Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting was very angry, and his face was dull.

But Su Xiangwan was not afraid of him, and made it clear that he would not be happy to find him: "Mr., you can go quickly after you get the documents. If you don't go for a while, my husband will come back."

Mu Beiting looked directly at her like that, his pupils were pitch-black like a deep pool.

Su Xiangwan said to himself: "Look at what I do, I am kindly reminding you, beware of my husband beating you, and letting you kneel down and call you father!"

Mu Beiting's eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly smiled.

In the next second, he squeezed her chin and forced her to raise her head. He lowered his head and kissed her lips hard.

His tongue churns in her mouth wantonly, turbulent and domineering.

Su Xiangwan felt weak, but didn't push him away.

He raised his head slightly, wrapped his neck lightly, and let him take it away.

She missed him.

I don't know how long it took, his eyes were dim, and finally he let her go slowly.

A shining silk thread was pulled out from the corner of her lips, her cheeks flushed a little, her eyes were like silk, she looked at him quietly, like a bud in bloom.

He squinted, picked her up, put her on the dining table and asked in a deep voice, "Don't know me, huh?"

Su Xiangwan spoke slowly, his voice softer than before: "Oh, it's you. I haven't come back for a long time, I have forgotten what I looked like."

Mu Beiting lowered his head and took a bite on her snow-white neck, with catharsis and revenge.

Su Xiangwan snorted, with faint pains.

"Forget another one and try." His voice was dull.

Su Xiangwan was in pain, breathing harder, and begged: "Don't bite, I'm still filming."

He moved his lips away slightly, holding her in his arms and said dissatisfied: "The phone is there."

"What are you doing?" she asked, his hair damp, soft, rubbing against her neck, a little itchy.

"Smashed." He snorted coldly.

Su Xiangwan was stunned: "Why... why?"

He pressed his index finger on her lips and wanted her to bite.

He stared at her and said solemnly: "I don't know what to do with me and keep it."

Su Xiangwan squashed his mouth: "You didn't look for me either."

"Talk back again." He narrowed his eyes with a warning.

Su Xiangwan hummed softly and did not speak.

Mu Beiting thought she couldn't help but kissed it again.

In the end, the meal was not eaten, he directly carried her back to the bedroom, her clothes faded, and he tossed her over and over again, leaving a red print all over his body.

But after all, he didn't touch her.

He just hugged her tightly in his arms, pressed his chin lightly on her shoulders, enduring the screaming desire.

Want her, but can't.

She had just aborted her baby, and she had to keep it well.

The relationship between the two has eased a lot since this day.

Because there were only two days left before the filming resumed, Mu Beiting stayed at home to accompany her.

He didn't mention the child again, and planned to let it go.

Before the filming, Su Xiangwan was bored at home and couldn't help calling him to go shopping with her.

Mu Beiting packed up early and sat on the sofa waiting for her.

Su Xiangwan spent more than half an hour in the room, and finally came out wearing this particularly bloated down jacket.

"Hey, handsome guy~ make an appointment?" She coquettishly walked up to him, and raised Lanhua's finger.

Mu Beiting raised his head and glanced at her, wondering what demon he was doing again.

At this look, he was stunned.

The woman in front of her, her soft curly hair somehow turned into a sense of sight of wool curls, fluffy tied behind her head.

He wore a black knitted hat on his head and a pair of big black-rimmed glasses on his face.

The face was painted pale, with spots all over the face.

There was a mask hanging on his ears, but the small mouth was painted a red lip color.