Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan pushed him away, sat up and choked up and said, "You are not allowed to touch me."

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows, held her in his arms, and said solemnly: "I will cry and kiss you again."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiangwan's tears flowed more fiercely.

She didn't know what she was crying.

Probably because he knew that he would feel distressed, so I couldn't stop crying.

Or maybe it's the fear, sadness, and grievance over the past year or so.

Mu Beiting frowned and wiped her tears, softly coaxing, "You want my life, don't you?"

Su Xiangwan's nose and eye circles were slightly red, and she grieved: "You don't listen to me, and you want to sleep with me as soon as you meet."

Mu Beiting kissed her little cheek, coaxing her: "Listen, it's all about you."

Su Xiangwan shrank into his arms, cleverly like a cat, sobbing: "Then you are not allowed to touch me today."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, suppressed the desire in his heart, but still coaxed her in a low voice: "Okay, don't touch it."

"No tomorrow..." Su Xiangwan continued.

"Yep."

"There is still the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, without my consent, it will not be allowed." Su Xiangwan choked up and said.

Mu Beiting's face darkened a bit, his dark eyes were deep and bitter, and he slowly said, "You don't want to be too late."

Su Xiangwan's tears burst out again, and he couldn't tell why he could cry like this all of a sudden.

It's not that she really doesn't want him to touch her.

I just want him to spoil her and spoil her.

"I don't care, you have to listen to me and everything." Su Xiangwan said unreasonably.

Seeing that she started crying again, Mu Beiting couldn't, but felt uncomfortable in his heart. He wiped her tears and said: "Okay, listen to you, listen to you."

His sister-in-law and grandma were born to restrain him.

After receiving the promise, Su Xiangwan stopped and shrank in his arms cleverly.

Smelling the faint scent of her body, Mu Beiting's throat moved slightly, and he felt that after another two years of cultivation, he might be able to go to Wutai Mountain to become a monk.

He kissed her forehead lightly, his eyes deep, and the blue veins on her forehead were erected.

How could he forget the past?

Suddenly he was more urgent than he is now, more eager to know how they met and how she rubbed him.

Meng Xiaolan looked at all this from outside the door, and she was a little dazed.

The fundus of the eyes was involuntarily covered with a layer of water mist, and I only felt an indescribable sense of oppression and suffocation in my heart.

Is this man Mu Beiting?

Is it the man who is so stingy that he doesn't even bother to look at her every day?

Is it the man who doesn't even move even if she carefully prepares breakfast?

Is it the man who would drive her out of the car without mercy in the street, and would unceremoniously let her leave the villa?

She never thought that he had such a side.

It turns out that he is not incapable of being gentle, not incapable of retreating, and even less invincible.

It's just that those were given to another woman.

Thinking of his obsession with Su Xiangwan just now, thinking of him coaxing her in a low voice, thinking of the gentleness and pampering in his eyes.

Meng Xiaolan was a little lost.

Originally, she was just playing it as a game, but she didn't know when she fell in love.

But is that man really her?

Meng Xiaolan lowered her eyes slowly, with an unspeakable jealousy and an unspeakable sense of powerlessness.

At this time, Ma Rong noticed something wrong downstairs.

After hurried upstairs, she saw Meng Xiaolan standing in front of the door peeping at a glance, and her voice became louder: "Miss Meng, what are you doing here?"