Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting was like a beast with mad hair. When he thought of the man she had taken the initiative to kiss another man, the anger in his heart burst into a sea of ​​flames.

His chest was so tight that he had nowhere to vent except for plundering her lips.

Su Xiangwan's brain that was kissed by him was blank and a little hypoxic.

The original red lip color was smudged everywhere, the corners of her lips, his chin, and the neckline of his white shirt.

His kiss spread from her lips to her chin, and he violently pulled the buckle on the cheongsam.

The buttons were broken one by one, and the slender jade neck caught his sight.

His eyes darkened a bit, and he lowered his head and kissed her, with the tip of his tongue ringing on her collarbone, and she shuddered.

Su Xiangwan gasped lightly, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He tried to push him away, but his small hand was countered by him in the back, unable to move.

He squeezed into her legs ||, where the cheongsam splits because of too much movement, making a ‘tear’, and then spreading a slit upwards. From the outside of the thigh, you can see the light pink underpants.

Su Xiangwan felt that his heart was trembling, and the clear breath of his body was overwhelming.

Mu Beiting knelt and sat down between her legs, unbuttoning the belt, and neatly unzipping the trousers.

Su Xiangwan's eyes are reddish, and his throat is dry, and he wants to run when he gets up.

But how could she be his opponent, she was pulled back by his ankle, the cheongsam was pushed up a bit, and the hot kiss fell on her lower abdomen.

His big hands kept moving upward along his thighs, and Su Xiangwan trembled all over: "Mu Beiting...Don't..."

His eyes were stained with blood, and his eyes fell on her little face, dark and deep.

She quivered her eyelashes and gently held one of his big hands: "Don't let me hate you, okay."

He breathed slightly, and his heart hurt when he met her beautiful red eyes.

Staring at her for a few seconds, he gradually obediently came down.

He concealed the hostility in his eyes, he slowly buried his head in her neck and didn't move any more.

Sniffing the scent of her hair, he greedily arched his head lightly in the fossa of her neck, and there was a dull pain somewhere.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes lightly, a small hand gently hugged his strong waist, his eyes slightly wet.

In fact, it was just a rain and cloud, she didn't care so much.

It's just that she doesn't want him to treat her like this.

In fact, she knew in her heart that even if she didn't want to admit it, she seemed to be a little different to him after all.

She doesn't hate his embrace, nor does she hate his kisses.

She will like the way he smiles, and she will be happy with the Kikyo he sent.

So she hopes.

If there is one day, it is you who love me, it is the firewood, the purest, the most enthusiastic, and the craziest.

Is willing to surrender, is to give everything for each other.

I'm just sorry, Mu Beiting.

I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready to accept it or lose it after getting it.

So don't make me hate you, okay.

Because in fact, I hope I will like you more than you.

"Late night..." Mu Beiting's voice was hoarse, and he whispered.

"En?" Su Xiangwan asked softly, smoothing his hair gently.

"I want you." He muttered, a little aggrieved in his voice.

She was dumb, and gently touched his soft hair: "I know."

Mu Beiting didn't move any more, and did not make a sound obediently.

He kept holding her and didn't move.

The blue veins and thin sweat on his forehead show his forbearance at the moment.

He was just a little scared.

He always knew that her body was wrapped in a thick shell, and today, he almost blocked himself from this shell forever.