Drifting Towards You

"Uncle, you are really excellent, no woman can open your eyes, and I am no exception. But after a long time, you will understand that the relationship between us... is not love." Li Xiaoxiao added softly.

She was trying to convince him, and she was also trying to convince herself.

But she doesn't understand. If this is not love, what is her feeling for him?

After she had finished speaking, there was a strange silence in the room.

After dozens of seconds, Simocheng squeezed her hand harder, and slowly said: "Xiaoxiao, I'll give you a chance to take back what you just said."

Li Xiaoxiao's heart trembled and his breathing became heavy.

"Talk." He whispered.

Li Xiaoxiao bit his lip, raised his watery deer eyes to look at him and said, "I won't take it back."

"Well, if you want to consume, I will accompany you to consume it. You never want to have a second man in this life!" The man's voice became more cold.

The corners of Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were moist and he didn't make a sound.

Si Mocheng let go of her and raised his hand to unbutton his clothes: "Isn't it exciting to climb onto my uncle's bed?"

Li Xiaoxiao's back pressed against the wall tightly, his eyes lowered and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Si Mocheng continued to unbutton his buttons: "Are you happy to beg for mercy under your uncle?"

Li Xiaoxiao bit her lips tightly, there was no trace of blood on the baby's fat little face.

Si Mocheng approached for a few minutes, and gently pinched her chin and whispered, "What did you think about when I entered you? What do you call me, eh?"

"Stop talking...Don't talk..." Li Xiaoxiao pleaded, tears falling from the corner of his eyes.

Si Mocheng's eyes were deep, and his big hand easily opened her skirt.

Li Xiaoxiao shivered and raised his hand to block.

He moved very lightly, but his hands were cold, he lowered his head and kissed her eyes: "Xiaoxiao."

Li Xiaoxiao didn't say a word, and Si Mocheng hugged her up and slowly put her on the bed.

Falling into the soft bed, Li Xiaoxiao looked at the man beside the bed with a dim look as if he was in the clouds.

She seems to be drunk again, seems to be drunk again...

Until Si Mocheng slowly kissed her lips, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but looped around his neck: "Uncle..."

"Call my name." Si Mocheng whispered.

Li Xiaoxiao said nothing.

She knew that she was probably over.

She should push him away, she tossed all the way for so long just to avoid him.

But now, as soon as he appeared in front of her, as long as he thought about it, she couldn't say no.

"Simo City." She whispered his name, unfamiliar and familiar.

He kissed her gently on the neck, without the violent anger he expected, but with the utmost gentleness.

"If one heart and one person want to give to another person, is that considered love." Li Xiaoxiao asked him softly, looking at him with red eyes.

"I don't know. I only know that you are willing to give you this life." Simocheng said in a deep voice, and the fine kisses fell on her chest, leaving patches of traces.

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes, climbed his legs on his waist, and whispered softly: "Tomorrow I am afraid I will hate myself at this meeting."

Si Mocheng's eyes were deep, and he slammed into her body: "Xiaoxiao, I can wait for you forever."

Li Xiaoxiao's eyelashes were slightly wet.

People, sometimes it's really a complicated contradiction.

Reason and emotion are always at odds.

The last second was tit-for-tat, the next second the ears grind together.

Repeatedly, repeated in love, repeated in destiny, sometimes hard as iron, sometimes defeated.

Then it becomes deep and deep-seated.

In the deep night, the frost was heavy, and the light projected on the wall to show two shadows that fit together. Si Mocheng's eyes were gentle: Xiaoxiao, you are my blood.