Drifting Towards You

Even if he just hugged her and didn't do anything, Mu Beiting still had a reaction after a while.

The woman in her arms is too boring, her body is fragrant and soft.

But on the contrary, don't let you kiss or touch.

Mu Beiting's heart was a little irritable, and he felt that if he continued like this, he would probably suffer from illness.

Buried his head lightly in her neck, he said nothing.

I just feel pain somewhere in Shinobu.

Su Xiangwan didn't say anything when he saw that he was still honest.

But until he noticed his changes, he blushed and drove him away.

Mu Beiting was wronged and took a cold shower, standing on the balcony of the guest room and lighting a cigarette.

When I closed my eyes, it was her in my eyes and heart.

One cigarette after another.

The consequence of this is that a man who has always been physically strong has a fever.

That night, after driving away people, Su Xiangwan finally calmed down and read the script.

Near eleven o'clock, she was ready to go to bed.

The phone on the bedside suddenly shook, and Su Xiangwan glanced at it.

It's Mu Beiting.

Big Devil: I can't sleep.

Goblin:...

Mu Beiting frowned, not reconciled.

Big Devil: I'm cold.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help rolling his eyes, wondering how a man who was cold outside was more difficult to sleep than a child.

After some consideration, Su Xiangwan replied: I will contact the charity organization tomorrow.

demon king:?

Su Xiangwan sent a smiling face: let them give you warmth.

Mu Beiting threw the phone angrily.

After waiting for a while, he didn't wait for Mu Beiting to reply to the text message.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but chuckle, and it seemed that someone was very angry.

...

Early the next morning, Su Xiangwan got up, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

After washing around in the living room, he didn't see Mu Beiting.

I thought he had gone to the company, but as soon as he turned his head, he found that the door of the next room was closed tightly.

Su Xiangwan hesitated and knocked on the door: "Mu Beiting?"

There was no movement in the room. Su Xiangwan waited for a while and gently pushed the door in, and was surprised to find that he really hadn't left.

When I walked to the bed softly, I saw that a man's face was particularly ugly.

He frowned, his face was reddish, and his lips were very dry.

As if hearing the movement, Mu Beiting slowly lifted his eyelids, with impatience.

Seeing Su Xiangwan's moment, his eyes gradually became aggrieved.

Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, and reached out his hand to touch his head.

Um... it's hot.

"You have a fever?"

Mu Beiting didn't say a word, just looked at her with such a grudge.

At that moment, Su Xiangwan only felt that he was guilty.

It turns out that he said it was cold last night... it was really cold...

She thought he was talking about emptiness, loneliness and coldness.

"I'll call Ma Rong."

Su Xiangwan hurriedly turned around, and Mu Beiting stretched out his hand to try to catch her.

But Su Xiangwan ran too fast, he grabbed a hole and made him frown, not knowing what he was thinking of, and a little irritable.

After Su Xiangwan came back, she sat next to him and whispered, "Ma Rong called the doctor to come over. I will take your temperature first."

Take a test, thirty-nine degrees two.

Su Xiangwan frowned and quickly dipped a towel on his forehead.

"Why is it so hot, do you drink water?"

Mu Beiting didn't speak, and leaned on the bedside with his eyes drooping slightly in response: "En."

Su Xiangwan brought the water and handed it to him, but he didn't take it.

Mu Beiting said lightly: "I have no strength."

"I|Fuck, third brother is dying!" A frivolous voice sounded, and his jaw dropped obviously.

Li Mubai walked into the bedroom quietly, and happened to hear that soft and feeble sentence that I had no energy.