Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting turned his mobile phone with his big hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Su Xiangwan waited for a while, and was about to start shooting again, but Mu Beiting still had no intention of leaving.

Hastily sent him three question marks in the past.

Before he could reply, the director had already called for preparation.

This time, Su Xiangwan repeatedly took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore someone's penetrating gaze.

In the beginning, everything went well.

But before long, it was time to go to the place where the kiss scene was borrowed.

Su Xiangwan raised his eyes slightly, and saw a certain man slowly roll down the car window, revealing half of a cold and handsome side face.

A pair of pupils are deep, dangerous and intriguing.

Su Xiangwan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously got a little far away from Han Che.

Rumors are on the back.

"Xiang Wan...Are you in a bad shape today?" The director frowned and said anxiously.

Su Xiangwan sighed lightly, "I'll take a break and look for feelings."

She didn't say much, turned around and walked to the rest area, and then looked up, his car window had been rolled back again.

Su Xiangwan lowered his head and lowered his eyes slightly, and did not speak.

A few seconds later, he replied to the message.

Not long after, WeChat rang.

I want to talk to you: [Come here. 】

There are only two simple words, plus a punctuation.

But she could almost think of how he couldn't refuse when he spoke.

After struggling for a while, Su Xiangwan finally took advantage of everyone's attention and went around to the other side of the car and got on the car.

After getting in the car, his eyes kept falling on her.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and did not speak, obviously also a little annoyed.

But the next second, the sound of the middle baffle falling inside the car sounded.

Before returning to her senses, her chin was lifted forcefully.

He turned sideways, his thin lips pressed hard against hers.

He leaned on the seat with one hand, Su Xiangwan wanted to hide, but he was trapped between his body and the seat, and there was nowhere to avoid it.

A clear breath rushed over her face, and his soft tongue gently hooked her lips.

"Um...lipstick..."

Su Xiangwan grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand and whispered.

But he didn't pay attention to it, chasing over, prying away her teeth with the tip of his tongue, curling her uvula a little, holding it in his mouth, and repeatedly torn it.

The juice between her lips and teeth melted, making the sound of water, which made her somewhat cold complexion flush every inch of it.

The man's big hand couldn't help it, and fell on her waist along the curve of the cheongsam, kneading it vigorously.

Su Xiangwan trembled slightly, but all the voices he made were swallowed by him.

Mu Beiting panted and let go of her, and a close kiss fell from the corner of her mouth to her chin.

Finally, she could not help reaching out to unbutton her cheongsam, and kissing her neck, the corners of her lips rubbed against the edge of the stand-up collar and landed on the delicate collarbone.

His kiss came back to her ear, dissatisfied: "He touched your waist."

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled lightly, his breathing was a little heavier, and he gasped and explained, "No... he just lied on my waist... He has always been a gentleman."

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened, and he said dissatisfied: "You speak for him."

"I didn't... well... don't!"

His big hand followed the slit in the cheongsam and slid to the inside of her thigh.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled lightly and the corners of his eyes were reddish.

At this moment, she could vaguely hear the director shouting outside.

"Where is Su Xiangwan? Has anyone seen her?"

"Give her a call and ask her to come back to make up the shoot..."