Drifting Towards You

After all, the hot spring is good, but this thing can't be soaked for a long time.

Unexpectedly, she had been soaking for a long time, her legs were so soft.

In addition, I didn't eat dinner before I was together, and there was a burst of darkness in front of me, and I subconsciously fell to one side.

There was an exclamation in the empty pool.

Mu Beiting's heart tightened.

In the next instant, the expected pain did not strike, but fell into a strong embrace.

Su Xiangwan slowed down for a few seconds before his vision became clear.

But when she really waited to see the handsome face in front of her, she was in a trance again.

Mu... Mu Beiting...?

Su Xiangwan closed his eyes, thinking that his brain was probably broken, so he was wandering in a spirit.

But when he opened it again, he found that those nice phoenix eyes were staring at him steadily, his eyes hot.

Su Xiangwan's heart was a little flustered, and he stammered: "You...you..."

Mu Beiting's thin lips pressed lightly without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan was still immersed in huge panic, apparently he didn't notice that his hands were tightly around his neck.

"You...you...how...how could you..."

The brain was blank, and she would almost become a stutter.

Mu Beiting's gaze fell on her small reddish face, his gaze dimmed, and his gaze glided along the delicate chin across the slender jade neck, spread across the beautiful collarbone, and landed on her chest.

She didn't wear any underwear, just casually put on a white bathrobe.

The bathrobe is not fastened very tight, it will be wet by the spring water, tightly outline her curve, and fit his chest.

His mouth is dry, like a fire.

Su Xiangwan finally came back to his senses, realizing that they were close to each other, and the reddish face was coated with several layers of red clouds.

He stared at her lips, pink and tender. Inexplicably want to bite.

She let go of her hand in a panic, turned around and ran, almost jumping out of her heart.

Mu Beiting frowned slightly, a flash of dissatisfaction flashed through his eyes, and he pulled her back with a long arm.

Su Xiangwan fell into his arms again and didn't wait to return to his senses.

He pressed her lips hard, plundering violently.

Her brain was blank, and a scorching breath poured into her mouth, like strong wine, like poison, and sealed her throat with a kiss.

After a taste of her, the desire in him clamored out frantically.

Turned around and pushed her against the wall of the pool, dragged her thigh, and lifted her a little bit higher.

Su Xiangwan's feet were empty, and his legs had to find a support, and he instinctively twisted his slender waist.

He bit her lip lightly, painted her outline, and entangled her tongue, like a wild beast, eating its marrow and knowing the smell, fierce and hot|hot.

Everything came swiftly and violently, like a storm. Overwhelming, surging.

Su Xiangwan was a little unbearable, his face flushed slightly, and he gasped lightly. More and more charming.

Mu Beiting...really Mu Beiting...

Could it be a spring dream she had.

She looked down at the man in front of him, and even forgot to resist. She only felt that his eyes were misty and foggy, but she was so beautiful that she was in a daze.

Su Xiangwan was ignorant, and only felt that there was a touch of hotness under his body. A little scared.

"Um... Mu... Mu Beiting."

He was a little bit sad, and slowly left her lips, his voice hoarse: "Huh?"

"You...you...is your illness cured?"

Mu Beiting frowned and stared at her: "Sick?"

"Just... it's a hidden disease..."

Hearing this, Mu Beiting was stunned, then his face was a little bit livid, his eyes gloomy and unpredictable.

"You...you are... aren't X incompetent?"