he saw it or not.

Su Xiangwan only felt that this feeling was like a knife hanging on his head, not knowing whether to chop or not, it was really tormenting.

"Do you...do you want to take a bath too?"

Seeing that the shirt on his body is still wet, although it is not dripping, it sticks to his body, which must be very uncomfortable.

"Great."

Mu Beiting got up and put the review book on the coffee table.

Su Xiangwan didn't react until he walked into the bathroom.

That's it... forget it?

Su Xiangwan was confused and could not figure out his mind.

But he didn't know that Mu Beiting couldn't make a half-fire at her, even when she painted the top of his head as a grassland that day, he even endured it.

...

Su Xiangwan rubbed his nose and turned back into the kitchen.

Well, people still have to be aware of current affairs and can't push their noses on their faces.

So she decided to treat the two of them. After all, it was physically exhausting to cry and shout after a day of filming.

What's more, it is rare for the big devil to let go of the past, and she has to please his stomach.

Humming a little tune, began to make preparations.

On the other side, Mu Beiting was in the small bathroom, standing under the shower but feeling a little lost.

In fact, these days, his insomnia is getting more and more serious, and his temper is getting more and more irritable because of bad rest, but when he sees her, his anger disappears, and even his temper is much reduced.

Turning to look at himself in the mirror, the bloodshot eyes are scarlet.

He couldn't help but feel an urge to kidnap her home, whether he could hold her and he could sleep firmly.

After more than twenty minutes, the sound of water slowly stopped.

He was about to wipe his body with a towel, but found that she had taken away all his supplies.

In the small bathroom, only a light pink solid-color towel hung, and a set of her underwear and bottoms hung on the side...

Mu Beiting pulled the towel down easily, couldn't help but glanced at her little clothes, and lowered his eyes slightly.

The towels were very soft, as if they were softer than every one he had used, with a faint scent, and smelled good.

After putting on a set of navy blue pajamas, he had a thought in his heart that kept haunting him.

He wants to sleep here.

She frowned and wiped her hair with a towel.

He was a little dissatisfied.

Is he crazy, or his brain is flooded.

I want to sleep in this small house.

He lowered his eyes slightly and came out of the bathroom.

He must be wrong, he comforted himself like this.

After taking a shower, Mu Beiting returned to the bedroom, did not see Su Xiangwan's figure, but saw the small single bed at a glance.

I automatically calculated the probability of two people lying down together in my mind.

After a few seconds, his brow furrowed deeper.

His gaze turned to the sofa aside.

Um... it looks a bit short, and the legs are almost the same when curled up.

However, he can't even sleep on the specially-made royal soft bed. He sleeps on this sofa with his legs not straight, can he really fall asleep?

After frowning and thinking for a long time, Mu Beiting turned his head and looked at Su Xiangwan's movement.

Seeing that she seemed to be in the kitchen, he closed the bedroom door quietly.

Then I sat on the sofa, looked left and right, and finally lay down, wanting to measure how far my legs can stretch.