Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting kept moving, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his thin lips flicked across her skin one by one, with a slight warm breath.

"I shouldn't... um... I shouldn't have promised Han Che..."

Her voice was trembling, her eyelashes were slightly wet, and a lot of thin sweat came out of her palms.

But Mu Beiting didn't plan to let her go like this.

Turned her over, turned her back to herself, and said solemnly: "If you are wrong, you will be punished."

In the next instant, he tore open her nightdress and kissed her fragrant shoulders, a little bit downward.

"Well……"

Su Xiangwan bit his lip and didn't dare to speak.

I just feel that every time I open my mouth, the corners of my lips will involuntarily overflow with a shameful voice.

After more than an hour, almost everything on her body left his mark, and he finally gave up.

Su Xiangwan shrank limply in his arms, and his eyelashes were still stained with tears.

He bit her earlobe low and said in a low voice, "You should be lucky."

She quivered her eyelashes, knowing what he was talking about.

If it wasn't her aunt who hadn't left yet, she might not be able to escape today.

I don't know how long it took, Su Xiangwan gradually fell asleep in his arms.

But Mu Beiting still didn't have any sleepiness, but because of his intense desire|hope, he became more sober.

He endured uncomfortably, just rubbing her little hand once and again.

It seems that this is the only way to ease his repressed desire a little bit|hope.

Ten minutes later, after making sure she fell asleep.

He got up and left the bedroom, taking another cold shower.

After the rush, it was already half past two in the morning.

Worried that being too cold would wake her up, he went to the study, sat at the table and lit a cigarette.

...

Early the next morning, Su Xiangwan was woken up by the alarm clock.

She struggled to develop her heavy eyelids, and it took her a few minutes to slowly get up from the bed.

Turning his head and looking to his side, he saw that Mu Beiting was not there.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as she walked into the bathroom, she was stunned.

In the mirror, his mouth was slightly swollen and his body was covered with hickeys.

From the neck to the chest, to the two arms, the areas where the nightdress can't cover, there are patches of pink everywhere.

Su Xiangwan's small face instantly flushed, and turned his head slightly. As a result, he saw a purple mark on the neck under his ears, which was particularly conspicuous under the snow-white skin.

Su Xiangwan bit his lip and sat on the toilet.

Bastard!

He must be deliberate!

It's okay if I don't sit, this sitting, my nightdress jumps up a bit.

Even on his thighs, there were traces of him, like strawberries, which made people blush with shame.

Her little face was hot and almost steaming.

Su Xiangwan is anxious, how can she go out, how can she meet people?

Even if the crew’s costume is a cheongsam, it can cover most of it, but what should I do on the arm and under the ears?

After thinking about it, she ran to the bedroom to find a concealer, and squeezed most of it onto her arm.

After applying it for a long time, I looked in the mirror again, and the traces were a little shallow.

But a piece of pale pink, but there is a kind of suspicion to cover up.

Su Xiangwan looked at himself in the mirror.

And her mouth, her mouth is so swollen, what should I do.

Su Xiangwan was a little irritable, threw the concealer in his hand on the dressing table, and sat on the toilet again.

not going!

She wants to ask for leave.

Thinking of this, she ran back to the bedroom, called the director, lied that she had a fever, and had to take two or three days off.

Fortunately, she hasn't had many scenes recently, and it's when the heroes and heroines in the scenes gradually developed feelings.

So the director readily agreed.