Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan's eye circles were red, and he was silent.

Mu Beiting sighed lightly, pinched her chin and said solemnly, "What are you saying, I should really beat you up!"

Su Xiangwan sobbed softly: "You are not allowed to beat me. If you beat me, I will ignore you again."

Mu Beiting snorted coldly, "I've got a lot of skills, huh?"

Su Xiangwan's tears became more and more fierce, and he choked up: "I like you so much, and you still doubt me..."

Mu Beiting kissed her tears, and whispered: "I don't doubt you, I'm just... jealous, so jealous that I can't control myself, jealous that I turned into a lunatic."

Su Xiangwan pursed his lips and said nothing, but didn't believe it, but looked at him suspiciously.

Mu Beiting hugged her into his arms and whispered softly: "Late night, you don't know how important you are to me."

Su Xiangwan's gaze was a little blank, and after a moment he lowered his eyes.

She knew, she always knew.

"Don't hate me, okay?" His chin rested on her head, and he spoke softly, uneasy.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes lightly, tears still dyed on his eyelashes.

She stretched out her hand to hug his waist, leaned her head on his chest and whispered, "How can I hate you? I love you so much."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He wasn't annoying him just now, he was just jealous, and even more disturbed.

He was afraid that without the memory, he would be farther away from her, and even more afraid of being excluded from her life.

There are so many people who like her and know her, but he knows nothing.

Su Xiangwan raised his head slightly, because he had just cried, and his eyes seemed to be washed with water, bright and translucent.

When looking at him, it seems that he is the only one left in the world.

Mu Beiting's gaze became mild, and he whispered, "Then give me a kiss again."

Su Xiangwan put his arms around his neck and proactively kissed him on tiptoes.

She actually regretted it too. He has no memory now and must be particularly disturbed. She should be more patient and shouldn't annoy him.

Mu Beiting held her slender waist with his big hands and leaned over to deepen the kiss, his movements were very light and gentle.

The ice and snow melted, and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

Not long after, rustling sounds sounded in the room.

"Don't touch me...you messed up my clothes for a while..."

"Just touch it."

"Oh! You touched it a few times... Mu Beiting... Um... my lipstick!"

"Well, what can I taste again."

"Don't make a fuss...you spoiled my makeup."

...

More than half an hour later, the makeup artist hurried in to apply makeup to Su Xiangwan.

Mu Beiting's thin lips were also stained with the color of her lipstick, and after wiping them with a tissue, a shallow layer remained.

Su Xiangwan glared at him angrily, and he stood beside the makeup artist waiting for her.

Seeing her looking at herself, she kissed her lightly on the forehead: "Don't always seduce me."

Su Xiangwan's face flushed red, and the makeup artist couldn't help but said, "Your relationship is really good."

Su Xiangwan didn't speak, and then snorted softly and ignored him.

It was not until 6:20 that Su Xiangwan put on his makeup and got into the car with Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting held her small hand all the way, clasping her fingers, and he repeatedly kneaded in the palm of his palm.

Su Xiangwan also leaned on him, remembering what happened just now, and couldn't help but speak: "Mu Beiting, I think you are praised for saying that you are a vinegar tank."

"En?" He looked down at her.

Su Xiangwan raised his hand and compared and said, "Your mind's eye is probably a hundred times smaller than the needle's eye, oh no, it's 10,000 times! It's close to nothing!"

Mu Beiting just looked at her dozingly, without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan was quiet for a few seconds, and couldn't help but said: "Huh? That's not right. If you don't have a heart, wouldn't you be a lack of heart!"