Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting's brows became tighter, but he still ignored her.

Su Xiangwan stepped up, and moved a few minutes closer, rubbed his small face lightly against his handsome face, and then turned his head to focus on the computer: "What are you looking at?"

Mu Beiting said coldly: "Stocks."

"Oh..." Seeing that he was still taking care of himself, Su Xiangwan felt a little better.

But she really didn't have any interest in stocks, so she turned her gaze back to study the man in front of her.

One will blow gently into his ears, and then put his lips together to tease him, or stretch out his hand to brush his hair.

Mu Beiting only felt that there was nothing more annoying than this woman.

He didn't even touch him, and cheated him badly, and now he came to tease him like this again.

Thinking of what happened just now, Mu Beiting's face tightened even more. Su Xiangwan also felt that he was a bit too much just now and shouldn't lie to him. He couldn't help but whispered, "I'm sleepy, don't you sleep?"

Mu Beiting's throat became more and more dry, and she only felt that her words were incomparably like an invitation.

"You go to sleep." Mu Beiting suppressed the desire in his heart and said in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan flattened his mouth, why is this person suddenly so cold, so annoying...

Su Xiangwan refused to give up, chin rested on his shoulder, and his little soft tongue stretched out dishonestly, lightly licked his neck, and then gently moved his lips together and kissed him.

Like it, just like him so much.

The soft touch feels like a feather scratched.

Mu Beiting was upset by her troubles and just wanted more.

He lowered his eyes, his whole body tense a little bit, for fear that he could not help it, he would push her on the table and demand her.

Piansheng Su Xiangwan sticks out his tongue again to lick his earlobe reluctantly.

Mu Beiting's throat tightened, and he pulled her in front of him, pressed her on the table, turned her back to herself, raised her big hand, and slapped her small **** fiercely.

Su Xiangwan didn't react, and waited until the Huishen man had been pushed on the table by him.

The sound of ‘pop’ sounded, especially ashamed in the silent night.

Su Xiangwan's small face turned red in an instant, and only felt a fiery pain on his butt, and he suddenly looked like a hedgehog whose tail had been stepped on, and his eyes were red: "Mu Beiting! You let me go!"

Mu Beiting snorted softly and pasted her curve from behind: "Clie to me again, huh?"

Su Xiangwan was ashamed and annoyed, and his voice was crying: "You let me go, I dare not..."

"Don't dare? And what you don't dare, eh?" Mu Beiting was obviously also anxious.

He didn't want to care about her, but she was still trying to get up.

Really think he is a pure-hearted monk on Wutai Mountain?

Su Xiangwan was restrained by him in the back, and he couldn't help himself, so he begged softly, "I was wrong... I really knew it was wrong... Mu Beiting..."

Mu Beiting's eyes fell on her curve.

She wore a bathrobe, which was already short, only a little bit past her thigh.

He had just seen her two white legs dangling in front of him, which annoyed him.

At this time, she was forced to lean over with her back to him, and the hem of the bathrobe jumped up again, especially temptation, as if she was inviting him...

"Mu Beiting, you let me go, I really don't dare... Never dare anymore..." Su Xiangwan would be remorseful and resentful, what did she do to provoke him in a casual manner?

Woo...wanna cry...

"Okay, let go of you." Mu Beiting said lightly and really let go of her hand.