Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting muttered, "I'm not good."

She picked up the script and glanced at him faintly: "The man has a promise."

Mu Beiting's handsome face suddenly collapsed, his thin lips pressed lightly, and his eyes drooped slightly, except that his handsome face was still red.

At that moment, Su Xiangwan felt a little unbearable.

But if you think about it, it's better to draw a clearer line.

Song Ziming in the previous life treated her well, but after ten years of marriage, she was really wrong in the end.

She was disfigured and died in the flames.

There is still some truth in this world.

How long can the so-called love last?

This man was so different from what she remembered, that it disrupted her plans.

But in the previous life, the pain of the fire burned the body, bit by bit.

It is as if at this moment, the billowing smoke and the tongue of fire are still devouring her skin and flesh.

Pain, indescribable pain.

Every inch of skin, every inch of flesh and blood, was burnt a little bit.

"Late late... late late..."

Realizing that she was wrong, Mu Beiting spoke in a low voice, grasping her big hand for a few minutes.

"En...En?"

Pulled back from his thoughts by the pain in his hand, Su Xiangwan turned his head to look at him, his eyes still blurred.

Mu Beiting's heart suffocated, his throat tight.

She must not know how red her eyes are at this moment, glowing with water, forbearing and suffering.

"What's the matter?" He lifted her chin slightly, his black eyes staring at her.

Su Xiangwan squeezed an ugly smile: "It's okay, nightmare."

He didn't speak, but he could see that she was hiding something.

Gently took away his big hand, not wanting to continue the topic: "I'll pour you some medicine, and you can drink it again to reduce the fever."

Mu Beiting did not reluctantly, just looking at her leaving behind, his eyes were deep.

Where is the nightmare when people are awake?

Su Xiangwan returned with the medicine and water, walked to the bed, and sat on the bed with one leg straddling: "Take the medicine."

When the voice fell, a knock on the door sounded.

The two raised their heads at the same time.

A few seconds later, there was another knock on the door, and no one spoke.

Su Xiangwan put the cup and medicine on the head of the bed and turned to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, he was slightly startled, and then he smiled.

Han Jiaqing, who changed into a beige dress, had her hair loose and a hairpin. She was holding a plate of cut fruits in her hands, crystal clear. I can see that I am very careful.

"Master, Madam Rong said you are sick, let me see you." Han Jiaqing said cautiously.

Su Xiangwan chuckled and turned to Mu Beiting and said, "Since someone is taking care of you, I will go back and rest first."

Immediately, he turned around to take the script, and left the room without looking back.

Everything was fast, even in just a few seconds, and her shadow disappeared in the room.

Seeing her leave without looking back, Mu Beiting felt anxious in his heart.

Han Jiaqing is secretly happily, she is considered to be flattering!

He walked into the guest room with fruits and glanced at the man on the bed.

His hair is a little messy, but it still looks so cold and compelling.

Han Jiaqing's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were embarrassing and pretty.

"Master, if you are sick, eat more fruit, so that you can get better soon..."

"roll."

Before she walked in, Mu Beiting spoke impatiently.

Han Jiaqing paused and was a little injured: "Master..."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, covering the dark birds under his eyes: "Don't let me say the second time."

Han Jiaqing's heart trembled, put down the fruit, knelt on the floor beside the bed, choked up and said, "Master, did Jiaqing make you angry? Jiaqing is just worried about you..."