Drifting Towards You

His kiss was delicate and gentle, spreading from the thin lips to the neck, collarbone, and then a little bit down...

Light purple with lace, wrapped in a perfect shape.

His big hand covered one place, and the kiss fell with it.

"Um... it hurts..." Su Xiangwan only felt a pain in her chest, and tears overflowed from the pain.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes falling on the skin.

The tooth marks are not big, but the marks are deep.

At this moment, it was a little red and purple, with a little blood oozing out, and it was particularly eye-catching against her snow-white skin, like a brand.

His index finger gently stroked the tooth marks left by him, which seemed to stimulate the pain, causing her to tremble slightly, but felt that the pain lasted for a long time.

Su Xiangwan bit his lip, this man must be a dog.

He pointed upwards, staring into her eyes.

"You bite me..." Su Xiangwan said aggrievedly.

"En." He answered faintly.

"It hurts..." Su Xiangwan choked.

He kissed her lips softly: "Teach you a lesson, the next time, it won't be that simple."

Su Xiangwan's red eyes kept silent, and he stretched out his hand to push him: "Get up."

Mu Beiting's expression remained the same, it seemed that the mouthful just now made his heart feel much better.

He did not rush to get up and put on Su Xiangwan's jacket.

The total time is only a few minutes, not too long.

"Come and eat." He walked to the dining table and called her.

Su Xiangwan was ashamed and annoyed. He always had these despicable ways to clean up himself, but he was always caught by him.

She didn't go to dinner right away, but went to the bathroom first.

He opened his clothes and looked at the deep tooth marks on his chest, his shameful little face flushed.

I don’t know how long it will take to get there. I’m afraid I’ll be able to see it every day in the future.

Su Xiangwan stomped his feet bitterly, and after a while, he returned to the dining table a little annoyed.

The exquisite jewelry box is still placed on the dining table.

Su Xiangwan didn't dare to look up at it again, for fear of being caught by someone again.

On the contrary, Mu Beiting held the jewellery box in his hand greatly, took out the necklace with his slender and beautiful fingers, and his gaze fell on an envelope pressed under the necklace.

Su Xiangwan didn't know what was going on at this meeting, and was ashamed to not look at him, and kept his head down and worked hard to eat breakfast.

Mu Beiting took out the envelope without delay and pushed it directly in front of Su Xiangwan.

Seeing a light pink envelope suddenly appeared in his line of sight, Su Xiangwan stopped chewing food.

He swallowed the egg in his mouth in a hurry, and looked at him: "It's...what?"

His eyes were deep, and he leaned back in the chair for a few minutes: "I don't know."

"I... don't know." Su Xiangwan had a bad feeling.

"Take it apart and take a look." He spoke lightly, lazily.

"No... I'm not interested..." Su Xiangwan pretended to be calm, guessing that 80% of the envelope was taken out of the box containing the necklace.

The eighteenth generations of Song Ziming's ancestors have been greeted from the bottom of my heart, but it is hard to say.

"I'm interested." He said slowly.

Looking directly at his black eyes, Su Xiangwan slowly took the envelope in his hand and opened it.

Licking his lips lightly, a white letter paper with a little pattern fell out.

She took the letter paper, but didn't have the courage to read it.

"Read." Mu Beiting said lightly.