Drifting Towards You

She was crying in her voice, she was really a little scared.

How could he listen, while kissing her earlobe while coaxing in a low voice: "Just once."

"Don't... you get me up!"

Su Xiangwan raised his knees to kick him, but he reacted very quickly.

"Hey, I'll be lighter this time."

This time, he did enough foreplay.

It's not as painful as last night.

But after a night of tossing, Su Xiangwan was sore and feeble. After a while, he felt that his legs were sore and he was almost cramping.

But when a man is in bed, it probably doesn't matter.

Once became twice, twice became three times, and three times became...

Finally, the rhythm of last night was restored in the room.

Su Xiangwan's eyes whirling with tears, underneath him, he reunited.

Listening to her intermittent crying, Mu Beiting lost control again.

Until Grandpa Sun was about to fall, Su Xiangwan could not get up from the bed.

It was pitch black, and Su Xiangwan opened his swollen eyes, his body aching like being run over by a wheel.

Slowly got up from the bed, only feeling that both legs are not his own.

"Wake up." Mu Beiting just finished the bath, and came in with his naked upper body and pushing the door.

Su Xiangwan's eyes are blushing, don't look away, don't want to pay attention to him.

His hair was slightly damp, and he walked to the side of the bed with a pair of sky-defying legs, refreshed.

Su Xiangwan looked at him and stopped fighting. Mu Beiting kissed her little face and whispered, "Shall I let the food be brought to the bed?"

"No."

She eagerly refused, scrambled down to the ground, planning to take a bath first.

But it's okay not to move. As soon as his feet landed, both legs shook as if they were stepping on cotton. The legs softened and almost kneeled on the ground.

Fortunately, his eyesight is quick and his hands are quick, and his big hands hold her firmly.

He held her back and said with a low smile: "Lack of legs?"

Su Xiangwan gave him a fierce look.

He bent his lips, hugged her up, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Mu Beiting, what are you doing!"

Su Xiangwan struggled with his legs, panicking a bit.

He walked into the bathroom, put her directly in the bathtub, leaned over and squatted to one side, and said warmly, "Help you wash?"

"No, you go out quickly." Su Xiangwan bit his lip, his cheeks dripping with water.

He put his handsome face in front of her and whispered: "Kiss."

Su Xiangwan refused, with a small hand on his cheek, pushing his handsome face away a bit: "You go out."

He raised his eyebrows and directly filled her with hot water.

After a while, the warm water in the bathtub gradually increased, and gradually passed her legs. The hem of the nightdress was wet and stuck to her legs. The snow-white skin was looming, drawing a perfect curve.

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened a bit, and he forced his eyes to turn to her face.

Her angry eyes were red, like a cat with teeth and claws.

"Mu Beiting, can't you get out anyway!" Su Xiangwan was a little annoyed.

Bastard!

He laughed softly: "Are you sure you don't want me to wash it for you?"

"Don't!" she said angrily, with a few strands of hair standing on her head.

The water is getting deeper and deeper, not to the waist.

Su Xiangwan was a little uneasy to protect her chest, worried that the water would wet her upper body and dew points, after all, she would not wear underwear at all.

But he seemed to be teasing her, leaned over and bit her little mouth, and asked in a low voice, "cover what?"

Her cheeks were flushed and she was silent.

He wickedly curled his lips and asked, "I haven't seen you."