Drifting Towards You

Fuck!

Mu Beiting cursed secretly, his face turned green.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him lightly and turned back to the room with a water glass.

The bedroom door was closed tightly again.

Mu Beiting was very angry, and threw the newspaper in his hand onto the coffee table, clasping his hands in front of his forehead, a little irritable.

After Su Xiangwan returned to the bedroom, he began to read the script.

Thinking of the scene on the sofa just now, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

The bottom of my heart said softly: fool.

Mu Beiting sat on the sofa for a while, got up and walked to the bathroom.

He walked slowly and deliberately walked past her door.

As he passed, he paused slightly.

Ears pricked up, trying to hear her movements.

But she was too quiet, if it weren't for the faint halo projected from the crack of the door, he would almost think she was not there at all.

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened a bit, and he continued to walk towards the bathroom.

But before taking a few steps, he couldn't help but fold back again.

His deep gaze fell on the closed door panel, and his big hand fell on the door handle involuntarily.

After a few seconds of stagnation, after all, he didn't push the door to enter.

He let go of his hands, leaned his back on the door panel, embraced his arms, and was silent.

She was very quiet, and he could not hear anything outside.

But even so, it seems as long as you can get closer to her.

It will make him feel at ease.

He also didn't know how long he stood until the door was suddenly opened from inside.

The moment Su Xiangwan opened the door, his back was blank, a little unstable.

After standing firm, he turned around subconsciously.

Her eyes are facing each other, her eyes are gentle, and his eyes are dark.

No one spoke first.

Su Xiangwan didn't expect him to be here. After a few seconds, he said lightly: "What are you doing?"

Mu Beiting looked away a little uncomfortably, but he didn't expect that he would be caught right after eavesdropping.

Cleared his throat, pretending to be indifferent: "I'm going to the bathroom."

I went to the bathroom and happened to pass by your door.

After that, he walked to the bathroom.

Su Xiangwan leaned on the door panel and watched him silently.

Mu Beiting washed his face with cold water in the bathroom, trying to wake up.

When he came out again, seeing her holding her arms in her arms and still in place, he was slightly lost.

His complexion didn't change, pretending not to see her, he walked to the sofa and sat down.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him, closed the bedroom door again, this time locked it.

Mu Beiting's face suddenly became gloomy.

Turn on the home theater, find a science fiction war movie, and adjust the sound to the maximum.

Su Xiangwan looked at the script in the room for a while, but felt that it was noisy outside.

The man went out for a few days, his ears were so deaf, his voice was so loud in the middle of the night!

Throwing the script aside, it was nine o'clock in the night.

Su Xiangwan simply turned off the lights and got ready to sleep.

However, the movement outside is still non-stop, but with the climax of the movie, the sound is louder.

Su Xiangwan turned over and covered his head with a quilt irritably.

It is not easy to be a pregnant woman.

She didn't make trouble in her stomach yet, but Mu Beiting started making trouble first.

Seeing that there was still no movement in the bedroom, Mu Beiting asked someone to move the treadmill out of the gym.

Place it next to the sofa, on the side closest to the bedroom door.

Ignore him or not.

He didn't believe that she ignored him.

After a while, Su Xiangwan heard a trembling sound on the floor, frowned and listened for a while, and heard the sound of the crawler rotating before he heard the movement of the treadmill!

He grabbed a pillow and put it on his head.

Is this person sick!

Mu Beiting ran extremely **** the machine.

The treadmill is super silent, but there will always be some movement in the dead of night.

Coupled with his hard work, the movement is not small.