Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting stood by the bed, picked up the Kumamoto bear, and tried to remove it from her arms.

Su Xiangwan frowned, but instead held it tighter.

Mu Beiting's face turned dark, and he used a few more points, and his twitching movements were a bit big.

Su Xiangwan frowned, still holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

Mu Beiting felt unhappy, why didn't she hold him so tightly when she hugged him.

Simply, he let go of the bear, grabbed one of her legs, and tucked the quilt back.

Su Xiangwan gave a cry and turned over.

He then took the black Kumamoto bear from her arms and placed it gently on the bed.

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Beiting checked the time.

It's a little bit faster already, or... or he sleeps for a while?

After moving this thought, he gently lay flat beside her, looking at the roof, the corners of his lips curled up with a shallow arc.

I don't know how long it took, and he felt a little sleepy in a daze.

I didn't want Su Xiangwan but suddenly turned around, arched into his arms, and a snow-white jade leg stretched out from the quilt, pressing on his thigh without warning.

Mu Beiting snorted, his whole body tensed, and he immediately became sober.

Su Xiangwan frowned, only feeling something uncomfortable in his legs.

Why isn't the Kumamoto bear soft anymore... it's still boiling hot.

I moved up and down a few times, trying to find a suitable posture, but I didn't think it was right.

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened a bit, and his breathing became heavier.

But the little thing next to him still sleeps soundly.

He grabbed her slender thighs, threw it off him, lowered his eyes slightly, and calmed down his body, which would begin to swell again.

But Su Xiangwan was reluctant, and arched in his arms for a while.

The dishonest calf lifted up again, struggling to ride on him again, as if looking for a suitable posture.

Mu Beiting frowned and pressed it to prevent her from moving.

But within a few seconds, her legs stretched out again, rubbing against him back and forth.

Mu Beiting's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the smooth and delicate skin of the woman was about to collapse.

"be honest."

He warned in a low voice.

As if he felt his tone was too fierce, Su Xiangwan said in dissatisfaction: "Um..."

"obedient."

His tone softened a little.

But Su Xiangwan had a temper, turned his back to him, and no longer arched into his arms, as if stunned with him.

Mu Beiting's throat tightened and he relaxed for a few minutes.

He sighed softly, leaned over, took her into his arms again, and whispered: "I'm angry."

But Su Xiangwan could hear it, there was only a sound of even breathing.

Sniffing the faint scent of her body, Mu Beiting struggled to endure the restlessness in his heart, and lowered his eyes in resignation.

The next day, early morning.

Before the alarm clock woke up, Su Xiangwan was awakened by the pain in his stomach.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and found that I was being held in my arms, a strong arm was wrapped around her waist, and the big hand was falling on my...chest, very warm.

Su Xiangwan was a little confused, how did he feel that this hand didn't seem to be his own.

He pinched the big slender and clean hand hard.

She reacted somewhat sluggishly.

Um... it doesn't hurt at all...

As if unwillingly, the thin white hand pinched two more.

Until two crooked nail marks were left on the big clean hand, Su Xiangwan finally realized that this hand... really wasn't his own!

And Mu Beiting, who was still asleep, was awakened by life.

For people who have chronic insomnia and rarely get a good night's sleep, his face can be imagined.

He opened his eyes with gloomy eyes, but wanted to see which one who didn't have long eyes would dare to die.