Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Mu Beiting."

"Yep."

"how old are you?"

He pursed his lips, was silent, and slowly raised his head.

She turned to look at him.

He frowned and reached out to cover her eyes: "Don't look."

She grabbed his wrist and took it down.

Su Xiangwan felt a little bit painful, and he was now covered with two heavy blue and black patches.

The bloodshot eyes were heavy, and the stubble was slightly blue, and a little haggard.

He looked at her with a low voice and said softly: "Don't go."

Su Xiangwan looked at him in silence.

Seeing her silent for a long time, he turned his head to avoid her sight and looked out the window with scarlet eyes.

Putting one hand in his trouser pocket, he kept tightening.

Like a stubborn child, innocent and wronged, it is especially distressing.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly: "I don't want to leave, because the crew has been too busy recently and moved to the hotel."

He turned his head and looked at her.

His eyes were dark and he looked at her, seemingly unbelieving.

Su Xiangwan had a headache and whispered softly: "I only brought a small box over, and there are so many things at home, who told you that I am leaving."

Mu Beiting's thin lips pressed lightly, and his hands in his pants pockets slowly loosened for a few minutes.

He stretched out his hand to hug her, rubbed his head against her neck, and said in a low voice, "Really?"

"Really, after this time, I will go back."

He was silent for a long time, hugged her tighter, and said lowly: "You can't don't want me."

"I don't want them."

"I just want you."

He muttered.

Su Xiangwan's eye sockets were sore, his eye circles were slightly red, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand to lift his cheek, and squeeze it from both sides to the middle.

Mu Beiting frowned, trying to avoid, hesitated for a moment and didn't move.

She couldn't help but speak: "Is it stupid?"

He pursed his lips in silence, looking at her, there was an unspeakable grievance in his dark eyes.

"Did you slam the door and leave?" Su Xiangwan asked him.

He was silent.

"Are you not going home for a week?" she asked again.

He continued to be silent.

"Are you messing around with other women outside?" she continued.

He remained silent.

"What are you wronged for?"

He lowered his eyes lightly, his eyelashes trembling lightly.

He took her hand away, took her into his arms again, and muttered, "You scold me."

"Well, don't you scold me?" Su Xiangwan looked up at him.

He didn't make a sound, and he was distressed.

Su Xiangwan thought for a while, then said again: "Did you come to the crew yesterday?"

"Yep."

Su Xiangwan was silent, and that figure was indeed him.

Late with a light sigh, she reached out and hugged him back: "Mu Beiting, how old are you."

"Three years old." He muttered.

She chuckled softly: "You said yourself that you are not childish."

He does not speak.

"Is it fun to play in the nightclub?"

He was silent.

"You learned how to hug left and right, are you great?"

He frowned and remained silent.

"How about other women..."

She was about to say more, but he suddenly lifted her chin, lowered his head and kissed it hard.

"Don't say it," he muttered.

Su Xiangwan reached out and twisted his waist.

Lean and powerful.

Pinched nothing.

He snorted and didn't let go, but bit her lip in revenge.

The tip of his tongue traced her tooth profile, and he bit her lips, which was soft and greedy.

Some rudely plunged into her mouth, entangled with her tongue, sucked and kissed fiercely, venting the dissatisfaction in her heart.

Su Xiangwan slowly lowered his eyes and tried to respond without pushing him away.

But his kiss was so turbulent, she couldn't stand it at all, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.