Drifting Towards You

what?

Su Xiangwan looked at him in surprise, almost suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

But Mu Beiting looked at her directly, obviously without the intention of repeating it again.

"Why... why?"

Su Xiangwan was a little nervous, and subconsciously picked up the water glass and drank some water.

Mu Beiting got up to clean up the dishes, and replied calmly: "You have injuries on your body, I can't rest assured."

'puff! ’

Before he drank a sip of water, Su Xiangwan sprayed it all out, which happened to be sprayed on Mu Beiting's navy blue pajamas.

There was an injury on her body, and he couldn't help it.

How did he say these words without changing his face.

He was sure that the injury in his mouth was referring to her finger that was wrapped in several layers of bandages?

He was really sure that it wasn't because she had some kind of stroke, hemiplegia, or an incurable disease such as several stabs, so he couldn't feel relieved?

Mu Beiting's movements paused slightly, frowned, and raised his eyes to look at the shocked little thing in front of him, his black eyes deep.

Does she not want him to stay?

The room instantly became deadly quiet.

Su Xiangwan recovered, and hurriedly ran to him and wiped his pajamas with a tissue: "I...I just heard you want to stay, and I was so excited that I didn't control my emotions."

Mu Beiting's eyes were dull and unclear, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes kept falling on her little face.

Su Xiangwan didn't have time to take care of his gaze, but felt that he was really unlucky.

I don't know how much the pajamas cost him, and will she be compensated again.

She was so poor that she really didn't want to perform another drag show.

The water spray just hit the position of his abdominal muscles, Su Xiangwan wiped the outside of the placket, frowned and unbuttoned the three buttons under him, turned the placket over and wiped the inside again.

She lowered her head slightly, his eyes fell on her loose neckline, and her Adam's apple couldn't help but roll.

He kept moving her little hands, and through the thin clothes, she could feel how soft her little hands were.

Mu Beiting felt a bit dry in his throat inexplicably, and his eyes became hot when he stared at her.

After busying for a long time, Su Xiangwan lightly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he let go, he squeezed his wrist and pulled it back into his arms.

Mu Beiting's voice was hoarse: "Is anyone telling you that you can't unbutton a man casually."

Su Xiangwan swallowed lightly, only to feel that his chest was hot, just like his eyes.

"I didn't do it casually, I was very serious about it." Her eyelashes trembled lightly, but she boldly met his sight.

Mu Beiting's thin lips lightly opened, and his eyes were dim and unclear: "Then, do you know that this sentence will make a man think about it."

The warm breath sprayed on her neck, and her little face was reddened uncontrollably.

Su Xiangwan's little hand pushed on his chest, keeping a few minutes away.

Although I know that Mu Beiting is not good, but...but it still takes some time to get in touch with a man so close...

But the opportunity is to be grasped by yourself, now is not the time for hypocrisy.

After a few seconds, Su Xiangwan gradually relaxed.

"Mu Beiting, do you want to think about me again."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Think about it."

She hung her gaze slightly, her little hand resting on his chest, gently drawing circles, so that his attention fell on her fingers.

A few seconds later, her eyelashes quivered, raising her clear and cold eyes, and looking at him softly: "Consider me as your wife."