Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan leaned on his side and turned his back to the bathroom door, listening to the sound of water inside.

I don't know how long it took before the door was opened.

Mu Beiting changed his clothes and came out, and directly sat on the chair beside the bed, staring at her back, very quiet.

The lights in the ward were turned off.

Su Xiangwan opened his eyes gently.

She could feel that he hadn't moved, always sitting in that chair.

She gently picked up the pillowcase with her fingers, and she struggled for a long time.

After all, I will still feel distressed and reluctant: "Mu Beiting."

She suddenly spoke in a very soft voice, making him almost think it was his illusion.

"Late late..."

Su Xiangwan's eyes were slightly wet, and she whispered, "You can sleep for a while."

Last night, he guarded himself all night.

Now, I have taken care of myself for the whole day.

He was in a trance, his eyes were sour and uncomfortable.

After waiting for a long time, he remained silent.

Su Xiangwan didn't say anything again.

I don't know how long it took, and the bed behind him sank slightly.

The bed is not big, he lay sideways behind her, with his big hands on her waist, and hugged her tightly: "Late night... I was wrong."

Su Xiangwan was silent and said nothing.

Mu Beiting buried his face on her shoulders and was silent for a long time, but he hugged her very hard.

I can't wait to rub it into my body.

"Late late, don't ignore me."

His voice was dull, heavy, and hoarse, pleading.

Her eyelashes trembled, her eye sockets were slightly moist, she clenched her lips tightly and did not speak.

"You haven't looked at me for two days, I feel uncomfortable." He muttered, his voice choked.

Su Xiangwan's heart aches, and a string of tears rolls down from the corner of his eyes.

Mu Beiting hugged her and whispered: "You can beat and scold me, you can get back with revenge anyway, but... don't ignore me."

Su Xiangwan only felt that her shoulder was moist, warm, and painful when she was burning.

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened a bit. Seeing that she was still silent, he looked childishly like a child, and said dumbly, "You can't hate me."

"You hate me and you are mine."

"I don't want to leave me."

"Even if you hate me... I won't let you go."

Su Xiangwan listened to him muttering to himself, tears falling down with crackling: idiot.

Love makes people feel weak.

Also let people have armor.

He was silent for a long time, just when she thought he would not speak anymore.

His muffled voice sounded again: "But can't you... Don't hate me."

"I don't want you to hate me."

Mu Beiting's eyes were dark and misty.

He thought if she hated him.

That must be the cruelest punishment for him in the world.

She was silent for a long time, and he started talking to himself.

"You can't leave me."

"Can't leave me."

"You promised me."

"If... if one day, you must leave. You kill me."

Su Xiangwan burst into tears and couldn't help turning around after all.

She rolled over and pressed on him, and kissed his thin lips fiercely: "Who said I want to leave you."

He was slightly startled and looked at her blankly.

She kissed him very hard, and the salty tears dripped between their lips and teeth, bitter.

Mu Beiting recovered, his slender eyelashes trembled: "Late night..."

"Asshole." She looked at him with tears, her eyes flushed.

Because of love, how can I make him sad.

His heart was sour, he turned over to press her under him, and robbed her on her lips.

Like to rub her into the blood.

He whispered her name over and over again, and the delicate kisses went from the lips to the neck to the collarbone, wishing to imprint her mark on everything on her body.