Drifting Towards You

But this time, Su Xiangwan really couldn't even smile.

The kind of people like Mu Beiting, the kind of people with small belly and chicken intestines, are afraid that they will kill her.

Su Xiangwan stood beside Mu Beiting, only feeling that the cells all over his body were shaking.

Lifted up slightly, moved aside, trying to stay away from him.

After all, the breath on his body is really...too cold.

But in the next second, her wrist was pinched, it was a big hand with well-knotted bones.

As soon as he raised his head and met his dark and dark eyes, Su Xiangwan gently swallowed his saliva.

"Where are you going?" He asked in a deep voice, his eyes faintly.

"No...no..." Su Xiangwan said softly.

Mu Beiting squinted his eyes and slowly said, "Be good, let's talk in depth when we go home."

After communicating four words in depth, he bit hard.

Su Xiangwan's legs trembled for no apparent reason, and he almost realized his fate.

Woo...you won't die if you don't do it.

Isn't it good to have a good dinner?

Why do you have to come to participate in some broken game...

After the end, Mu Beiting led her away from the back of the stage and went straight to the underground parking lot.

His pace is not fast, but Su Xiangwan is deliberately procrastinating.

The small steps kept rubbing backwards, but he still couldn't avoid being pulled all the way to the car.

"Mu... Mu Beiting, today is Christmas Eve." Su Xiangwan said uneasyly.

Mu Beiting glanced at her lightly, and slowly said, "I am deeply impressed."

Su Xiangwan was crying with a small face, and he couldn't help but was stuffed into the car and closed the door tightly.

Until he sat firmly beside her, Su Xiangwan said softly: "It's still early, or let's go shopping..."

Mu Beiting glanced at her sideways, raised his hand to loosen the tie, pulled out the tie and threw it aside, hugged her on his lap and slowly said, "I would rather wander around in your body."

Su Xiangwan shuddered, the mask on his face was torn off, and he was flushed with embarrassment.

"This...I can't blame me, those problems... so tricky..." Su Xiangwan whispered, not daring to look at him at all.

Mu Beiting's eyes were deep: "Drilled? You don't know if I have a birthmark? Hmm?"

Su Xiangwan remembered that he had a question today. It was indeed asking him if he had a birthmark.

She was too nervous at the time. After thinking for a long time, she vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a mark on his waist, and subconsciously thought it was a birthmark.

But she didn't remember until later, that piece seemed to be a scar.

It was from his previous injury, it was not a birthmark at all.

Su Xiangwan looked at him with mist in his eyes, how pitiful and pitiful: "I...um..."

He separated her legs with a big hand, let her sit on his body, and kissed her lips hard: "Go home and see how I can clean you up."

"Um... don't..." Su Xiangwan felt her whole body limp when she listened, but his waist was firmly imprisoned by him. As soon as he struggled, his thighs rubbed against him, but he could feel his changes.

She held her breath, did not dare to move, and could clearly feel that he was pressing against her fiercely.

She was scared by the clothes, and she didn't dare to move.

Su Xiangwan's body was stiff, his head was buried in his neck, and his chest was slightly up and down: "For the sake of me being on stage today to raise the flag for you, please forgive me."

"Oh, I was scared before I even started." He rubbed her back with his big hands.

Su Xiangwan was born with no love, how could it be said that it hasn't started yet.

Obviously a few hours ago, in the office... he even tossed her fiercely.

At this time, Su Xiangwan's cell phone rang suddenly, and the cell phone was thrown on the side of the car seat.

The two turned their heads and glanced together, and the call showed two characters: Ache.