Drifting Towards You

He stopped in front of the door, but didn't hear anything inside.

Unscrewing the handle of the door with a big hand, he saw the pink and tender little things shrunk into a ball on the bed, the quilt was messed up by her, and the doll's head was several times larger than hers.

Li Xiaoxiao heard the movement of opening the door, originally lying on the bed in the direction of the door, suddenly turned over and turned his back to him.

Si Mocheng stopped by the bed and stared at her silently, she was angry.

He just stood by the bed, his breath was so strong that he couldn't ignore it.

After a few minutes passed, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't hold his breath, got up from the bed and turned off the light, then climbed into the bed again: "I'm going to sleep..."

But before she lay down, she was picked up by Simocheng.

He hugged her on his lap and turned on the light again.

"Angry?" he asked her in a deep voice.

Li Xiaoxiao's small face was sulky, sitting on his lap without talking, bowing his head and holding the doll in his hand.

Si Mocheng took away the doll in her hand, put it on the bed, and said again: "I haven't said anything yet, is it so bad-tempered?"

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him accusingly, her eyes flushed, and said aggrieved: "You ignore me...I might as well be happy to go abroad."

When she spoke, Si Mocheng's expression looked a little ugly.

He said nothing, Li Xiaoxiao raised his watery eyes to look at him, and whispered, "Do you dislike me anymore?"

Si Mocheng stared down at her, then pressed her small head against his chest after a long time.

With a light sigh, she is still too young.

I don't know what love is, maybe I don't know what love is at all.

He didn't speak, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but whispered: "Are you still angry with me?"

He glanced at her coldly and said, "What do you think."

Li Xiaoxiao stretched out his arm around his neck and whispered softly: "When I threw it away, I was really reluctant to give it up, but... I was afraid that I would miss you if I saw it."

Si Mocheng said nothing.

Li Xiaoxiao asked again: "Do you miss me?"

He didn't answer, and Li Xiaoxiao didn't force an answer either, her little hand touched his chest lightly, and through the shirt, he began to mess up.

Si Mocheng squeezed her wrist: "What are you doing?"

Li Xiaoxiao raised her face to look at him: "Touch whether you have chest muscles."

He looked down and asked her: "Have you not seen it?"

Li Xiaoxiao explained: "The first time I was drunk, there was no impression at all, and the second time I was confused and didn't pay attention..."

While speaking, her little hand touched his chest.

It's hard and warm, and inexplicably makes people feel safe.

A wave of fluctuation flashed in Si Mocheng's pupils, and he took her little hand down again and said, "After touching it, I will take a bath and sleep."

"Oh..." Li Xiaoxiao was still a little bit reluctant to hold his arms. He definitely didn't know how warm his arms were, except that it was harder and comfortable.

But while moving back and forth, Li Xiaoxiao noticed that something underneath him was gradually recovering.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, staring at Simocheng blankly: "He...he's changing."

Si Mocheng's pupils became darker and darker, and she let her get down from her lap, and said in a deep voice, "Go take a bath."

"Oh……"

Li Xiaoxiao stuck out his tongue and ran into the bathroom, but his face blushed involuntarily.

Si Mocheng turned back to the bathroom of his room and took a cold shower.

After taking a shower, Li Xiaoxiao blew her hair out, opened the bedroom door, and saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room smoking a cigarette.

She rubbed it very skillfully, got into his arms, and whispered, "Blow your hair."

"Hair dryer." Si Mocheng pinched out the smoke.

"In the room." Li Xiaoxiao replied.

"How do you blow it?" he asked.

"Oh, then I'll get it..." Li Xiaoxiao ran back to the bedroom and took out the hair dryer.