Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

Mu Beiting did not urge her, but kept waiting.

In the end, Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and said softly: "I'm a little tired, go to bed early."

A touch of disappointment flashed across Mu Beiting's eyes, and he fixedly watched her silently.

Even if he has a dream that can reach the sky, he can't enter her dream and feel what she is afraid of.

At night, the wide bed.

Su Xiangwan turned his back to him, and he still gently held her in his arms, his chest pressed against her back, making her feel extra warm.

Thinking of these recent events, Su Xiangwan felt uncomfortable.

And worse than that kind of uncomfortable is fear and anxiety.

But she couldn't remember what she did that night, even if she wanted to talk to him, she didn't know what to say.

Su Xiangwan hid his thoughts and couldn't sleep.

He gently kissed her on the neck, and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will be there."

Su Xiangwan's eyes were slightly moist, and his back turned to him and said softly, "Mu Beiting."

"Yep."

"I... do you know that I love you very much?" Su Xiangwan asked, but when he said something, his eyelashes were already wet.

He held her tighter, and whispered: "I know."

Su Xiangwan gently curled the corners of his lips: "What about you?"

"I also love you very much, very much, very much." He said in a deep voice, his low voice with a reassuring magic.

But Su Xiangwan still refused to give up, and continued to ask: "How much love is there if you love very much? How long will you love?"

Mu Beiting thought for a while, and said warmly: "It's probably this world, I only want you."

Su Xiangwan's eyes were slightly wet, and he bit his lips and said nothing.

"As for how long... it probably won't be known until the day of death, unless the loess and bones will keep you a hundred years old and worry-free."

His voice is very soft and his promise is heavy.

Su Xiangwan fell silent and didn't say a word for a long time.

Until Mu Beiting thought she would never speak again, Su Xiangwan whispered, "If I had **** with someone else, what would you do?"

There was a trembling in her voice that she could not perceive, but the voice fell.

However, she could clearly feel that the big hand that fell on her waist was getting heavier and heavier, and her imprisonment hurts.

She could still feel that his body had become stiff, but she was trying her best to restrain it.

Su Xiangwan didn't dare to turn around, let alone look at his expression.

She was afraid of seeing anger in his eyes, and even more afraid of seeing disappointment, and also afraid of seeing disgust.

She didn't want him to hate herself, and she didn't want him to be injured.

But she knew that she must have hurt him, and her heart, like a drowning, couldn't breathe, only the pain of suffocation.

She is more like a person waiting for trial, waiting silently.

After a long time, Mu Beiting's body gradually relaxed, but he still held her tightly in his arms.

He slowly said: "Late night, I don't know."

He didn't know, really didn't know.

Su Xiangwan could feel his warm breath falling on her ears, a little moist: "Do you still love me?"

Will you still love me then?

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes lightly, covering the dark birds under his eyes: "Love, love very much, very late, I only want you."

Drops of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and fell on the pillow, Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes gently to cover the tears in his eyes.

You are so stupid, but so good.

A few seconds later, Su Xiangwan turned around and faced him, but still did not dare to look at him. She buried her small head in his arms and choked up and said: "The night you couldn't get through my phone, I made an appointment with Han. Che met, but he was drugged and fainted."