Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan looked at him pitifully: "I finally managed to escape, you are still fierce."

At the moment he thought of it, Mu Beiting's heart throbbed, and his eyes were blushing a bit.

Seeing that he seemed to be trying his best to endure something, Su Xiangwan panicked, and reached out to grab his big hand: "I'm fine."

His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, his chin had light blue stubble, and his shirt and trousers were covered with snow stains. It was obvious that she had frightened him.

She was sour and only felt distressed.

After staring at her for a few seconds, Mu Beiting slowly lowered his eyes, and said with a hoarse voice: "No more dead words in the future."

Su Xiangwan's eyes are reddish: "Well, I know, I won't talk about it later."

Seeing that her hair was indeed covered with snow and mud, Mu Beiting hugged her to the bathroom and said in a deep voice, "Five minutes, the water shouldn't be too hot."

"I know." Su Xiangwan responded softly.

He just put her on the ground.

After the bathroom door was closed tightly, Mu Beiting stood in front of the bathroom door, leaning against the wall on one side, silent.

He wanted to do it for him, but he knew she was shy, and feared that she would be tossing and wasting energy.

Su Xiangwan was pretty clever. He really just took a brief rinse and came out.

Mu Beiting wrapped her in a blanket and hugged her back to the bed. She looked at him and said softly, "I can walk."

Without a word, he dried her hair with a hair dryer, and said solemnly, "Sleep."

"Waiting for you..."

Mu Beiting glanced at her and sent a pajama to take a shower.

When she came back, she was too sleepy to open her eyes, but she was still waiting for him.

The sky was already bright, and the cold snowy night finally passed.

He dried his hair and went to bed, got into the quilt and hugged her tightly, with his hands and feet in his arms, for fear that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

The lights in the room went out, and the curtains shone a little red from the rising sun.

The light in the room was still very dark, and Su Xiangwan spoke softly: "I was so sleepy at that time, but I have been waiting for you all the time."

Mu Beiting's eyes were sour and he kissed the back of her neck lightly: "I'm sorry, I always make you wait."

Su Xiangwan gently curled the corners of his lips, closed his eyes and said, "But I'm waiting..."

As long as I can wait for you, I am willing to wait as long as possible.

Because of extreme exhaustion and reversal of black and white, the two of them slept until the evening of the same day, which coincided with the time when the sun went down again.

After Su Xiangwan turned awake, he has been cleverly nestled in his arms.

He is so warm, like a small stove, very comfortable.

The sleep was exceptionally stable, as if those cold days and snow all over the sky were nothing but a shocking dream.

Mu Beiting had also woke up long ago, and Su Xiangwan turned over and faced him.

He pillowed his other arm, one hand wrapped her around her, and his eyes fell slightly on her face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled, and his face seemed a bit cold.

Although not very fierce, but needless to say, he must be very angry.

Su Xiangwan said softly: "I was wrong, I shouldn't run into the mountain with Han Che."

Mu Beiting didn't say a word, still holding her with his big hands.

Su Xiangwan's little hand grabbed his button and whispered, "I won't run around again next time, and I won't finish with Han Che. Don't be angry with me, okay."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes slightly, did not speak, put his chin on top of her head, smelling the fragrance of her hair, his heart slowly fell back to where he was.