Drifting Towards You

I tried several sets in a row. The last set was a yellow cropped top with a loose hem. It would not show much when walking normally, but if it was a movement, it would reveal a long, white waist.

Su Xiangwan paired with a pair of black trousers, which perfectly wrapped her slender legs, and her small buttocks were round and straight, which was extraordinarily sexy.

Although he had been adhering to a perfunctory attitude, Mu Beiting remained silent as he changed a few sets of clothes, but his brows became more frowning.

She couldn't help asking: "Doesn't it look good?"

Mu Beiting's eyes fell on her little face, a little deep.

Seeing that he was silent, Su Xiangwan gave up: "No more, the last one."

As he was about to change back to his clothes, Mu Beiting's thin lips lightly opened: "Come here."

Su Xiangwan hesitated, and walked towards him.

But before she could stand still, her wrist suddenly hurt, and she was dragged directly onto his leg.

In this sitting, the snow-white slender waist spread out like white jade, crystal clear, like peeled lychees, soft and sweet.

At this moment, Mu Beiting's big hand was falling on her slender waist.

Without the cover of clothing, she could feel the thin calluses on his fingertips, and the hot palms made her nervous.

The little hand grabbed him a little nervously and dropped it on his waist, and whispered, "What are you doing."

Mu Beiting's chin touched her shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice, "There are two more."

"En...En?" Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, looking sideways at him.

He has deep black eyes, bows slightly, and picks out two corsets from a bag with his other hand.

One is a light aqua blue, embroidered with patterns that he can't understand.

The other is light pink, with a small pendant hanging from the chest.

Su Xiangwan's little face flushed with a sigh, and he pulled the bra in his hand over: "You rascal!"

He heard his low laughter in his ears, and his big hands slid in along the loose hem of his shirt for a few minutes: "I'll help you see if it looks good."

Su Xiangwan's face was hot and he tried to break away from him, but he couldn't move at all.

Mu Beiting raised his brows and whispered: "B?"

Su Xiangwan was very angry: "CCC!"

She actually knows that her bust is probably between B and C, and most of the underwear styles are different, so sometimes she buys B and sometimes C.

But no matter what, she still insisted on classifying herself in C, with a deep obsession.

He chuckled softly, and walked a few minutes inside her skirt with his big hands: "I'll check it."

Su Xiangwan stiffened a bit, and hurriedly grabbed his big hand, but he was a little late.

She felt a pain in her chest, and a touch of bass overflowed from her lips uncontrollably.

The touch was so good, he couldn't help but squeezed it.

"Slightly smaller than C." Mu Beiting said solemnly.

Su Xiangwan bit his lip and grasped his big hand tightly, but couldn't drive him away from his clothes. On the contrary, because of the intervention of two hands, the front of the clothes was lifted up again. .

Some nostalgic bullied her for a while. After more than ten minutes, Mu Beiting was afraid that he would lose control, so he reluctantly put his hand on her waist again.

Su Xiangwan would want to find a place to sew in, but fortunately she has been sitting on his lap with her back to his face.

But he seemed to like to see her ashamed. After he picked her up, he rolled over and pressed someone on the sofa.

He stared at her with dark eyes, his voice hoarse: "I heard that I will grow up with frequent massage."

Su Xiangwan's small face was already flushed, so he was staring so straight, full of shame.

She was hot all over, turned her head slightly, and stared at the sofa next to her cheek.

Mu Beiting turned her small face slightly, asked her to look at him, and whispered: "Would you like to try?"

Su Xiangwan bit his lip, his eyes flushed.

This man... is really getting worse...