Drifting Towards You

Li Xiaoxiao's mouth was flat, but he was honest.

The bed had his breath, clean and tidy, with a touch of grass and mint scent, which made her feel particularly at ease.

She closed her eyes and planned to sleep, but for half an hour, she couldn't fall asleep either.

Quietly raised his head and glanced at him. He lowered his eyes slightly and his handsome face was very close to her. Immediately, Li Xiaoxiao crawled out of his quilt, got directly into his quilt, and retracted into his arms.

"Xiaoxiang..." Si Mocheng's voice became a little cold.

"I don't care if I want to sleep with you." Li Xiaoxiao shrank tightly in his arms, shamelessly.

Si Mocheng twisted his eyebrows, and finally reached out to embrace her slender waist.

Her waist was so thin that it could not be gripped, soft and attractive.

But before long, the sleepy Li Xiaoxiao began to realize that there was something wrong, and there was a hot spot under him, which belonged to him.

She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at Si Mocheng and said, "You are thinking about bad things."

He gently stroked her eyes with a big hand, and gently kissed her on the forehead: "Hey, keep sleeping."

Li Xiaoxiao nodded blankly, and closed his eyes again.

But just now, the sleepiness disappeared again somehow, but he was particularly aware of his changes.

A few minutes later, Li Xiaoxiao whispered: "You have been against me, I can't sleep."

Si Mocheng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I will send you back to the room."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao immediately turned around and hugged his neck tightly, riding one leg directly on him: "I don't want it, I don't want to go back."

I was trying my best to forbear, being so troubled by her, I almost confessed directly here.

Si Mocheng couldn't help her, his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Li Xiaoxiao hesitated and said softly: "Are you uncomfortable, or I..."

Before she could finish her words, Si Mocheng took her leg off her body stiffly, and then broke off her arm and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to take a shower."

When the words fell, he didn't wait for Li Xiaoxiao to react.

He has walked into the bathroom.

Li Xiaoxiao sat on the bed in a daze, still not recovering for a while.

What's the matter with uncle?

Why don't you touch her and take a cold shower instead?

Thinking of this, Li Xiaoxiao's mood fell a little bit.

Sitting on the head of the bed with her knees on her knees, a little absent-minded.

Does he dislike her anymore?

Still regret it?

Or why? She doesn't understand.

When Simocheng came out, he found that the bedside lamp was on, and when he raised his eyes, he met her with a cold expression.

He walked over to her and sat on the side of the bed, and took her little hand and said, "It's noisy again."

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes and said softly: "If you still want us to be relatives, you can tell me, I understand."

Si Mocheng's brows gradually wrinkled, and he was about to speak.

Li Xiaoxiao ran out of bed and said, "I went back to my room to sleep."

But where is Simo City moving fast, he pulled her back into his arms with a long arm: "What are you tossing about in the middle of the night? Isn't it energetic?"

Li Xiaoxiao's small face bulged slightly, making no sound.

Si Mocheng sighed and kissed her hair lightly: "Xiaoxiao, you are not ready yet."

If it was the first time, he was out of control by Li Xiaoxiao.

The second time it was caused by her.

But now, calm down, he couldn't just accept her like that.

He knows better than anyone else, because Xiaoxiao's heart is particularly insecure because of his childhood growth environment.

He knew better that she was more dependent on herself than anyone else.