Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan pursed his lips slightly: "Then have you calmed down?"

Mu Beiting's eyes were gloomy, he put her on his side, and his big hand lightly held a soft foot.

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled and tried to withdraw his foot.

But he held it tightly, and there was a thin callus on the belly of his fingers, rubbing the back of her instep, making waves of ripples.

He gently squeezed her feet for her. Her feet were very small, like a lotus flower in full bloom in his palm.

The toes are round and lovely, like pieces of beautiful jade, and like a pouring down brocade.

His eyes fell on her toes, a little lost.

On the snow-white toes, the nails were dyed.

A black bear with a red face painted on each one, each with a different expression, but with her shiny toes set off, it is very cute.

Su Xiangwan curled his toes unnaturally, and the Kumamoto bear on his nails also moved, as if to say hello to him.

Mu Beiting's throat was a bit dry, and he couldn't help but want to kiss her feet.

Su Xiangwan didn't notice his strangeness, and still insisted: "Mu Beiting...Are you not angry with me anymore."

Mu Beiting raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes deep like two deep pools.

"Tomorrow I will take a leave of absence for you, and write your love before five o'clock in the evening."

"what?"

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, a small face twisted together.

That's right, it's not over after thinking about it.

She was asked by someone to write a one-thousand-word love letter.

Yes, you heard that right.

A thousand words.

Su Xiangwan was a little sluggish, he didn't make a sound, and kept gently kneading her feet for her.

A few minutes later, Su Xiangwan finally couldn't help but said, "Can you make it less? A thousand words are a lot..."

Mu Beiting glanced at her faintly: "You are not very eloquent."

"I don't...I don't know how to write anymore..."

His eyes were deep and kindly reminded: "Morning, with Han Che."

"I was not confessing...it was filming..."

"Should I remind you?"

Mu Beiting's gaze fell on her little face, dull and unclear.

Su Xiangwan frowned her delicate brows and looked at him accusingly: "You can't turn over the old accounts!"

Mu Beiting dragged her onto his lap and re-circled her in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Old account? I haven't settled this account with you yet."

Su Xiangwan was pressed on his lap, sitting straddle, in an awkward posture, but couldn't escape.

The two face each other, separated by no more than one palm.

He stared at her with his black eyes, and gently pinched her chin with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Didn't it be good to confess to Han Che, huh?"

"Mu Beiting... I was filming..."

"The lighthouse in the dark long road?"

"The boat when the drowning person is struggling?"

But he didn't listen to the explanation, and asked word by word, sentence by sentence.

"The sun in the dim life?"

"The generosity of fate? Well?"

His eyes were dull and unclear, and when he mentioned these words and sentences, his eyes were stained with blood.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes quivered, and he dared not make a sound.

This stinky man has a good memory, so he can write down all her lines after listening to it.

The strength in Mu Beiting's hand became a bit stronger, forcing her to look into his eyes: "Speak."

Obviously feel that he is reasonable, but this will make Su Xiangwan still guilty.

"That's how the lines are written... it's not me... well... it hurts!"

Word by word, sentence by sentence.

When he mentioned it, Mu Beiting became very angry, lowered his head and took a bite on her fragrant shoulder.

Fearing that he would lose control, Mu Beiting bit her severely and whispered in her ear: "A thousand words are not allowed to be less."