Drifting Towards You

Ryefield Thinker: [Tsk, Xiaoxiao, this has become a master's stone, if Simocheng knew that your old face must have laughed creases. 】

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao suddenly exploded.

It's Xiaoxiao: [Uncle is not old! My uncle has wide shoulders, narrow waist, narrow hips, and eight pack abs! There are no creases on the face! 】

I feel cute: [Tsk tusk, this is the conclusion drawn after the practice test. Xiaoxiao, when did you get it? 】

Li Xiaoxiao's face blushed a bit instantly, and he couldn't help but remember the scene of seeing him in the bathroom last time in the hotel.

Ryefield Thinker: [Simocheng must be very pleased to know that I'm protecting my calf. 】

Li Xiaoxiao's small face was bulging, and her thin white fingers responded quickly.

It's Xiaoxiao: [Uncle is not a calf! 】

Ryefield Thinker: [Well, good, not in the female college...]

Seeing Gu Xiangsi's old mother's tone, Su Xiangwan threw the phone away, his stomach hurting when he laughed.

Xiaoxiao is so cute, but it seems that she and Simocheng have made some progress recently.

After talking to the two for a while, Su Xiangwan felt a lot more relaxed in his heart.

Before going to bed, I said goodnight to Mu Beiting, and after a while, I fell asleep quietly.

It's just that this night, Su Xiangwan didn't sleep peacefully.

She dreamed of the box of reptile corpses, and also dreamed that when she was a child, Su Yufei threw Xiaoqiang's corpse into her bed.

She could hardly breathe due to the heavy depression and fear.

Su Xiangwan only felt that his whole body was wet and uncomfortable, and his dreams seemed to be extra real.

I don't know how long it took, she suddenly woke up.

Habitually stroked his stomach, panting lightly.

After calming down for a long time, the stiff body only eased slightly.

Looking up at the time, three o'clock in the morning.

Su Xiangwan only felt that his throat seemed to be hot, painful and swollen. He poured himself a glass of water, but felt cold all over.

She didn't think much about it, only that it was because she was sweating.

Lie back on the quilt, his eyelids are heavy.

She squeezed into a ball under the quilt, and soon fell asleep again.

The next day, early morning.

Su Xiangwan opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that the rice grains and Yuan Xue were there.

Xiang Yi can still be seen faintly guarding the door, not coming in.

"what time is it……"

Su Xiangwan spoke slowly, but as soon as he spoke, he found that his voice became very hoarse.

Yuan Xue glared at her: "Mi Li came over to call you in the morning, but it didn't respond to knocking on the door. I called you and you didn't answer it. I only came in with my spare key card."

"En..." Su Xiangwan replied softly, feeling sore all over.

She didn't exercise with Mu Beiting again, so why did her body hurt so much.

Yuan Xue was annoyed: "Do you know if you have a fever? Look at your face, what does it look like? Why don't you talk when you are uncomfortable!"

Su Xiangwan blinked and could see the worry in Yuan Xue's eyes.

I think she is a bit like a mother.

Yuan Xue turned around and washed a towel again, and put it on Su Xiangwan's forehead, warmly said: "I called the doctor to come over, it will take a while to arrive, what I want to eat in the morning, I will let Xiang Yi buy it for you."

Su Xiangwan shook his head, no appetite.

Mi Li poked his head and stood aside, interjecting: "My dad said that if you are sick for a long time, you will become an idiot, so you can't always get sick. You have to get better sooner or later. I don't want to follow an idiot actor."

Su Xiangwan twitched the corner of his eyes. Is it really good to hurt me at this time?

But having said that, where are you sacred, father of rice grains?