Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan's heart jumped hard, looking at his cold and handsome face, lost consciousness.

Mu Beiting's complexion was still very heavy, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Have you heard."

Su Xiangwan hurriedly nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "En, I heard it."

"Repeat it."

Su Xiangwan swallowed his saliva and said softly: "Dare to mention the word divorce again, you...you just..."

Seeing her sluggish appearance, his face eased a little.

But he still forced to ask: "Just so."

Eyelashes trembled, Su Xiangwan met his black eyes, and a blush appeared on his small face: "Just...just..."

His eyes were deep and domineering, and he faintly said, "Huh?"

Su Xiangwan bit her pink lip, his eyes dodging somewhat.

Seeing her staggering with her little head down, she was unspeakably cute.

His heart softened and it almost turned into the spring water.

He bowed his head slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Little fairy, I will let you go this time."

The warm breath was scattered, and it was indescribably light.

Su Xiangwan hid, looked at him angrily, turned and ran away from his arms.

But after two steps, he was suddenly pulled back.

"Kiss."

Mu Beiting spoke in a low voice, and before she could react, her thin lips were already close to her lips.

It is softer than I remember, with a faint fragrance, and sweet.

Su Xiangwan opened his eyes wide, and forgave her for being incompetent in accepting these two days.

With a subconscious bite, a faint smell of blood let go between their lips and teeth.

Mu Beiting was in pain and frowned.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him a little nervously, then turned and ran away.

His arms were suddenly empty, and even the air seemed to become cold.

The beautiful thumb gently wiped his lips, and a blush of blood was printed on the fingertips.

Mu Beiting looked at her back and squinted his eyes.

After Su Xiangwan ran out of the study, he ran all the way to the first floor.

Panting lightly, gently fanning the wind beside his cheeks with his hands.

So hot, so hot...

You can spread an egg on your face.

Asshole, it's fine to threaten her, to molest her, to molest her, to be frivolous?

Walking quickly to the kitchen, Rong Ma just came out of it.

"Madam, what's the matter with you? Are you having a fever?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head quickly: "No, no...just...just after exercising, I was a little sweaty."

Su Xiangwan tried hard to think of a bad reason.

Who knows, Rong's mother was stunned when she heard the words, and then she said without a deep smile: "Oh, young people have good energy. More exercise is good...More exercise is good!"

Ma Rong bit the word ‘exercise’ very hard and looked very happy.

Su Xiangwan was stunned, always feeling that there was something wrong with what Rong Ma said.

The laugh is too ambiguous.

"Oh, look at how this little mouth is bleeding, the young master is too impotent! How can a girl with delicate skin and tender flesh be so rude!"

As soon as Su Xiangwan looked up, Ma Rong saw the blood on her mouth. Dang Even exclaimed.

For a while, all the servants who could hear the voice on the first floor turned their heads and looked at Su Xiangwan.

Su Xiangwan's face flushed, and he finally understood what was wrong.

"Mom Rong...Mom Rong... Keep your voice down, you have misunderstood."

Su Xiangwan hurriedly explained, but the voice fell, and there was a sound of footsteps behind him, Mu Beiting walked down the stairs with a grim expression, his eyes were falling in their direction.

"What are you talking about." He said in a deep voice, watching their lively chat, unexpectedly wanting to participate.