Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting just got out of the car and didn't wait to see clearly.

A lump of pink and white things hit his arms.

He took two steps back and caught her.

"Where did you hurt?" Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and he looked up at him carefully.

Mu Beiting didn't answer, looking at her bare feet frowned: "Why don't you wear shoes."

Su Xiangwan looked down, choked up and said, "I'm worried about you."

His heart warmed and he kissed her eyes lightly: "I'm fine."

When the words fell, without waiting for her to speak again, he directly hugged her in his waist.

"You are not hurt, let me go!" Su Xiangwan was especially worried.

"Don't move." He twisted his eyebrows, but didn't let go.

Seeing his pale face, Su Xiangwan immediately did not dare to move.

Mu Beiting put her on the sofa, but Su Xiangwan quickly got up and grabbed his big hand to make him turn around.

At this point, the nose is pantothenic.

The snow-white shirt will be full of blood, sticking to the flesh.

Seeing her red eyes, he turned around not to let her look again, and squeezed her small face: "Don't cry."

Su Xiangwan looked at him with tears: "I didn't cry."

"Well, good." He said softly.

Su Xiangwan didn't make a sound any more, and ran off the sofa, digging out the medicine box.

After a while, Mu Beiting saw her come out carrying a big medicine box.

He was sitting on the sofa, and Su Xiangwan stood in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt.

Mu Beiting's gaze swept lightly across her small face, past her pink mouth, snow white jade neck, and finally stopped on her delicate collarbone.

Her collarbone is very beautiful, a bit sexy.

Further down, his vision dimmed a bit.

She bent slightly, two pieces of soft flesh faintly exposed on her chest, not much, just a little, but it made his throat tighten.

"You stand up a little bit, I can't undo the buttons below."

A thin layer of sweat oozes from the tip of Su Xiangwan's nose, this person is really uncooperative at all.

Mu Beiting's eyes were dull, and for a moment he looked at her pale, and said seriously: "I can't move, it hurts."

Su Xiangwan's heart hurt, and softly coaxed him: "Then don't move, I'll come."

"Well, then you do it yourself." He spoke slowly, chuckling slightly.

Su Xiangwan unbuttoned his hand, paused slightly, blushed a little, and gave him a fierce look.

Mu Beiting bends the corners of his lips and said nothing.

Su Xiangwan was uneasy about the injury on his back, and he bends a little more, unbuttoning his shirt with a small hand.

Because of the inconvenient posture, a thin layer of sweat oozes from the tip of her nose.

But as the angle of her body bowed more, the spring light in her chest was exposed to someone's sight.

Mu Beiting's goal was achieved.

But originally I just wanted to tease her, but her throat tightened, and she was a little emotional.

She was wearing a pink house suit with bean curd underwear inside.

With exquisite lace, the two pieces of soft flesh are wrapped just right, and the skin color is whiter and the shape is beautiful.

Mu Beiting's breathing became heavy, and he forced himself to look away: "Late night."

"Yep?"

"It's like red bean paste." He looked at her in a low voice.

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, then realized something, and quickly straightened up.

"Mu Beiting!" She covered her chest, blushing and glaring at him.

He looked at her aggrieved: "You seduce me."

Su Xiangwan just wanted to find a piece of tape to plug the man's mouth.

It's really hurt and won't stop!

Mu Beiting's eyes were dark, and he said with some dissatisfaction: "I still want to see it."

"You shut up." Su Xiangwan was very angry.

But Mu Beiting was not born, but slowly said, "I still want to touch it."