Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan hid back for a few minutes, and the bottles and cans on the dressing table crumbled and made a crackling sound.

Her breathing was heavy, a little nervous, and the ups and downs in her chest were getting bigger and bigger.

"Don't be here...well..."

She choked her mouth, but opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in.

Moist and soft.

But powerful and domineering.

After struggling for a while, she dropped her eyes in resignation, put her hands on his shoulders lightly, and panted in response to him.

Before long, there was a knock on the door.

Su Xiangwan's heart tensed, he recovered, and quickly pushed him away: "Someone is here."

He snorted, unfinished.

Su Xiangwan's face blushed slightly, and he only felt that it felt like stealing|in love.

"Why is the door of this dressing room locked? Where's Miss Su?"

"Did you go out? Ask Sister Yuan to get the key."

As he said, Su Xiangwan heard the footsteps gradually go away.

She hurriedly jumped off the dressing table and pushed Mu Beiting out: "You hurry up, there will be someone in a while."

She was in a hurry, but he didn't care.

Su Xiangwan's eyes reddened a little, "Mu Beiting!"

His eyes were dark, like a night without any starlight, rich and deep.

He moved his face over, his voice hoarse: "Kiss."

Su Xiangwan bit his lip and stared at him. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and kissed him on his toes.

But before the lips touched his handsome face, he suddenly turned his head.

Her lips were printing on his lips, just simply touching, but she felt hot all over, her heart beating like a drum.

Staggering back a few steps, Su Xiangwan felt his face burn with fire.

"Mu Beiting!"

She stared at him angrily, shy and embarrassed.

He raised his eyebrows and his eyes were still deep as the sea. After receiving her photo, he couldn't control his legs.

Oh no, it's three legs.

He wanted to kiss her, the kind he couldn't control.

He thought he probably couldn't stand it for long.

After driving away, Su Xiangwan quickly turned to look in the mirror.

The lipstick that was originally applied would be messed up, and the corners of the lips and chins would be everywhere.

I quickly took a paper towel to wipe it, but halfway through it, I remembered that he rubbed a lot of his mouth.

She quickly turned out her phone and sent him a WeChat.

[Feeling cute: your mouth, you have lipstick on your mouth! 】

[I want to have **** with you: Well, others should be able to see that they are the same as you. 】

[I feel cute: Mu Beiting! ! ! 】

[I want to have **** with you: call my husband. 】

Su Xiangwan's little face flushed, and he threw the phone aside without calling.

After rubbing the tissue around his mouth for a long time, Yuan Xue, the makeup artist and an assistant pushed in before they waited for it to be clean.

Yuan Xue directly put a document in front of Su Xiangwan: "Look at this document."

"Great."

After Su Xiangwan answered, Yuan Xue's eyes fell on her swollen lips.

After staring for a few seconds, he turned his head to the makeup artist and said, "Give her some makeup."

Su Xiangwan let out a sigh of relief, trying to explain clearly: "I just ate something and made a lot of money."

Yuan Xue glanced at her, but did not answer.

The makeup artist said seriously: "It's spicy, it looks a little swollen."

"En." Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and responded casually.

The makeup artist didn't say much, hurrying to make up for her.

But a few minutes later, when he was about to refill lipstick, Su Xiangwan suddenly said: "Why don't you change the color number..."

The makeup artist looked at her puzzled.

Su Xiangwan's cheeks were hot, pretending to be sincere, "I think this color number is a bit dry."