Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan was pouring milk.

His waist suddenly tightened, and he was hugged from behind.

Mu Beiting's chin rested on her shoulder, as if he hadn't woken up yet, he didn't say a word, but he stuck her tightly behind him.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Su Xiangwan asked while busy.

"Well, miss you." His voice was still a little dumb.

Su Xiangwan gave him a white look: "Just a few minutes?"

He didn't respond, just hugging her like that.

When Su Xiangwan left, he followed behind him, and he didn't let go of frying an egg.

"Don't make trouble, you will get burnt for a while." She said softly.

Instead, his big hand held her tighter and tighter, and his chin rested on her shoulder and slowly said, "Late night."

"Yep?"

He was silent, Su Xiangwan turned his head to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Beiting was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "You are still angry with me."

"No birth, how big a day, I am as naive as you." Su Xiangwan snorted, but faintly distressed.

She could feel his anxiety, but even so, she could do nothing.

Mu Beiting was still drowsy, but still happily making trouble behind her, rubbing her shoulders with stubble from time to time, or sticking out his tongue to lick her earlobes.

Su Xiangwan held up the spatula and was very angry: "Mu Beiting, you make trouble again, believe it or not, I will put you in the pan and fry it half way through."

With sleepy eyes, he hugged her and asked faintly: "How to rape?"

"Just fry it straight, and then fry it backwards."

"Oh... while you are doing it, you are doing it the other way."

"Well, are you afraid?" Su Xiangwan asked him, turning his face to the side.

He kissed her on the neck and whispered: "You can **** whatever you want, I will cooperate fully."

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a while, and finally reacted.

She was ashamed and angry, her face flushed: "Mu Beiting, can you pay attention to prenatal education!"

"He doesn't understand now." He spoke without rush.

"Who said he didn't understand."

"Then ask him, can you understand?"

Su Xiangwan looked down at his stomach and asked about wool?

Even if he is born, he can't speak.

Not to mention that I haven't even had a pregnant belly yet.

"Look, if he doesn't speak, if he doesn't speak, it means he doesn't understand." Mu Beiting's face was taken for granted.

Su Xiangwan snorted softly and stopped paying attention to him.

Mu Beiting was also a little sober at this meeting, because it was much higher than her, and the two were close to each other again.

He lowered his head slightly, and he could see the spring light in her chest.

It was rare that he was quiet for a while, and Su Xiangwan didn't care.

But after a while, Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, "Late night."

"Yep?"

"It seems a bit bigger."

Su Xiangwan didn't know what he was talking about, except that the sandwich he made was a bit big.

"Then I will cut another cut in the middle."

Mu Beiting was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "I didn't say that."

"Then what are you talking about?"

Mu Beiting didn't answer, Su Xiangwan was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted.

Subconsciously raised his head and followed his gaze, angry and annoyed, how could this person be getting more and more rascal.

Turning around and pushing him out of the kitchen, he said: "You give me out, the kitchen is heavy, and the idlers are waiting to leave."

Mu Beiting bent his lower lip and leaned against the wall in front of the door, looking at her with one leg bent, not forgetting to add a faintly: "My credit."

Su Xiangwan just wanted to throw the cutting board on his face, turned around to heat the milk, and ignored him.

"But it's still a bit small."