Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan looked at him with red eyes: "What do you mean by being silent? You don't even bother to explain it now, right?"

Mu Beiting: "..."

Seeing the woman's teary face, he only felt a headache.

He finally understood a sentence, why he said not to reason with women.

After the warm sound for a long time, Su Xiangwan finally stopped.

Mu Beiting hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell her after a while that it was him that night.

After all, it seems to be wrong now.

After calming down for a while, Su Xiangwan seemed to think of something.

He grabbed his collar and turned around.

Two slender snow-white jade legs were clamped around his waist, and his arms were wrapped around his neck and said softly: "Take off your clothes."

Mu Beiting was slightly stiff, looking at her with his eyes down, his eyes gloomy.

She has a little puffed face and her eyes are still red, and she is serious when she looks at him.

Thinking of the fall that she had just fallen, he suppressed the restlessness in his heart and tried to pull her away a bit: "Late night, don't make trouble."

"Undress……"

Su Xiangwan refused to let go, and his legs tightened.

The base of the thigh fits tightly to his waist.

His hand fell on her waist, with a warning in his eyes: "Let go."

"No." She glared at him with red eyes, not afraid of his threats at all.

He lowered his eyes and breathed a little harder, as if he was trying his best to endure it.

Su Xiangwan also noticed something wrong at this meeting, and quickly jumped away from him.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the little thing standing on the bed, hiding far away from her, and snorted, knowing he was afraid.

Su Xiangwan's cheeks flushed.

She just wanted to see his injuries.

But it was only half a month, and he would not even take off his clothes in front of her.

He got off clean in the situation last night.

But the problem is that she didn't dare to turn on the light at all.

Mu Beiting got up and glanced at her and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Su Xiangwan bit his lip to watch him leave, but did not dare to follow.

After all, Mu Beiting took a cold shower, which suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

That evening.

Su Xiangwan hurriedly changed his clothes, looked at someone sitting on the sofa leisurely, and ran over and said, "Is this all right?"

Mu Beiting put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced up at her.

A white knitted top, a light gray skirt, and a woolen coat.

The elegant and light colors match the simple styles, giving it a cool, high-level sense.

Only those two slender legs, bright and noisy eyes.

He frowned slightly, obviously disagreeing.

Su Xiangwan asked cautiously: "Isn't it good?"

"En." He replied indifferently.

Su Xiangwan was a little lost, and said slowly: "Then I will change it."

Back in the bedroom, Su Xiangwan flipped through the closet, muttering to himself: "Why is it not good? I think this set is pretty good, the color is quite formal..."

Although thinking so, she changed into a blue-gray dress.

After all, the first time I saw his parents, I had to leave a good impression.

Yes, that's right.

Just to see his parents.

She thought she could stay at home for a day today, but he did not expect him to pick her up in the evening and take her to see her parents.

Su Xiangwan was a little panicked, after all, she still remembered what Song Ziming's parents were like in her previous life.

Grandpa Song has always treated her well, but it's a pity that her reputation in her previous life has been almost destroyed. It's because the old man is too helpless if he wants to favor her.

As for Song Ziming's parents, thinking about it, it was a nightmare.

Su Xiangwan thought, probably because they felt that they had ruined their son's future, so they never gave her a good face.