Drifting Towards You

"It's half past seven." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan's gaze was still a bit dull, staring at him for a while, and reacting fiercely.

Sit up from the bed with a rub: "What time is it?"

"seven thirty."

Su Xiangwan raised his head and saw that the hour hand on the clock was indeed pointing to seven.

I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom, brushing my teeth while saying: "I clearly ordered the alarm clock, why doesn't the phone ring!"

You know, the crew starts at eight o'clock.

She usually gets up at half past five.

It's already seven o'clock today!

Mu Beiting was wearing a silver-gray suit, leaning faintly by the bathroom door, looking at her and saying, "I closed it."

Su Xiangwan's mouth was full of frothy, and he turned his head and gave him a fierce look.

Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows: "I was a bit sad to toss you too late yesterday."

"So you just turn off my alarm...ahhhhhhhh!"

Su Xiangwan muttered vaguely.

"Otherwise, take a sick leave for you?"

"..."

Su Xiangwan gave a cold snort and ignored him.

Fortunately, she washed and changed her clothes and set off, because she had to put on makeup before the crew, so she saved the time for makeup.

Hurriedly followed Mu Beiting downstairs, but her legs were short.

As he trot all the way, the man beside him walked calmly.

At 7:15, the car departed.

Su Xiangwan slammed the man beside him, "If I'm late, I will strangle you!"

Mu Beiting opened a sandwich and handed it to her indifferently, "The most poisonous woman's heart."

"Just find another one."

Su Xiangwan snorted, took the sandwich in his hand, and took a bite.

Mu Beiting squinted his eyes and turned to look at her: "Say it again."

"Just say it! If you die, I will be the youngest, beautiful and golden widow in Haicheng, I'm afraid I won't find it..."

Before she finished speaking, Mu Beiting suddenly raised her chin and pressed her lips hard.

Her lips were soft and waxy, indescribably sweet.

He bit her lip, sucked and kissed, his tongue traced her outline, and then entangled with her.

The sandwich in his hand almost fell, Su Xiangwan tried to avoid it, but there was nowhere to hide: "Um..."

After a few minutes, he slowly let go of her panting, and said lightly: "Lesson."

Su Xiangwan's face was red and hot, and she glared at him and said, "You said that I wouldn't touch me if I didn't promise."

Mu Beiting looked at her directly, his black eyes were deep.

Her long hair was a little messy, her palm-sized face was exquisite and dyed with red glow, and her small mouth was like a long-lost strawberry jelly, which was enticingly cut. Bright but pure.

Mu Beiting sighed lightly, pulled her into his arms, put his chin on her head and whispered: "You can't be so unreasonable in the evening."

The smell of good smell came from him, and she was a little lost.

"You can't help me touch you, don't let me kiss you, don't let me hug you."

His voice was deep and he was speaking very seriously.

Su Xiangwan lightly lowered his eyes and didn't know how to answer for a while.

After all, she had never thought about this before. She thought that Mu Beiting was a dysfunctional patient, so there would be no hugs, no kisses, and no couple life.

She thought that at most... she would hold hands, or sleep in the same bed as they did on their first night.

Seeing her being silent for a long time, Mu Beiting let go of her and gently lifted her small face.

Waiting for her to answer.

Su Xiangwan couldn't avoid avoiding it. After a long silence, he said: "Then...then hold a hand at most..."

She raised her eyes to look at him, some not daring to look directly into his eyes.

He frowned and seemed unsatisfied.