Drifting Towards You

The slightly cool touch made Su Xiangwan awake a little bit, and opened his eyes in a dazed sleep, almost forgetting where he was.

Immediately after he felt a big warm hand on her waist, she gently massaged her strangle mark.

Su Xiangwan gradually came to his senses, watched him lose consciousness, and said nothing.

"Turn over." He suddenly said, his voice deep.

Su Xiangwan got up and said, "You know I'm awake."

Mu Beiting pressed his thin lips tightly, making no sound.

Su Xiangwan stuck out his tongue and got up: "I'll do it myself."

After all, she was still wearing a nightdress, and the hem of the skirt was lifted directly to the waist, which was a bit...shy.

It can be said that Mu Beiting just glanced at her faintly, his eyes a little cold: "Get down."

Su Xiangwan intuitively felt that he was in a bad mood, and after struggling for a few seconds, he still lay down obediently, with his back facing up.

Pour the medicine on her soft waist, Mu Beiting's big hand covered it, and gently massaged her.

Su Xiangwan tilted his head, but also honestly.

The medicated oil was a bit cool and spicy, so that she didn't seem to feel that pain anymore.

She's pretty obedient, and has been obediently silent.

More than ten minutes passed before Mu Bei Tingcai's big hand paused slightly.

He didn't have any other thoughts, but she was too white, her pearl-like skin was glowing and moist under the yellow light, her little buttocks were slightly curled up, pink lace panties, and two pairs. Snow-white slender legs.

It was so brightly exposed in front of his eyes, causing the blood in his veins to surge continuously.

Su Xiangwan waited for a while, before seeing his movements, turned his head slightly: "Alright?"

Mu Beiting ignored her and pulled down her nightdress to cover the spring in the room.

He had been married to her for so long, but he still didn't have much control over her.

He lowered his eyes slightly and got up to go to the bathroom to wash his hands. After Su Xiangwan got up, he lost his sleepiness before sitting on the sofa and looked in his direction stupidly.

After Mu Beiting came back, he looked at her and said solemnly: "Sleep."

"Oh……"

Su Xiangwan climbed into bed, he turned off the light.

As soon as the bed beside him sank, Su Xiangwan arched over and slipped into his arms skillfully: "Are you angry?"

"No." He put one hand around her waist, moving very lightly.

"You ignore me." She said softly, a little aggrieved.

He didn't say anything, and Su Xiangwan spoke to himself: "You don't know how tired Diaoweiya is. I put it down and my waist is about to break. Even my legs are soft."

"Mu Beiting...Did you miss me?" Her little hand was lightly wrapped around his chest, a little clingy.

"En." He just responded.

Su Xiangwan curled his lips slightly, even if he only said one word, it sounded a bit perfunctory.

But she just knew that he must miss her.

Not long after, there was a sound of even breathing in his arms.

Mu Beiting slowly opened his eyes and looked at her, her head resting on his chest, she didn't know if she would be uncomfortable and she slept soundly.

It must be really exhausted.

He put her little head back on the pillow with a little pain, and carefully adjusted her posture so that she wouldn't hit the strangle mark on her waist.

The night is thick.

It should have been a good night's dream, but Su Xiangwan didn't sleep well.

In a daze, it seems to have returned to last night.

She dreamed that she was helped back to the room by Han Che, dreamed of Han Che, dreamed that the two were having a relationship...