Drifting Towards You

Si Mocheng ignored her, the curve of his jaw was tight, and his deep eyes were a little cold.

Li Xiaoxiao was wrapped in a quilt and was not his opponent at all.

Si Mocheng frowned, hugged her back to the bedroom, and tucked her directly into the quilt.

After Li Xiaoxiao was put on the bed, she was about to crawl out, but Simocheng unceremoniously stuffed her back: "Sleep honestly!"

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't twist him, only a small head was exposed under the quilt, staring at him with big misty eyes, and insisted: "I'm not drunk."

"Speak when you wake up." He said in a deep voice, commanding.

Li Xiaoxiao's face was sulky, and he stared at him for a long time.

He sat down slowly by the bed, and his voice was mild: "Observe, close your eyes, go to sleep."

Li Xiaoxiao stared for a while, indeed felt that his eyelids were sour and heavy.

After a small hand got out of the quilt, he gently grasped his big hand before he was willing to close his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Simocheng's expression eased a bit.

The light in the bedroom was extinguished by him, only a gap was left in front of the door, revealing a little halo in the living room.

He almost turned into a shadow in the darkness, sitting upright on the edge of the bed, guarding her motionlessly.

There was a soft ball on his fingers, and he was grasped very tightly by her.

The faint scent of wine in her nose and the sweet scent of her body made his depressed heart a little disturbed.

I don't know how long it took, until she heard a sound of even breathing, and he moved slightly.

Fingers pulled out of her palms, and stared at her small face for a while.

Then he leaned over and gently dropped a kiss on her cheek: "Good night."

When the words were over, he stood up softly, retreated from her room, and closed the door tightly.

In the darkness, Li Xiaoxiao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

After returning to the room, Si Mocheng sat on the sofa for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

At nine o'clock exactly, he took off his underwear, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

At half past nine, Simocheng walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts. His naked body, tight and perfect muscle lines, strong and powerful arms, and short damp hair all made his blood spurt.

Only one face is too cold, without any expression.

Even if he is not wearing clothes at the moment, he still has an inexplicable sense of deterrence.

He wiped his hair, walked to the door and turned off the headlight. Half a small head was slowly exposed from the bedding on the bed. A pair of misty eyes quietly fell on his back, and then quietly retracted.

After the light was turned off, there was only one wall lamp left in the room.

Simo City stopped two meters by the bed, stopped, his eyes fell on the raised bed.

He twisted his eyebrows, and said solemnly: "Xiaoxiao."

Li Xiaoxiao didn't move, pretending that he couldn't hear.

"I'll count for three seconds, and go back to the room." His voice was filled with anger, cold and merciless.

Li Xiaoxiao remained motionless, vowing to play dead to the end.

Si Mocheng stared at the lump on the bed for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes and slowly said, "I'll go to the living room. If you wake up, I'll talk to you."

Hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao was slightly startled.

Si Mocheng waited for a few seconds, then turned to open the door.

Hearing his footsteps, Li Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and he lifted the quilt and ran off the bed.

A pair of soft hands tightly wrapped around his strong waist from behind, her little face pressed against his hard back.

Si Mocheng's footsteps paused slightly, his whole body tightened a bit.

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes, hugged him tightly, nervous and anxious, and whispered, "Don't go."