Drifting Towards You

"Let them shut up."

She chuckled and soothed: "Looking at you, I'm afraid that no one will hack me."

Mu Beiting frowned and looked at her silently.

Su Xiangwan explained again: "Some people prove that I am red. The more black they are, the more famous I am."

Mu Beiting frowned and was about to say something.

Su Xiangwan said again: "It's so dark that it's a natural fan. This circle is like this. There is no famous person who has not been hacked. I am afraid that there are not even black people."

He pursed his thin lips lightly, as if considering her words.

Su Xiangwan said warmly: "Understood?"

"En." He answered, but his face was still unhappy.

She didn't care about the foul language, but he couldn't care less.

He pulled him to the bed and said, "I'll go to bed again. It won't be long before "The Legend of Liuzhu" is turned on, but there will be no such free and easy days."

Mu Beiting lay down again, his face still ugly.

Pillow one arm, the other arm embraces her, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what she is thinking.

Su Xiangwan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and couldn't help but gently kiss his chin.

He was slightly startled, looking at her absent-mindedly.

But Su Xiangwan lay back down again, without looking at him.

The corners of her lips made a slight arc, she leaned against his chest and drooped her eyes lightly.

In fact, she likes him.

It's just that she doesn't want to admit it.

His fingers rubbed her shoulders repeatedly, and the kiss came suddenly, and he didn't even remember how he felt.

It just seems...soft...very light, like feathers.

He stroked her hair lightly, his eyes softened.

It seems that this is the first time she has kissed her proactively in so long.

After being silent for a while, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but flipped out his phone to read the comments.

Comments are growing at a rapid rate, and in just a few minutes, hundreds of new comments have been added.

Seeing her staring at the phone again, Mu Beiting frowned and took the phone away and threw it aside: "Don't look."

Su Xiangwan got up and chuckled softly: "It's so angry early in the morning."

He frowned and said nothing.

"Fighting the people is better than Fangchuan. Leave this alone, I can solve it myself."

His brow furrowed tighter, and the arm area brought Su Xiangwan to him.

Su Xiangwan's cheeks were slightly red, and she was so pressed against him, facing each other.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed his handsome face gently, and said softly: "I'm not that useless. If I can't solve it, I will find you."

He still pressed his lips and didn't speak, seemingly uneasy.

"Okay?" She climbed up a few minutes, pressing her elbow on his chest, her face very close to him.

His eyes fell on her pink mouth, and he couldn't help but peck.

Then he said in a deep voice, "Speak to me if you need to."

"Well, be good." She nodded lightly and patted his head lightly.

The comments were soaring, and Su Xiangwan never responded.

But that night, she asked Xiaoxiao to trace these navy organizations for her, but she waited for a while and didn't wait for Xiaoxiao's reply.

At this moment, in the Sifu compound.

Li Xiaoxiao is in a stalemate with Simocheng.

In front of the brown sandalwood desk, a serious man bowed his head to sign a military district appointment, and opposite stood a girl in a pink rabbit pajamas.

Li Xiaoxiao's hair was a little messy, like a rabbit with fried hair, and his eyes were a little red.

"I want to drop out."

The man did not lift his head, his expression remained unchanged.

Li Xiaoxiao said with red eyes and her neck curled: "I don't care, I don't like this school, I'm going to drop out!"

Si Mocheng's Jun still had no expression on his face, and he said solemnly: "Go out."