Drifting Towards You

After Su Xiangwan returned to the stage, the host finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Xiangwan took the microphone and explained: "I'm really sorry. The power was cut off just now, and the assistant took me off stage worried about my safety. I went to the bathroom and found out that the call was coming so soon."

The host’s gaze fell on Su Xiangwan’s mouth, and he asked with some malicious intent: “Did you meet anyone in the bathroom that night? Did you do anything indescribable, eh?”

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, the rice grains in the front row very close to her whispered to her: the lipstick was out of order.

Su Xiangwan's body became stiff, and he couldn't imagine what his lipstick would look like at the moment.

Mu Beiting, the villain, must have been deliberate, and he didn't even remind her.

Forcing herself to calm down a bit, she cleared her throat and said, "You found out about this, but it didn't happen in the bathroom."

"Dwarf oil? I didn't expect it to happen!"

The host was very gossiping, and the fans in the audience became enthusiastic.

Su Xiangwan smiled and said, "It's not what you think, but I'm too hungry. I just stole a piece of cake in the audience."

There was a lot of kind laughter in the audience, but Su Xiangwan was sweating in his heart.

Fortunately, the lipstick on her mouth actually only cost a little, which is not an exaggeration. If it is said that it was made by eating, it will explain the past.

The host was curiously gossiping for a few more words, and then the topic was changed.

Su Xiangwan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling extremely thrilling.

"It's really very unfortunate. I didn't expect that the power would be cut off at the most critical moment just now, but it doesn't matter. The late birthday has just arrived. Shall we sing the birthday song again, okay? Blow the candles again late in the evening. desire."

Until the end of the fan meeting, Su Xiangwan was already half past one when he left.

After getting in the car, Mu Beiting seemed to be afraid that she would be cold, so he put his suit on her.

Su Xiangwan tilted his head and leaned lightly on his shoulder: "Why did you leave halfway? And didn't you wear that pink T-shirt before? Why did you change it back?"

He glanced at her from Yu Guang and said solemnly: "It's ugly."

"It's not ugly, it's very beautiful." She said with a chuckle.

It's really good-looking.

A bit less imposing than when he was wearing a suit, a lot less youthful, but especially matte and handsome, with more sunshine, less mature and cold.

Su Xiangwan blew a breath in his ear and whispered: "I really want to sleep with you, brother."

Mu Beiting's ears moved slightly, turning pink involuntarily.

He glanced at her sideways, and slowly said, "Is it itchy, isn't it?"

Su Xiangwan hugged his arm and said coquettishly: "Hehe. But why on earth did you change it back?"

He pinched her chin and plundered her lips viciously.

He lowered his head slightly and looked down at her, and said slowly: "Because I don't want to be your fan, I will be your man."

Mu Beiting's eyes were deep and serious.

Su Xiangwan was slightly lost, and realized that something was wrong with him.

Gently hugged him and said: "You can do whatever you want, whether you are a fan or a man, you are you, Mu Beiting, and the man Su Xiangwan loves."

His face eased a little, and his voice hoarse: "Late."

"Yep?"

"I'm only you, minister under the skirt."

Su Xiangwan kissed him softly: "You are not the minister under my skirt, you are my king."

Mu Beiting rebels against the guest, and can only wish to take her deeply.