Drifting Towards You

After the candles were lit, the host asked the fans in the audience to sing a birthday song for Su Xiangwan.

The lights in the entire venue dimmed, except for the stage, a cylindrical halo enveloped Su Xiangwan's figure.

The candles on the cake were on, her photos and stills were constantly switched on the big screen behind her, and a happy birthday song was also playing in the stereo.

Seeing the enthusiastic fans in the audience, Su Xiangwan's eyes were slightly wet.

that's nice.

It's great to be able to do it all over again.

With tears in her eyes, she subconsciously searched for his figure in the audience.

But he never came back.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes fell on the cake, a bit sour.

The host stood aside and smiled and said, "Have you figured out any wishes for you lately? Zero o'clock is coming soon."

"Well, think about it."

"Okay, let us count down together, ten, nine..."

The whole audience counted down, just to send blessings on the first birthday of her.

But at this moment, something happened suddenly.

The lights on the stage suddenly went out, and even the large screen behind Su Xiangwan and the circular beam of light that had originally shrouded her body disappeared instantly.

The host was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly tried the microphone, but found that there was no sound at all from the microphone.

There was a burst of noise and discussion in the audience, only the glow sticks and love cards in their hands gleamed faintly.

The entire venue was pitch black, and Su Xiangwan stood there in a daze.

The light of the candle reflected on her face, and she couldn't wait for her to react.

A big powerful hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, dragged her to the backstage.

Because all this was so sudden, she exclaimed.

But then, he covered her mouth with his hand and whispered: "Don't call."

Su Xiangwan was stunned again, but he didn't say anything.

It's him, it's Mu Beiting.

She followed him and hurried off the stage.

"Why are you on stage..." She followed his steps closely with the faint light, and said softly.

But without waiting for a sound, she was pushed against the wall all of a sudden.

Immediately afterwards, in the darkness, his kiss fell fiercely, biting and licking her lips, and his love surged.

Su Xiangwan's breathing became heavy.

In the darkness, the senses seemed to be magnified.

Her hand touched his chest lightly, and her heart beating extremely violently.

Mu Beiting passed her waist with one hand and firmly carried her into his arms. Su Xiangwan was tightly imprisoned between him and the wall, and his body was full of cleanness.

The venue was powered off for only about ten seconds, and then resumed as usual without any riots.

The host tried the microphone and reacted, but found that Su Xiangwan was no longer on stage at all.

Immediately, he quickly winked at the staff on the side.

The host explained that the breakpoint accident was delaying time, and several staff members began to find Su Xiangwan who had suddenly disappeared from the audience.

The zero-o'clock bell set in the venue has already sounded.

Mu Beiting finally let go of her slowly, staring down at her, and said in a low voice, "Late night, happy birthday."

Su Xiangwan's eyes were a little moist, showing a slight smile.

Standing on tiptoe, he kissed him gently on his lips: "Did you deliberately cut off the electricity."

"En." His eyes were deep and he responded softly.

"Why?" she couldn't help asking.

"I want to be the first one to say happy birthday to you." His voice was low and dull, and his eyes were stubborn, like a childish child.