Drifting Towards You

Seeing that there was only one last item left, he suddenly fell into a powerful embrace with a void under his feet.

"Little...Uncle..."

"What's your name?" Simocheng raised his eyebrows and looked down at her.

Against his sharp gaze, Li Xiaoxiao was flustered and stammered: "Si...Simocheng."

Only then did his face relax a bit, and he hugged her into the bathroom and said, "To take a shower, I'll let someone prepare clothes."

Li Xiaoxiao stood blankly under the shower, wearing a big quilt.

Listening to him, looking at him silly.

Si Mocheng couldn't help rubbing her little head: "Should I wash it for you?"

Hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao finally recovered, took a step back and hurriedly shook his head: "No...no!"

A touch of pampering slipped across Si Mocheng's eyes, and he said solemnly, "It's not that it hasn't been washed."

Li Xiaoxiao's small face slammed, flushed red, and stared at him a little angry: "You...get out, get out!"

Si Mocheng didn't tease her anymore and couldn't help but kiss her little cheek: "Call me if you feel uncomfortable."

Li Xiaoxiao bit her lips and didn't make a sound, until Si Mocheng left and closed the bathroom door, she was relieved.

After removing the quilt, he looked at the bathroom.

Worried about getting wet, he tiptoedly walked to the door and quietly opened the gap between the thickness of his fingers.

Si Mocheng stood by the window and lit a cigarette, and saw that a corner of the quilt was slowly stuffed out of the gap, and then it got bigger and bigger, and the gap in the door also widened a bit.

He turned around, folded his legs, and leaned slightly on the balcony, watching while smoking, quite interesting.

Li Xiaoxiao worked hard for a few minutes before throwing the entire quilt out, and then cautiously closed the bathroom door tightly, then stuck it to the bathroom door and whispered, "Uncle, would you put the quilt back on the bed?"

Si Mocheng squinted and smoked without making a sound.

But when he finished speaking, Li Xiaoxiao reacted, sticking out his tongue and tentatively said: "Simo City?"

He didn't like her calling his uncle.

But these three words are the words that have appeared most frequently in her nineteen years.

It is a habit but also a dependence, and now I suddenly want to change my mouth, and I am always a little uncomfortable.

Si Mocheng stepped forward with his long legs and replied: "En."

Li Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, opened the shower and took a bath.

She lowered her eyes lightly, with drops of water hanging on her eyelashes, and patches of pink on her snow-white body, all traces of him.

It hurts... Although it is indeed the kind of unspeakable pleasure in the book when I reach the high point.

But these two times, it really hurts so much that I want to cry.

How to do it?

What should I do……

What should she do in the future.

Li Xiaoxiao stood under the shower, lost in consciousness.

Everything is messed up, all messed up.

About half an hour or so, the bathroom door opened, and a lot of heat gushed out.

Si Mocheng raised his eyes to look at her, and she changed into the clothes he had sent him.

The light pink sweater and jeans are more tightly shielded, and there is nothing unusual.

Meeting his gaze, Li Xiaoxiao stopped in place, feeling a little at a loss.

She really didn't know what to do.

She slept with him again, and slept several times.

At this time, he said that he should be allowed to go back, and that he should be separated from him. Maybe he was looking for death.

Could it be that you really want to go back?

She didn't know how to face her mother, nor what to do in the future.

If one day Simo City fell from a high position because of her, she would definitely regret it.

Just thinking about it, Li Xiaoxiao's heart hurts like a needle.