Drifting Towards You

When the words were over, Mu Beiting frowned and raised the medicine bowl, and looked at the dark soup in the bowl with disgust.

In the end, he took a sip under Su Xiangwan's persistent gaze.

A choking smell hit his face, his brows furrowed and his face was particularly ugly.

"Isn't it good?"

"Yep."

Su Xiangwan thought for a while, and said: "There seems to be a lot of Chinese medicine in it, like Cistanche, Morinda officinalis, Chinese wolfberry... Chinese medicine is generally a bit bitter."

Mu Beiting's gaze gradually darkened, staring at her slowly and said, "Are you sure you want me to drink it?"

"What...what?" Su Xiangwan vaguely felt something was wrong.

Mu Beiting seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said slowly: "This is for strengthening|yang tonifying the kidney."

"What...what..." Su Xiangwan's body froze.

Mu Beiting's eyes were stained with a faint smile, and he said to himself: "After all, I still blame me for not feeding you."

"Mu Beiting!"

Su Xiangwan stood there, shame and annoyed.

Why is this man's mouth getting more and more excessive!

After all, unable to hold the smile in his eyes, she stomped her foot, turned and ran out of the bedroom.

In the afternoon, Su Xiangwan found him some anti-fever medicine.

After repeated tossing several times, his fever did not disappear until the evening.

Mu Beiting leaned on her shoulder, holding on to one of her small hands, holding and playing repeatedly.

Her hands are small, soft, and white like pearls.

Probably because the bones are relatively small, the fingers are long and thin, but they are very sensual.

The nails are round and smooth, slightly bulging, and beautiful in shape.

The tomato red color was a bit orange in the light, and he couldn't bear to let it go, just rubbing it inch by inch in his hand, it was not enough.

Until the palms of both of them were a little wet, he still had no plans to let go.

Su Xiangwan sat next to him, glanced at him slightly, thinking about his illness, did not care about him, and looked down at the script.

Mu Beiting didn't care about work, so he relied on her.

Playing with her little hands, like playing with some baby.

More than ten minutes later.

"Late late..."

Su Xiangwan turned to look at him.

"Headache." Mu Beiting was a little aggrieved.

Su Xiangwan wanted to take out his hand and touch his forehead, but he still grasped and refused to let go.

Reluctantly, I had to put down the script and touched it with the other hand.

"It's still a bit hot, take some anti-fever medicine later."

Mu Beiting's thin lips pressed lightly, watching her silently.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, "Mu Beiting, you should change your name to Mu two years old."

Su Xiangwan couldn't: "Didn't I always be with you..."

"Kiss." Mu Beiting whispered, looking a bit wronged.

Su Xiangwan looked at him lost, a few seconds later, whispered: "Close your eyes."

Mu Beiting was slightly startled, but he took a snapshot after he recovered.

Su Xiangwan was slightly close to his handsome face, the warm breath scattered on his face, and his heart tickled.

There was a sly flash in her eyes.

In the next instant, someone gasped.

A soft little hand unceremoniously pulled on a man's handsome face, very hard.

After a while, a small red flower was printed on one side of that handsome face. It was red and looked a little cute.

Mu Beiting was so angry that he opened his eyes and was a little confused.

Su Xiangwan hummed softly and said, "Kiss you, don't you think you have enough fever?"

Mu Beiting just watched her silently and said nothing.

He would like to hit someone a little bit.

Su Xiangwan pushed him a few minutes away and said lightly: "I will strictly implement our agreement in the future, so hello, me, hello, everyone."