Drifting Towards You

He didn't know if the other party had any intention of killing him, but he was thinking secretly and waiting until he was in the open air environment.

At that time, someone outside will always hear the movement, so that at least there will be a chance to report to Mu Beiting to save Su Xiangwan.

Xiang Yi pretended to be unconscious and wanted to move forward.

But the other person was not very human, but they noticed the change in his breathing in the blink of an eye. The two looked at each other, and then the iron rod struck him hard again.

This time, Xiang Yi was too late to react and plunged into darkness.

On the other side, in a dizzy moment, Su Xiangwan bit her tongue hard, and the painful stimulation made her sober for two minutes.

She can't go to sleep... can't go to sleep.

Dimly, she saw Han Che also collapsed on the opposite sofa, motionless.

The eyelids are getting heavier, and the narrower and narrower angle of view clearly sees a pair of military boots, getting closer.

The **** smell in his mouth was a bit fishy at first, but gradually became numb, as if it had no taste.

The figure of the visitor obscured the lights in the lobby, casting a shadow on Su Xiangwan.

She moved her fingers laboriously, trying to see who it was.

However, she didn't have any strength at all, as if she had been lowered her head, and even her consciousness was completely lost.

Su Xiangwan's heart sank. He only felt that he was going to be fierce, and he didn't even have the strength to bite the tip of his tongue again.

Before long, she couldn't resist the deep tiredness.

It was dark in front of him, and he fainted completely.

In the last moment before fainting, she saw a big white hand picking up her dropped mobile phone and hung up the call.

That hand was like a man's hand, without any special signs, except that the hair on the knuckles was a bit heavy, which formed a sharp contrast with the big white hand.

The next day.

Su Xiangwan woke up in a daze, with a splitting headache.

She stared at the ceiling, as if in a hotel room.

After reacting for a while, she gradually remembered the scene last night.

She asked Han Che to meet, and then fainted without knowing why.

After that, it was like lost and lost...

A memory of the wrong shadow came to mind.

Su Xiangwan's brows were tightly twisted into a ball, one hand supported his forehead, his memory was chaotic.

How can you faint if you are good at it?

Su Xiangwan's eyes darkened a bit, and he couldn't help but think of the candle fragrance on the table.

A white candle that is more than an inch tall has a diameter of about ten centimeters.

She still faintly remembers the scent of the candle, fearing that it was the problem of the incense.

Su Xiangwan's face was a little heavy, pale without blood, his lips were whitish, and his hair was a bit messy, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

Looked down at his clothes.

Light blue casual shirt top and short skirt, the shirt is full of folds, the skirt is nothing else.

What was going on last night, how could her memory be so confused.

Su Xiangwan slowly got up, was about to get out of bed, but suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on his shirt again.

One button of the shirt was snapped, and the entire row was wrong.

She raised her index finger, her cool fingertips lightly fell on a button, and she was silent.

Yesterday she remembered clearly that she checked this button and every one was correct.

Su Xiangwan's heart was disturbed for no reason.

At this moment, the sound of water in the bathroom pulled her thoughts back.

She curled her eyebrows and got up, walked to the bathroom, knocked **** the door, making a ‘bang’.