Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting squeezed her small face, and suddenly remembered the ultra-small Durex that she had sent to him after the first time, his eyes darkened immediately.

"Speak." He said domineeringly.

Su Xiangwan felt that he was really annoying him, and opened his big hand and said, "I haven't tried it with anyone, how can I say it."

"Oh, still want to try?" he asked with a sneer.

The dark gaze was sharp and deep, falling on him, and Su Xiangwan shrank his neck: "No, no, no one can compare to you, right? They are all unusable at first glance."

Mu Beiting's face became more and more gloomy, and his dark eyes were sullen: "Have you seen it?"

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant.

The little face flushed anxiously, and he quickly explained: "No, no, I didn't mean that...I mean they look handsome, but they are all embroidered pillows."

"Handsome?" Mu Beiting asked.

Su Xiangwan just wanted to bite off his tongue. He was really wrong.

Good point, she and him talk about what to do with this thing!

Against his cold gaze, Su Xiangwan gently wrapped his neck around his neck and said softly: "They are not good, the good-looking ones are not good, the middle-hand ones are not good, like a man who looks like my husband, really. It's so rare, it's unique in the world."

Su Xiangwan said with a serious face, and seemed to be so sincere and sincere.

Mu Beiting snorted, but there was a smile in his eyes.

I don't know if the husband pleased him.

In the evening, Su Xiangwan came to Mrs. Mu's compound for the second time.

While leading the way, Mu Beiting introduced to her in a low voice.

When he reached the second floor, he stopped in front of a bedroom door, pushed the door open and put one hand in his trouser pocket and said in a deep voice: "When I was a little bit, my grandma took me for a few years. I have lived here for a few years."

Su Xiangwan stood outside the door, poked his head and looked at the room: "So this is your bedroom?"

"Yep."

From the current point of view, the bedroom is a bit small.

But the area is also sufficient.

Mu Beiting turned his head and asked her: "Would you like to come in and have a look?"

"Can you?"

Su Xiangwan asked softly, always feeling that this was more like Mrs. Mu's home than Mu Beiting and hers.

So it's still a bit cautious.

Mu Beiting didn't answer, took her hand and led her in, before closing the bedroom door tightly.

Su Xiangwan looked at the room carefully. It was still his characteristic strong cold wind, the whole color was black, white and gray, except that there were two small blue robots on the table, which added a little bit of life.

"Mu Beiting, have you been so indifferent since childhood?"

Su Xiangwan couldn't speak his brain, so he opened his mouth and said the words.

Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes and stared at her silently.

Su Xiangwan stared at his bookshelf for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that the line of sight beside him was sharp and deep.

Turning his head, he met his deep eyes.

It's like a deep sea, with no end in sight.

"Ahem... Am I... Did you say something that shouldn't be said?"

Su Xiangwan smiled dryly, wishing to squeeze two of his own mouths.

I was silly for three years. How could it happen so soon?

He still put his hand in his trouser pocket, and stepped closer to her: "Late night."

"En...En?"

"I just knew that you always thought I wasn't enthusiastic enough in bed."

Su Xiangwan kept backing away, his little **** hitting the edge of the desk directly.

She half-sit on the edge of the table, keeping her little hand waving: "Nothing like this...Nothing like this."