Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting stared at her for a few seconds, his thin lips lightly opened: "Okay."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that he would give her an answer so simply and neatly.

But then, thinking about what he said was good, he only agreed to consider it. It seemed that he had to work harder, and it was not the time to be happy.

Mu Beiting let her go and turned into the kitchen.

Su Xiangwan breathed out lightly, but suddenly remembered that he said he wanted to live here.

"Mu Beiting... Do you really want to live here tonight?"

"Yep."

"But... there is only one bed."

Mu Beiting didn't turn his head either, and still couldn't calm down from her softness just now.

"I sleep on the sofa."

Su Xiangwan turned his head and looked at his sofa, then looked at his height. Is he sure he can sleep?

Huh?

Could it be that he was preparing to sleep on the sofa just before dinner?

It seems that there was a premeditated plan...

Su Xiangwan looked at him suspiciously and couldn't help running to his side: "Mu Beiting, do you actually like me a little bit?"

Mu Beiting turned sideways and avoided her, ignoring the intention.

Su Xiangwan went to the other side again: "If you like me, you can admit it. It's not ashamed to admit it."

Mu Beiting glanced at her faintly, and walked to the other side to wash the bowl.

Su Xiangwan immediately followed up with a follower: "But it is also true. I am so good-looking, and it is normal for you to like me."

Mu Beiting was still silent, and didn't mean to answer at all.

"Hey, you have to say if you like me. Now say that I still remember who you are. When my drama is popular, there will be more people who like me. At that time, I may not even know who you are. ......" Su Xiangwan sighed solemnly, extremely narcissistic, like a cute little fox whose tail is about to rise to the sky.

But before she could finish her sentence, she clearly sensed that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong.

He shuddered subconsciously, and got goose bumps somehow.

He raised his head again, facing a pair of deep eyes, like a cold pool, unfathomable.

Mu Beiting approached her step by step, and she slowly stepped back.

She swallowed her saliva lightly, and she was a little uneasy.

Until he was blocked in the corner, Su Xiangwan smirked, and was about to change his flattery, but he suddenly dragged her into his arms, lowered his head and took a bite on her shoulder.

"Um... it hurts..."

Su Xiangwan's eye sockets instantly covered with a layer of water mist, and she pushed her small hand on his chest, but couldn't push him away.

"Mu Beiting...you bite me again..."

There was more crying in her voice, and the last time she bit her at the hotel was not settled, and she bit her again.

He must be a dog, he must be!

For no reason, listening to her just now, his heart was a little congested.

When she thought of what she said there would be thousands of people like her, and when she thought that she might not remember him at all, he would be irritable for no reason, and the force on his mouth became a bit heavier.

"Woo...it hurts..."

A line of tears rolled down her little face. If it weren't for far away, Su Xiangwan would really want to pick up the kitchen knife on the cutting board and chop him.

Mu Beiting slowly let go until a strong smell of blood overflowed in his mouth.

There was a tooth mark on the snow-white incense shoulder, which was a little red and swollen.

Su Xiangwan looked at him accusingly, very wronged.

His gaze flicked across her small face, a tear trail hung on her cheek, and her beautiful eyes were also slightly flushed, pitiful.

But this time, he didn't soften up his heart. He gently raised her chin, and said solemnly, "Dare you forget it."

Even if he scolded countless words of your uncle in his heart, Su Xiangwan shook his head obediently, with tears still stained on his eyelashes.

"Talk." He was dissatisfied.