Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan stepped back a little bit, his warm breath scattered on her face, making her more uneasy.

Within a few seconds, Su Xiangwan's waist was sore because of the too great a backward angle.

"Well……"

Unable to hold back a stalemate, she fell on the bed, and Mu Beiting put her arms around her ears, staring at her attractive face with deep eyes.

She is so good-looking, like a fairy.

His gaze fell on her lips, and her Adam's apple rolled slightly, his gaze getting hotter and hotter, burning on her skin, making Su Xiangwan more uneasy.

"Call again."

He spoke in a deep voice, his thin lips pressed together, almost rubbing hers.

Su Xiangwan's heart raised his throat, and his heart almost jumped out.

"No... no more..."

Su Xiangwan spoke aggrievedly, but with a move of her small mouth, it pressed against his lips, making her face flush a little bit.

Mu Beiting's throat was dry, his whole body seemed to be on fire, and his breathing became a bit heavier.

"Mu...Mu Beiting...I...I...You are too close to me."

Su Xiangwan's tongue curled a little, and even his head was not very bright.

Mu Beiting was awake for a few minutes, sniffing the scent on her body, leaned over her ear and whispered: "Scream again, and you will be stripped."

When the words fell, he turned and left her room without looking back.

Su Xiangwan breathed out again, his small face flushed, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead, lying limp on the big bed like a stream of spring water.

Bastard!

rogue!

metamorphosis!

After a full ten minutes, Su Xiangwan slowly got up, tidyed up things briefly, and took a shower.

On the other side, Mu Beiting was not good at all.

Her breath and temperature still seemed to remain on his lips, making him a little bit out of control.

After Su Xiangwan had packed his things, he had never seen Mu Beiting. He couldn't help but remember that there seemed to be a hot spring bath on the second floor, so he was a little foolish|eager to move.

Putting on a coat, I looked for Mu Beiting everywhere, wanting to ask him if he could use the hot spring.

In the end, he was not found at all.

Seeing her dangling upstairs and downstairs, Uncle Xiang couldn't help saying, "Miss Su, what do you need?"

"Um...Uncle Xiang...Can I use the hot spring upstairs?"

Uncle Xiang was startled, and then he smiled: "Of course."

Su Xiangwan still asked uneasy: "Does Mu Beiting have any taboos?"

"The young master rarely uses hot springs, and the springs are all living springs, so Miss Su can rest assured."

"Thank you Uncle Xiang."

After Su Xiangwan thanked him, he turned upstairs.

Uncle Xiang looked at her back, stroked the non-existent beard, and showed a deep smile.

Turning around, Ma Rong couldn't help but said, "What is it that makes you laugh so happy."

"Miss Su wants to use the hot spring upstairs."

"It's not that Master Hot Spring never let others use it, you don't know that Master has a habit of cleanliness."

"You don't understand this, Miss Su is no one else."

"Why not someone else? But it is indeed the first woman Young Master brought home..."

"Buddha said, don't say... don't say! Hahaha..."

Seeing Uncle Xiang leaving with a smile, Madam Rong reacted: "Eh? No? Didn't the young master just go in not long ago."

When the words were over, Rong's mother suddenly realized: "Ah~ I see, you bad old man! Beware of the young master to fix you!"

Ma Rong hurriedly followed in the footsteps of Uncle Xiang.