Drifting Towards You

It's half past five in the evening.

Inside the master bedroom with a cool tone.

Mu Beiting changed into a set of black home clothes and sat down at the table, working with documents.

His hair was not completely dry, slightly damp, and two strands of hair fell from his forehead.

Two buttons on the neckline were unbuttoned, revealing a **** Adam's apple, indescribably lazy and handsome.

Unfortunately, Su Xiangwan couldn't appreciate it at all.

Because at the moment, she is standing by the wall, thinking about it.

Yeah, yes.

I just thought about it.

Although the big devil finally found out that he would let her go, but the big devil said that he was not letting her go.

Therefore, she was ordered to face the wall and think about it for two hours.

The warm orange sunset passed through the window, and scattered gold on the ground.

Su Xiangwan wore a pink house suit, stepped on furry slippers, and stood facing the wall for half an hour.

The hair was scattered randomly, and Su Xiangwan only felt a sore waist and leg pain.

She missed her big bed...oh, it looks like his bed.

The walls are white and colorful, and Su Xiangwan feels that if there is a wallpaper on the wall, she can count the patterns on the wallpaper anyway.

Unfortunately, there is nothing on the wall.

Secretly shifted the center of gravity on one leg, and the other was slightly bent a bit.

Phew... so sour...

Before he could finish his breath, a low voice came from his side: "Stand up straight."

Su Xiangwan was agitated, and immediately stood straight.

Mu Beiting glanced lightly at the little things in front of him, then lowered his head to continue working on the files.

After waiting for another ten minutes, Su Xiangwan couldn't help turning his head quietly, wanting to take a peek at what the Great Devil was doing.

But as soon as he turned his head, he met his dark eyes.

Her heart tightened, she quickly retracted her gaze, and continued to look at the wall.

Mu Beiting faintly retracted his gaze, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, as if he was in a good mood.

After standing for an hour, Su Xiangwan only felt his whole body stiff, comparable to a standing military posture.

The man's eyes were sharp and deep, and she always felt that the eyes fell on her, making her want to be lazy.

"Mu Beiting..." She said softly, turning her head to look at him.

The pen in Mu Beiting's hand kept making corrections on the document.

"Mu Beiting... My feet hurt..."

The pen in his hand paused slightly and slowly raised his eyes.

Su Xiangwan looked at him pitifully, his watery eyes were full of mist.

His heart softened and he almost let go.

But then I thought of the scene I saw in the morning, and then faintly retracted his gaze and said solemnly: "There are still fifty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds."

Seeing him unmoved, Su Xiangwan drooped his head like a flat ball.

Two straight slender feet got out of the slippers, stepped on them, curled their toes slightly, as if to relieve the pain of the feet.

Mu Beiting saw her small movements in his eyes, but made no sound this time.

After another twenty minutes, Su Xiangwan felt that both of his legs were not his own, and he pursed his lips slightly, as if sulking.

Mu Beiting definitely didn't like her.

It would be useless to give another 100 bunches of balloonflower.

Otherwise, why is it so hard-hearted.

Seeing that he was iron-hearted, Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, but settled down.

Until she felt both legs began to shake, his voice finally sounded: "Come here."

Su Xiangwan slowly raised his head and glanced at the time.

Phew... Two extremely long hours... finally arrived.

He got up and walked to the sofa. Su Xiangwan followed along with her feet. She looked at him accusingly, how pitiful it was.

Mu Beiting dragged her onto his lap, wrapped her in his arms, and whispered, "Tired?"