Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting continued to put her socks on for her, his expression remained unchanged, and he reached out and touched her forehead, then turned around and took another piece of clothing to put on her: "Why is it so cold."

"Maybe the freezing hasn't slowed down before. You didn't know that I was going to freeze into a popsicle that day." Su Xiangwan wrapped his clothes and leaned against his arms.

Every year on the ground only wore open pants, but his hot face was flushed.

That night, Su Xiangwan tossed and turned in bed but couldn't sleep.

He hasn't touched her since she came back from the crew.

She knew that he was worried about her health.

But she will recover anyway, how could he not touch her for a few months with his temperament.

The child in the belly...

"Can't sleep?" he asked in a low voice with his arms around her.

"Well, maybe I slept a lot during the day." She responded softly, still a little absent-minded.

The room calmed down, but Su Xiangwan couldn't help but said, "Mu Beiting."

"Yep."

"Did you take any measures during the two days when you went to the film and television city to find me?" Su Xiangwan held her heart tightly.

Even if she clearly remembered that he had taken measures.

But she also remembered that she had a nightmare and refused to tell him, so he tossed her fiercely.

So much so that she was confused and didn't remember the scene at all.

She couldn't help but wonder if he had forgotten when she was asleep.

After she spoke, Mu Beiting's body stiffened a bit.

It's just that she has been absent-minded and didn't notice his instant stiffness.

Mu Beiting's throat tightened, knowing that she was afraid that she would really have it.

Lightly lowering his eyes, he slowly said, "I started using it, but it was useless twice later."

Su Xiangwan was stunned, and couldn't help asking: "Why?"

He kissed her and whispered softly: "Well, how can there be so much preparation in the hotel, there must be time for light."

Su Xiangwan fell silent, but didn't know how true or false his words were.

He is so smart, has he guessed it?

But it's not like it. If he guessed it, how could he be so calm?

Su Xiangwan was thinking wildly, placing one hand on his stomach subconsciously.

If this child is not his... what will she do?

Su Xiangwan closed his eyes and let himself try to believe what he said, believing that he didn't take any measures after that night.

She didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to wonder if he had guessed everything, but still pretended to be indifferent and made up such a lie to relieve her.

As long as she thinks about this, she will feel unspeakably distressed, distressed for him.

Su Xiangwan closed his eyes for a long time, but still couldn't sleep.

She kept thinking about his words, but faintly felt that he seemed to have guessed it.

When she thought of this, her eyes became sour a little, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She rolled over to face him, nestled in his arms: "Mu Beiting."

"Yep."

"It's okay, I just want to call you."

"I'm here."

"I can't sleep, can you tell me a story?" She said softly, with tears hidden in her voice.

"Great."

He got up and turned on the wall lamp, took the book in his hand, and leaned against the bedside to embrace her in his arms.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, his low voice slowly calmed in the night: "During the Warring States period, the Wei army besieged Handan, the capital of Zhao State. Qi State sent Tian Ji to lead his army to rescue Zhao..."

He patiently read to her the story of Wei Wei and Zhao Zhao, as if he had exhausted his life's gentleness.

Su Xiangwan has always been quiet, and I don't know how long it took, and finally gradually fell asleep in his arms.