Drifting Towards You

After signing the name neatly, the two went to take photos.

When going through the corridor of the shooting room.

Su Xiangwan looked at the cold-looking man walking on his side, hesitated and said, "Mu Beiting, would you like to take off your jacket? It seems to be more suitable for taking pictures..."

Mu Beiting glanced lightly across the white shirt on her body, without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan flattened his mouth, what? Why does it seem that he is not happy?

Forget it, don't take it off if you don't take it off, it's just a photo anyway.

After walking into the studio, Mu Beiting slowly loosened his tie, and took off his jacket without rush.

Su Xiangwan stood aside a little lost, his eyes kept falling on him.

After taking off the jacket, his big hand slowly lifted, took off the tie, and the big hand with a low-key luxury watch, unhurriedly unbuckled his shirt with two buttons, clearly showing his delicate throat.

Su Xiangwan's throat was inexplicably dry, his head turned away from his gaze, and his cheeks were inexplicably red.

It's really... so pretty if you want to take off your clothes.

But I have to say that he took off his suit without a touch of majesty and coldness, but more gentle and sexy.

Mu Beiting glanced at her and walked to the bench where he took the picture.

When passing by her side, the big hand naturally pulled her wrist.

Su Xiangwan was startled, staggered a short step, followed behind him, and looked down at the slender and clean big hand.

"Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu are really affectionate..." the photographer couldn't help but speak from the side.

Su Xiangwan's cheeks were slightly hot, and his small hands were slightly clenched into fists, trying to break away from his big hands, sweating a lot on the palms.

Fortunately, only a few steps away, Mu Beiting happened to let go.

Su Xiangwan pretended to be calm and sat beside him, but his little red face betrayed her completely.

Mu Beiting glanced at the woman beside him calmly, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

I thought she was not afraid of everything, and that she would be nervous.

"Two look at the camera..." the photographer said loudly.

Looking at the positions of the two from the lens, the photographer poked his head out and said: "The two are a little closer, the distance is a little far away."

Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting turned their heads to look at the distance between the two at the same time, but they didn't want to move too much together, their heads collided.

"Well……"

As soon as she looked up, there was no more than half an inch between her and him, and she could clearly see her shadow reflected in his deep pupils.

Su Xiangwan was stunned, breathing involuntarily stagnated, staring at him blankly.

Mu Beiting didn't move either, his pupils were deep, and he looked straight at the woman in front of him.

Her eyelashes were really long, curled and curled, like the doll he had seen across the window.

It took a few seconds for Su Xiangwan to react, and quickly withdrew his gaze, his cheeks were slightly hot, not knowing if it was because of his warm breath remaining.

But the next second, a big hand fell on top of her head.

She raised her eyes and met a pair of deep eyes.

"Does it hurt?" He said in a deep voice, his voice a little hoarse, but **** sexy.

Su Xiangwan shook his head lightly, his face still stained with red tide.

Only then did Mu Beiting retract his hand, and took the initiative to sit on her side for a few minutes, and the two bodies were close to each other.

Su Xiangwan was a little nervous inexplicably, his waist was straight, and the two small hands resting on his thighs were also pressed tightly.

"Okay... Two of you... look at me! Smile... smile a little more!"

The photographer yelled vigorously, but Su Xiangwan was a little too nervous because he was too close to her, showing an extremely stiff smile.

At this moment, there was a warm breath in his ears.

Mu Beiting whispered in her ear: "Your face is very red."