Drifting Towards You

Before going to bed, Su Xiangwan glanced at the closed door with some worry, and then gently closed his eyes with peace of mind.

However, her cute little hands still hold the bright kitchen knife.

In the faint light, a few cold rays were reflected and swayed on her little face.

Approaching ten thirty in the evening.

Mu Beiting turned off the lights in the study and returned to the living room.

He habitually glanced at the closed guest room door, lowered his eyes slightly to cover the dark color inside.

A few minutes later, he appeared again in front of the guest room.

But in his hand, there was a **** bear about one meter in size, and he was also wearing two round blushes.

In fact, he thought it was extremely ugly.

But somehow, he just remembered it very clearly.

I remember that in her rented house, there was a small one.

I just don't know why she didn't bring it back yesterday.

He stopped in front of the door and hesitated for a few minutes. He gently swiped the lock with his room card.

The light in the room is very dark, but the bedside lamp is still on.

She leaned slightly on her side, with her back facing him, her long hair was scattered like a waterfall, looking very soft.

He walked around the bed, trying to turn off the bedside lamp for her.

But just stopped in front of her and was stunned.

In her cute little hand, she was holding a bright kitchen knife tightly. The kitchen knife was stuck to her chest, and it would almost touch her chin in the next dangerous moment.

Mu Beiting's face suddenly became ugly, and his lungs almost exploded.

Is he so unbearable in her eyes?

Even at the mercy of holding a kitchen knife to defend yourself?

I don't know if it was because his eyes were too cold, Su Xiangwan shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes.

In the next moment, she sat up from the bed with a rub, held the kitchen knife in her hand tightly, and held it to her head.

"Mu... Mu Beiting... how did you come in."

Mu Beiting stared at the kitchen knife in her hand, his thin lips lightly opened: "Are you going to sleep with it?"

Su Xiangwan swallowed his saliva, there was nothing he could do.

I don't want to...

What can I do, I am also helpless!

Mu Beiting stretched out his big hand in front of her and said coldly, "Give it to me."

Su Xiangwan shook his head: "No!"

"Say it again, give it to me."

Su Xiangwan was wronged, she really wanted to find her mother, why is the big devil always so scary these days.

Not easy to talk at all.

After swallowing her saliva, she whispered: "This...it's actually called the Pegasus Meteor Knife...it's a prop for a new play."

"So, I have to exchange feelings with it first, look for feelings, let it surrender to me earlier, and use it completely for me."

Su Xiangwan was so serious that he almost believed it.

Looking at Mu Beiting's gaze was extremely sincere, and he didn't forget to nod his head heavily.

"Give it to me." Mu Beiting persisted unmoved.

Seeing his face resembling a cold river, Su Xiangwan was really a little embarrassed, and said softly: "It's not impossible to give it to you, but you...you..."

"You... what if you use strong to me?"

Mu Beiting stared at her silently, his black eyes dim and unclear.

At this moment, he really had an urge to strangle her.

She left his dignified Mu's president indifferent, but she wanted to exchange feelings with a kitchen knife!

Also known as what Pegasus Meteor Knife!

good very good.

Mu Beiting felt that if he had a blood trough on his head, he must be suffering a crit at this moment.

Su Xiangwan stretched her neck and froze with him, staring at her with big eyes, but only she knew that her neck was about to be stretched.