Drifting Towards You

Late at night, light and heavy.

Mu Beiting was a little out of control.

Her eyelashes were filled with tears, and her long hair was scattered on the big gray bed, with a few strands hanging on her heart, like a fairy.

His breath choked, and somehow remembered the first time he saw her.

She was under him in this way at that time, but he never thought that one day he would have to be her.

Intermittent whimpers and begging for mercy echoed in the room.

I don't know how long it took until she sobbed and her eyes went dark, and she passed out crying.

Mu Beiting was finally willing to let her go.

He gently wiped away the tears on her little face.

The black eyes were shining, staring at her with satisfaction.

Her body was full of deep and shallow marks left by him. He curled the corners of his lips slightly and couldn't help kissing her red and swollen lips again, and said in a low voice, "You are mine."

Staring at her greedily for a while, a few minutes later, Mu Beiting hugged her to the bathroom.

I washed it for her, changed the sheets, put on a nightgown for her, and took a shower myself.

Only then did he lie down beside her again and embrace her in his arms.

Gently kissed her forehead, and whispered: "Good night."

No dream for a night.

When Su Xiangwan opened his heavy eyelids, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

She was a little dazed, and it took a long while to remember the scenes from last night, her cheeks were a little red, like a fire.

Perceiving her movement, he leaned over, pressed his cheek against her shoulder, and wrapped her body firmly in front of him: "I woke up."

"En." She replied softly, her ears getting hot, and she felt his breath all over her body.

A small kiss fell on her shoulder, and his voice was still a little dumb: "Late night, shouldn't I get it right?"

Su Xiangwan got a little itchy, trying to avoid his kiss.

He turned her over, leaned over and held her lips, biting gently in his mouth.

A few minutes later, he left for a few minutes.

He put his arm on her ear, leaned over to look at her, continued the question just now, and made a single tone.

"Yep?"

His black eyes were deep and his eyes were burning.

Su Xiangwan turned his head and still didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.

As if touching his line of sight, the memory of last night would roll over like a tide.

Intertwined body, weak moan|groan, sweat drops falling on her body...

"More...more."

She stammered.

Mu Beiting frowned, and suddenly chuckled again.

He propped up and circled her under him, with his cool fingertips falling on her lips, rubbing repeatedly, in a low voice: "Did it make you too comfortable last night."

Su Xiangwan's heart tightened, her eyelashes trembling lightly, denying: "No...no..."

He paused his fingertips and squinted his eyes slightly.

"No?"

There was danger in his eyes.

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, his back was a little cold.

"Yes Yes!"

She suddenly realized something, she was stupidly questioning the abilities of a man!

He changed his mouth immediately, but became more and more confused, almost biting his tongue.

"What is it?" he asked, squinting.

His big hand fell on her slender waist, tapping with his fingertips, causing Su Xiangwan's nerves to collapse.

She lowered her eyes, crying in her voice: "Mu Beiting...you bully me!"

But he must listen to her personally, the big hand has slid along her waist to her leg socket.

"Well, if you feel uncomfortable, then study the research skills." He whispered.

Su Xiangwan could already perceive the changes underneath him.

She was stiff and quickly restrained his big hand: "Don't..."

He smiled and looked at her dangerously: "If you feel uncomfortable, you should discuss it more."