Drifting Towards You

"Well, too fat." He answered.

She whispered in his ear: "I'm not fat at all, I'm much thinner than Erbing, I still have abdominal muscles, do you want to touch it."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, covering the **** under his eyes, and recited her name in a deep voice: "Su Xiangwan!"

She chuckled and wrinkled a pool of spring water.

Soon, Madam Rong and the servant greeted them.

Seeing Mu Beiting carrying Su Xiangwan on his back, Rong's mother was slightly startled, and then said: "Master, do you want us to help Madam up to rest."

Mu Beiting refused with a calm face: "No need."

"Yes." Ma Rong turned around and stepped back.

Han Jiaqing, who had been standing in the corner, clenched her fists tightly.

The bitch, I don't know what method was used to turn the young master fan around!

Seeing Mu Beiting carrying Su Xiang's night building on his back, Han Jiaqing's eyes were red with anger.

These days, she has been waiting.

She always believed that the young master would get bored with this woman sooner or later.

But she did not expect that she waited for so long, not only did not wait until the young master was tired of her, but waited for such a jealous scene!

Mu Beiting put Su Xiangwan on the bed in the bedroom, and turned around to wash her face with a towel.

Su Xiangwan grabbed his hand and refused to let it go: "I want to take a bath..."

Mu Beiting's brows curled up: "Go to bed first, and then wash tomorrow morning."

She sat up from the bed with a small face bulging: "I won't smell anymore without taking a bath."

He bent over and kissed her on the cheek: "It's fragrant whether you wash it or not."

Su Xiangwan blinked slowly, his eyes blurred, but he said to him solemnly: "Mu Beiting, I'm not drunk, don't try to lie to me."

After speaking, before he could speak, he climbed off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

Mu Beiting felt uneasy and planned to follow up, but Su Xiangwan closed the door with a ‘bang’.

He frowned, leaning against the wall, listening to the movement inside.

Listening to the sound of the water, she lowered her eyes slightly, and her white body appeared uncontrollably in her mind, and her throat became tight.

Miss her, want her.

I want to hear her calling his name under her.

Breathing slightly, he tried his best to restrain it.

Su Xiangwan washed slowly inside, and walked out in a nightdress after half an hour.

Mu Beiting frowned and dried her hair to prevent her from making any fuss. He stuffed her into the quilt and kissed her forehead: "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

"Oh……"

She obediently responded, and slowly lowered her eyes, and after a while, there was a sound of even breathing.

He breathed out gently and kissed her lips.

Turn off the light and go for a cold shower.

After he came out of the shower, he found that the bed in the master bedroom was empty and the quilt was messy.

Mu Beiting's heart tightened, and he turned to the living room: "Late night!"

The living room was also empty, and he was a little annoyed.

At this time, I heard murmurs from the second bedroom.

He quickly pushed the door in, but the scene in front of him stopped him and his brain was congested.

Su Xiangwan was wearing a light pink nightdress, lying on his navy blue bed. The nightdress was rolled under his chest, revealing a snow-white waist and pink lace panties.

Mu Beiting's eyes were dull, and he forcibly resisted the writhing desire in his heart, and went forward to put her into the quilt.

Su Xiangwan opened his blurred eyes and smiled at him: "Mu Beiting, you see I have abdominal muscles."

His eyes fell on her snow-white waist and abdomen, soft and flat, smooth like a brocade, but if she had abdominal muscles, she was exaggerating.

Su Xiangwan got up from the bed, stood by the bed, held his neck and blew it in his ear, and said softly, "Mu Beiting, do you want to touch it?"

There was a soft spot on his chest, Mu Beiting's breathing heavier, there was an urge to strangle her.

Damn woman!