Drifting Towards You

Hearing that, WeChat stopped moving.

Su Xiangwan groaned, this man didn't even know whether he was successful in the interview.

Soon after arriving home, Mu Beiting also returned.

Su Xiangwan hugged a Kumamoto bear and slumped on the sofa, scrolling through Weibo about "Liu Zhu Chuan".

Mu Beiting glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "Tired?"

"Yep……"

Su Xiangwan spoke lazily, weakly.

After he glanced at her, he went back to the room and took a shower.

When I came out again, the little things on the sofa had fallen asleep on the sofa.

He couldn't help coming over to tease her, stretched out his hand and squeezed her beautiful face.

Su Xiangwan frowned and opened his hand: "'Erbing', don't make trouble!"

Mu Beiting's face darkened a bit.

After loosening her finger for a few minutes, her index finger fell on her pink lips involuntarily.

Soft, it must taste like jelly.

It seems to be still sweet, like candy.

The index finger involuntarily sank into her little mouth.

Su Xiangwan slept in a daze, with a blushing blush, only felt that there was something foreign in his mouth, which was very uncomfortable, and his tongue subconsciously wanted to push it out.

But this move, it seems like ***.

The wet tongue, gently licking his fingers, was wet, soft and comfortable.

Mu Beiting's Adam's apple moved slightly, his mouth was dry.

But the next second, before he took his fingers away, he met a pair of dim sleepy eyes.

Su Xiangwan didn't sleep well, and in a daze, he only felt that something was exerting force in her mouth, grinding her teeth.

But when she opened her eyes, she was a little stupid.

She was lying on the sofa with a flushed face, and he squatted down beside her with a finger in her mouth.

The two looked directly at each other, staring at each other for a few seconds.

Mu Beiting was the first to regain his senses, pulling out his fingers and said seriously: "I didn't expect you to like to **** your fingers."

"En? Uh? I didn't..."

Su Xiangwan was still a little confused at this meeting, and subconsciously denied it.

"But you hold me in your arms." Mu Beiting looked at her directly with black eyes, speaking slowly and seriously.

"I do not have!"

Su Xiangwan's small face turned red with a sigh, just thinking that his words were inexplicably crooked.

Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows and sent his index finger to her, as if to prove it.

His fingers are long and clean, and his nails are neatly manicured.

But, at the moment, the index finger is shiny, wet, unspeakable... ambiguous.

Su Xiangwan's gaze panicked a bit, and he hurriedly avoided, only to feel that the whole person was burning up.

Could it be that he sucked his fingers in his sleep?

What a shame!

Seeing her from the red cheeks to the neck, his mood was inexplicably better, his thin lips lightly opened, and he smiled and asked: "Dead account?"

"I...I...I don't."

Su Xiangwan wanted to refute, but the more he said it, the less emboldened.

She didn't know why a finger suddenly appeared in her mouth, let alone when she caught it.

Ah bah bah bah!

What to hold|live...she...she licked it twice at most.

The more I think about it, her face gets hotter and faintly hot, her small mouth is tender and tender, and she wants to explain, but it gets darker and darker.

"Deal." Mu Beiting repeated it again, with a grievance in his voice.

Su Xiangwan gave him a fierce look: "Just reckless, what can you do!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a little dangerous.

Su Xiangwan's instinct was bad, and he wanted to run.

However, he took a long arm and pulled her back.

He pushed her on the sofa and grabbed her little hand.

In the next instant, a few fingers were put in his mouth.