Drifting Towards You

"Don't dare, I won't dare to kill." Su Xiangwan bit his lip, but he didn't accept it.

Hearing the sound, Mu Beiting's expression eased a bit.

As soon as he escaped from the clutches, Su Xiangwan hurried into the bathroom and looked at his shoulder in the mirror.

Um... red and swollen.

She thought she was really going to heal her injury this time.

Sure enough, there is a price to be paid.

At this moment, Mu Beiting looked at her fleeing back, and the whole person fell silent.

What's wrong with him lately, as long as he thinks of her words just now, he feels his heart is blocked.

After tidying up the kitchen, Mu Beiting took a hot water pipe for her. After all, she was a woman, and cold water was not good.

It was dark, Su Xiangwan lay on the bed and watched the script.

Not long after, I heard his movement.

Su Xiangwan turned over, turned his back to the door, and didn't intend to ignore him.

Bastard, bite so hard.

She decided to ignore him during this time.

Mu Beiting glanced lightly at the little things on the bed. She was wearing pink pajamas and facing him with her round buttocks. She was holding the script and watching, as if she was going to ignore him to the end.

He didn't speak either, walked to the sofa and took a few documents and looked down.

The documents were only sent by Shang Wen. He decided to sleep here and asked Shang Wen to send the tools for repairing the water pipes together with the documents he would use tomorrow.

The light in the room was very warm, with a faint quietness, only occasionally the sound of turning the pages of the book could be heard.

After reading the script for more than an hour, Su Xiangwan couldn't help taking a peek at him.

It's okay if I don't look at it, my little face suddenly flushed a bit.

The tight and powerful arms, the perfect eight-pack abs and the mermaid line, coupled with that handsome face that is so angry that people and gods, will not let people watch the script carefully after all!

Thinking like this, Mu Beiting seemed to be aware of her gaze, suddenly raised his eyes, and his deep gaze was facing her in the air.

She was caught upright, and quickly avoided a little bit.

"You...you put on your clothes."

"What?" Mu Beiting asked indifferently.

Su Xiangwan sat up from the bed, his hair was a bit messy, but his face became paler and more pleasant.

"I always feel... if you don't wear clothes..."

"what?"

"It feels like you are going to be a hooligan."

Su Xiangwan bit his lip and spoke, feeling weak.

In fact, it was not that he really felt like a hooligan, but that he was too tempting, afraid that he could not help but want to do something to him.

Hearing the sound, Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows and said: "If you are really playing a hooligan."

Su Xiangwan's face blushed slightly, and his eyes flowed softly: "If you are really playing a hooligan to me, then I will...follow you."

Mu Beiting breathed, his throat tightened a bit.

Did she know that her words seemed to be an invitation.

Even if she obviously didn't do anything, it made him instantly feel an urge to do something to her.

Seeing his eyes become more intense, Su Xiangwan was vaguely disturbed.

But when he thought of his dysfunction, he relaxed again, and said with sorrow: "It's getting late, I'm going to bed."

As he said, he put down the script and fell asleep with his back to him.

Mu Beiting's face is a bit ugly, what does she mean?

Go to bed after teasing up?

And whether the sentence just now implies something.

But in fact, Su Xiangwan didn't think so much, just felt that he couldn't play rogue to himself, so he never followed, that is to say.

Seeing that she really started to sleep, Mu Beiting was very angry, feeling like a fishbone stuck in his throat, choking uncomfortably.