Drifting Towards You

He twisted his eyebrows and raised three fingers: "I swear, if I ever..."

Su Xiangwan quickly stretched out a small hand and covered his mouth: "Don't say it."

He grabbed her soft little hand, held it in his hand, and stared at her seriously, "You believe me."

Su Xiangwan hummed slightly, and the stone that had been pressing in his heart for the past few days seemed to have been finally removed.

The whole body is relaxed, unspeakable carefree.

"Then... Then why did you give me the first time you saw me... Give me something, you random man!"

This sentence is exactly where Su Xiangwan's heart lies.

She actually believed him in her heart.

But that time, she just broke into his room by mistake.

The result was lost to him.

After she knew the truth, she always felt that she actually didn't know him.

She couldn't help but wonder if he had had countless women before, and she just happened to make him a little interested.

Mu Beiting didn't expect this to be the crux of the matter, and instantly understood.

He whispered: "Late night, that person is you, so I can't help it."

She was a little uncomfortable being stared at by his deep gaze, she turned her gaze slightly away, her face blushing.

After unbuttoning two buttons on the collar of his jacket, Su Xiangwan only felt that the room was so hot.

"Then what if it wasn't me that day?" she couldn't help asking.

"There is no such if, you are you, you are my destiny."

She hummed twice, feeling at last at ease in her heart.

But after thinking about it, he said with dissatisfaction: "You ran to my house without saying a word during the Chinese New Year, and you blame me... Blame me for saying that you and Simocheng are gay."

He squinted his eyes when he mentioned this.

He took a bite on her lips, "Heh, I didn't hit you so lightly."

Su Xiangwan hid, feeling that the bite he had bitten hurts, and the blood all over his body became hot, like it was boiling.

"Mu Beiting, you are so fierce now. Let me tell you, you won't have a wife like this." Su Xiangwan seriously educates.

"Really? Want to get a divorce, eh?" He squeezed her small face with both big hands.

It seems to be kneading dough, constantly squeezing in the middle.

"Oh... it's so sweet..."

Su Xiangwan's mouth was squeezed into an O shape, and he stretched out his hand to open him, but he did not speak lightly.

After he let go of her, he gave a cold snort.

She looked at him, raised her small face and kissed him lightly: "I never said that I want to divorce. Really, I sent four."

She raised her four fingers, her eyes sparkling.

"Hmph, forgive you for not dare." He was in a better mood.

Su Xiangwan sat on his lap, only feeling getting hotter and hotter, his cheeks flushed, and a thin layer of sweat leaked from the tip of his nose.

She jumped off his lap and turned to open the window.

"Why your window is so small, it's so hot."

Mu Beiting only thought that she was making a fuss just now, that's why she felt hot, so she didn't take it seriously.

Su Xiangwan turned back, looked at the bowl of soup on the coffee table, and asked with a soft snort, "Are you drinking?"

His eyes were faint, and he reached for it: "Drink."

Su Xiangwan opened his hand with a ‘pop’, and directly picked up the soup bowl: “I gave you a drink just now, don’t you want to drink it now? It’s too late!”

With that, he raised his head and drank a bowl of soup.

After a while, the bowl bottomed out.

Su Xiangwan proudly put the bowl on the coffee table, and slumped on the back of the sofa with his slightly bulging belly.

Um... so supportive.

Sustained to an explosion.

She was simply punishing herself for the mistakes of others.

So what's wrong with letting him take a sip?