Drifting Towards You

The style of the nightdress is relatively conservative, with a pure cotton texture, a small lapel, a circle of lace on the neckline and cuffs, a very clean and simple style, but it inexplicably reminds him of the photo she posted that night.

Su Xiangwan finally recovered, and subconsciously raised his hand to protect his chest: "What...what are you doing?"

"How to wipe without taking it off." He asked in a low voice.

Su Xiangwan is speechless, and I have to say that this is a problem.

When Yuan Xue helped her wipe her body just now, she almost passed through her sleep in a drowsy state, feeling nothing at all.

Besides, Yuan Xue is a woman.

She has everything she has.

Cocoa, Cocoa, Mu Beiting is different...

He is a man, a very pure kind.

Seeing the entanglement in her eyes, Mu Beiting snorted softly, put the towel on the head of the bed, knelt on one knee by the bed, and stood on the ground with the other foot.

A big hand squeezed her wrist and pulled her over: "Be good."

"I...I don't...or call sister Xue over." Su Xiangwan said a little uneasy.

Although he and he are already regarded as old husbands and old wives, but in the broad daylight, he undressed in front of him, and still let him touch him, how ashamed he thought about it.

Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes, and said dissatisfied: "Yuan Xue kisses me more?"

"No...no...I, I, I don't have a fever anymore." Su Xiangwan stammered, composing an unreliable reason.

Mu Beiting snorted coldly, without saying anything, and took off her nightdress with a big hand.

Su Xiangwan felt that this would be like fish on a chopping board, and it would be hard to escape being stripped clean after all.

"Don't move... I take it off myself."

Seeing that the hem of the skirt was lifted by him, Su Xiangwan was a little anxious.

Hearing this, Mu Beiting slowly let go, staring at her condescendingly, without saying a word.

Su Xiangwan swallowed, then turned his head and glanced at the window and said: "The curtains..."

Mu Beiting raised his eyes and glanced at it. There was a layer of gauze blocking the window. The scene inside was not visible from the outside, but the light in the room was very bright.

He got up and pulled down the heavy curtains, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Su Xiangwan didn't take it off as he dangled. He glanced at the man standing next to the bed and said, "You turn around."

Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows, and slowly turned around after his gaze walked over her.

Su Xiangwan raised his head and glanced at his back. After tossing for a while, he only felt weak.

Mu Beiting turned his back to the bed, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his eyes drooping slightly.

There was silence in the room, except for the sound of her rustling undressing.

Only a nightgown, it is actually very quick to take off.

But those small voices seemed to be gradually slowed down in his ears, and her white body and snow muscles that could be broken by blowing...

My throat became a little bit dry, and my Adam's apple rolled gently.

Mu Beiting's breathing became heavy, and Su Xiangwan's face blushed.

After a few minutes passed, Mu Beiting finally couldn't help but speak: "Late night..."

"En...I...OK." Su Xiangwan whispered, his voice very soft.

Hearing the sound, Mu Beiting slowly turned around.

In the eyes, only a small head was exposed outside the quilt. She shrank her whole body under the quilt, staring at him with a pair of misty eyes, with a slight shyness.

Mu Beiting stepped forward and tried the water temperature again.

Still warm.

Without squinting his eyes, he stood by the bed and slowly said, "Arms."

Su Xiangwan stretched out an arm from the quilt in response, and the Xiangjian shoulder and the large collarbone were instantly exposed to the air.