Drifting Towards You

After breakfast, Yuan Xue used the most basic physical method to wipe Su Xiangwan's body in accordance with the doctor's instructions, mixing alcohol and warm water.

Su Xiangwan has been groggy, unable to lift the energy.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The throat is still dry and painful, like a fire, scorching fiercely.

Lifting heavy eyelids laboriously, making rustling movements.

Someone lifted her up, and then a cup of warm water was brought to her lips.

Su Xiangwan grumbled several mouthfuls before he became more awake.

His eyes fell on the hand holding the water glass, a little lost.

The hand is very large, the fingers are clean and slender, each nail is trimmed neatly, and the finger edges have pale pink crescents.

Su Xiangwan raised his head subconsciously and bumped into a pair of concerned eyes.

After a moment of stunned, a smile suddenly appeared: "When did you come?"

"Just arrived." Mu Beiting's voice was low, and his forehead was probed with a big hand.

It's still a bit burnt.

However, it seems that I just slept and sweated a little bit, and it should be better.

Mu Beiting bowed and kissed her lips, and licked it lightly.

Su Xiangwan hurriedly hid back, covering his mouth with two small hands, staring at him: "It will be contagious."

Mu Beiting took away her little hand, pinched her chin, stared at her carefully for a while, and slowly said: "I just walked for a few days, and I became ill. It doesn't make me worry."

"I'm just unacceptable, so I can't blame me, right?"

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but hug him back, his strong body, familiar temperature and breath.

He is alive, so good.

"Let go, I'll wipe it for you." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, his tone could not be rejected.

But Su Xiangwan was not afraid of him, she hugged his waist tightly and pressed his small face against his chest: "Give me a hug."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes to look at her, and one hand protected her, only feeling that his heart was about to melt.

"Miss me?" he asked in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan was silent, playing with the buttons on his shirt with little hands, just wanting to be so tired of him.

His big hand squeezed her small chin, lowered his head and kissed her hard.

The soft and moist tongue churns in her mouth, and the small tongue that entangles her sinks into his forehead with him.

I don't know how long it took, Su Xiangwan was a little hard to breathe.

Pushing his little hand on his chest, he pushed him away a few minutes, breathing heavily, and his face was flushed with shame.

Mu Beiting only felt that his throat was tight, and he obviously had a child.

But he still loses control as soon as he sees her.

He retracted his gaze and didn't look at her again.

He got up, took off his suit jacket and hung it up, took off his tie, and loosened two shirt collars.

Rolled up his sleeves, took the basin and alcohol and went to the bathroom.

Su Xiangwan held his cheek in a daze, and he seemed a little unconscious.

When Mu Beiting came out again, he was holding a light pink basin with a towel soaked in it, exuding a faint smell of alcohol.

Su Xiangwan sat on the bed holding a doll that he carried with him, staring at him blankly.

Soaking the towel in the basin and wringing out, Mu Beiting stood by the bed, looking at her condescendingly, with deep black eyes.

Su Xiangwan looked at him stupidly, his mind seemed to be rusted, and he didn't know what to do.

After a few seconds, I saw that she didn't mean to cooperate.

Mu Beiting said in a deep voice: "Take off your clothes."

"En...En...?" Su Xiangwan was stunned, but didn't react for a while.

His dark and deep gaze glided across her little face, and landed on her light blue nightdress.