Drifting Towards You

The air conditioner in the car was getting warmer and warmer, until after a few seconds, Su Xiangwan finally noticed something was wrong.

Once I opened my eyes, where was she still in the studio.

There are no directors around...cameras...

She finally realized that she was in a car, with a coat still on her wet body, which was very warm.

The little hand tightened the tunic tightly, subconsciously looking at the man beside him.

Mu Beiting?

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, and fell into a pair of dark and deep pupils.

Mu Beiting's gaze always fell on her little face, seeing that her face had improved a bit, not as pale as before, and then he withdrew his gaze.

"You... why are you here?"

Hearing the sound, he pursed his thin lips, did not make a sound, and looked out the window with his head sideways.

He didn't know how he was here.

Could it be said that he was too deeply into the play, so he would take her away uncontrollably?

This really didn't seem to be something Mu Beiting would do.

At the thought, Mu Beiting's face became cold and severe, and he didn't understand what evil he was hitting, and he would do such a thing.

Su Xiangwan quietly looked at his profile, and when he saw that he didn't mean to speak, he also calmed down.

But he took her away directly, and the director didn't say a word. Could it be because of Mu Beiting's identity?

Just when Su Xiangwan was thinking about it, the car had slowly stopped in front of her house.

Because she was renting a house next to the film and television city, it was very close and a short drive away.

Mu Beiting took the lead to get out of the car, and Su Xiangwan was about to follow, but before one foot fell on the ground, he hugged her again and turned upstairs.

"Mu Beiting..."

Su Xiangwan was really confused at this meeting, he... why does he seem to be different today?

His embrace is warm, strong and solid.

Through the thin clothes, she could hear his strong heartbeat.

Su Xiangwan quietly raised his eyes and looked at his handsome face, his thin lips pressed lightly, as if he were not very happy.

After returning to the bedroom, Mu Beiting put Su Xiangwan on the sofa and wrapped her in a large blanket.

Then he took a bath towel and stood by her side and carefully wiped her dripping hair, very lightly.

Su Xiangwan raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes clear.

She thought that the person holding her was Han Che, but she never thought it would be Mu Beiting.

Perceiving her gaze, Mu Beiting's big hands paused slightly, and he looked at her small face coldly.

His eyes fell on her swollen little face, and he was slightly startled.

It was too dark just now, he hadn't noticed that her face was still injured, and the corners of her mouth were also stained with blue, it looked like she had been severely beaten.

His mind was inexplicably blocked, only to find it an eyesore.

The ghost was so awkward that she slowly stretched out her big hand to the corner of her lips, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Su Xiangwan stared at him and shook his head.

Mu Beiting retracted his hand and said softly: "Medicine box."

Su Xiangwan still looked at him stupidly, without making a sound.

It wasn't until Mu Beiting turned around and found the medicine box in the room that Su Xiangwan recovered, and quickly grabbed him and said, "Mu Beiting..."

He turned around, looked at the little hand she was holding him, and said nothing.

"These... are fake."

Mu Beiting was slightly startled, standing still in silence.

Su Xiangwan whispered again: "I really didn't get hurt, I painted it for plot needs..."

Mu Beiting came back to his senses, his face a little ugly.

Filming... Filming!

In just a few minutes, he turned his head and forgot that she was filming.