Drifting Towards You

The corner of Mu Beiting's eyes twitched, "Is there such a metaphor for you?"

Su Xiangwan rubbed his nose without making a sound.

Mu Beiting tapped her head: "I'm pregnant, and my brain will eat."

Su Xiangwan stuck out his tongue, his eyes fell on the dining table, a little greedy.

Mu Beiting took a warm towel and wiped her face, then took a toothbrush and a basin.

"I'll do it myself..." Su Xiangwan said softly.

But just after opening his mouth, Mu Beiting put the toothbrush into her mouth.

Su Xiangwan glared at him, then took it down by himself.

Mu Beiting moved the table to the side of the table, and the two had breakfast.

After the meal, Mu Beiting took the medicine and ointment that needed to be wiped off, his eyes fell on Su Xiangwan's hospital gown, and said coldly: "Take off your clothes."

Su Xiangwan wrinkled his brows and glanced at him, this time he was obedient.

But as soon as the arm was raised, the pain was terrible.

After all, there is a broken bone in the shoulder, and the arm is not so flexible, even Mu Beiting fed her just after eating.

Upon seeing this, Mu Beiting's big hand covered her fingertips.

Slowly release the buttons on the patient's gown.

Su Xiangwan held his breath and looked up at him, a little nervous and shy.

Mu Beiting's gaze kept falling in front of her, as the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, and the snow-white skin was exposed to the air, Mu Beiting's gaze was always particularly deep.

Su Xiangwan gently closed his eyes, he peeled off her coat and turned her body gently.

Su Xiangwan was lying on the bed, and Mu Beiting's eyes fell on her snow-white back.

Her fragrant shoulders are white and hideous, red-purple scars mixed with bruises, and a few broken bloodstains, a thin layer of scab has formed, and against the white skin, it is impossible to tell The shocking.

Mu Beiting's throat tightened a bit, and he paused with his hand dipped in a cotton swab with the medicine, only to feel unable to start.

Su Xiangwan lay face down on the pillow, noticing that he hadn't moved for a long time, and whispered, "What's the matter?"

Mu Beiting was silent for a long while before slowly saying, "It's okay."

"Isn't it ugly?" she asked.

"No." He moved his big hand lightly, and the cool cotton swab fell on the wound.

Su Xiangwan took a breath, his body tense, and he felt stung and painful.

She gritted her teeth and said nothing.

It hurts...

Mu Beiting took the cotton swab away and stopped, looking at the injury on his back, he felt that he could not start.

He did not speak, Su Xiangwan also guessed something.

"Quickly wipe it, it's all skin trauma, it looks scary." She comforted softly.

He didn't speak, but slowly pressed the cotton swab to her wound again.

Su Xiangwan wrinkled his brows, and this time he was silent, and a layer of fine sweat oozes on his forehead.

She was obedient and quiet, but Mu Beiting could easily perceive her tightness and stiffness.

He moved very lightly, but even so, it couldn't offset Su Xiangwan's pain.

Her face turned pale, and she deliberately found the subject to speak: "Am I not beautiful now?"

He didn't speak.

"Last time I had a fever, you couldn't stop after you took off my clothes. There is no response today." Su Xiang Wan Wen said softly.

Mu Beiting remained silent, but silently wiped her wounds, cautiously and without any lust.

"Why are you ignoring me? Am I not attractive to you?" Su Xiangwan said again.

Mu Beiting was still silent.

Su Xiangwan was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable when he saw his sadness, but he kept silent and didn't respond to molesting. Su Xiangwan didn't know what to do.

Mu Beiting silently wiped the wound medicine for her, and his heart was blocked.

The rough fingers lightly landed on her back, and the fingertips trembled lightly.

After carefully applying the ointment, his breathing became heavier and his eyes became colder and colder.

A few seconds later, he suddenly threw the cotton swab in his hand into the trash can, got up, slammed the door and left without saying a word.