Drifting Towards You

There was obviously a bathroom in the bedroom, but Su Xiangwan ran to the living room.

Suddenly his arms were empty, and Mu Beiting felt that his life was empty.

Seeing her slender figure, he pursed his thin lips and couldn't help but light a cigarette, the blue veins on his forehead collapsed tightly.

After Su Xiangwan ran into the bathroom, he poured cold water on his face quickly.

Is this a loss?

Even if he saw the script, he didn't seem to be able to do anything to her.

But now it's been taken advantage of for nothing...

Looking at his red and swollen lips in the mirror, his face faded slightly and became flushed again.

How to do.

She actually seems to...do not hate his touch very much.

However, she will still be afraid, will be afraid.

If she is destined to lose when she gets it, she really...rather never own it.

His faint temperature still remained in her mouth, and her bright eyes darkened a bit.

Inside the bedroom.

Mu Beiting drew out a cigarette and pinched it out in the ashtray without any haste.

Without raising his head, his big hand pulled out the script directly from behind the sofa cushion, and the position was accurate.

The script has been closed at this time, but the parts that were filmed before have been folded by her, and the parts that were not filmed are still relatively new.

I flipped it and stopped on the indented page in the middle, which is the scene tomorrow.

I glanced at the plot.

Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a flash of danger in his eyes.

After a few seconds, he threw the script on the coffee table, and then took a cigarette from the cigarette case.

When Su Xiangwan came back in a hurry, he saw him sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

He glanced at the time and said: "It's getting late, you can go back to sleep as soon as you finish."

Mu Beiting raised his eyes and glanced at her, his voice was a bit dumb: "Come here."

Su Xiangwan felt uneasy, wringing the corner of his clothes with a small hand, worried that he was going to do something to her again.

Quietly raised his eyes to see his expression, his complexion was slightly dark, and his black eyes were very deep.

It seems... as if there is no room for rejection.

Reluctantly, she rubbed against him a little bit.

Mu Beiting's eyes were light: "Sit down."

"Oh……"

Su Xiangwan slowly sat beside him, her small face being waved with cold water just now, it would be a little bit cold.

"Anything you want to tell me?" After Mu Beiting took a mouthful of cigarettes, he gently wiped the ashes into the ashtray with his fingertips, as if asking casually.

Su Xiangwan's light and fluttering, like a small boat in the lake, floats unsteadily.

"No...no."

Su Xiangwan thought for a while, worried whether he was referring to the script.

Yu Guang swept around and saw no trace of the script, and it was a little more practical.

Hearing this, Mu Beiting fell silent.

He didn't speak again, just smoked his cigarette one after another.

The faint smell of tobacco poured into her nose, and she slowly settled down.

Seeing him not making a sound, she hugged a pillow and leaned lightly on the sofa.

Xu is not lightly tired at the end of the day, or she feels at ease because of him by his side.

After a while, she leaned on the sofa and fell asleep with her legs folded.

Mu Beiting pinched out the cigarette in his hand, his black eyes looked at her little face, his eyes gentle.

He lifted her up and put it back on the soft bed.

Then he whispered in her ear: "Tomorrow, it's better not to be caught by me."

Su Xiangwan frowned hummingly, as if he felt his stubble was a bit pierced, pushed his little hand on his handsome face, and rolled over slightly.

There was a touch of pampering in his gaze, kissed her little cheek gently, covered her with the quilt, and then gently closed the door and turned to the next door.