Drifting Towards You

Xia Feise was gone, Wu Jingyu stood there and looked at her back, completely lost.

Xia Feise didn't go far, and saw Li Mubai leaning against the stone wall next to the door smoking a cigarette. I don't know how much I saw in the scene just now.

Meeting his deep eyes, Xia Feise felt nervous in her heart.

After a few seconds, she walked towards him slowly.

Li Mubai straightened up, did not say much, stretched out his hand to embrace her waist and said, "Did you drive?"

"Yep."

"Just right, take me back." Li Mubai said lightly.

"You didn't drive." Xia Feise asked.

"En." Li Mubai replied, without further explanation.

The two of them walked a few steps forward again. Until the light, Xia Feise saw a trace of blood on his forehead. I don't know how long ago it was done. The plasma had already condensed into dark purple, making the one look handsome. The face becomes more coquettish.

Perceiving her gaze, Li Mubai turned to look at her with a deep gaze: "What are you looking at?"

Xia Feise was silent for a while, feeling that this person was really fierce.

She just glanced at the wound on his head twice, as if she had done something damaging to the world.

Xia Feise retracted her gaze and slowly said, "I have parked the car in the parking lot. I have to walk over."

"En." Li Mubai answered, without speaking.

Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked beside her in no hurry.

Until he got into the car, he sat directly in the passenger seat and Xia Feise drove.

Li Mubai stared at her for a while, then sneered: "Are you four wheels? Bikes ride faster than you."

Xia Feise ignored him, she knew it.

But she was not proficient at first, and she had never driven such a good car before. If she really crashed, let alone the cost of repairing the car, she might not even compensate for others.

Seeing that she was not talking, Li Mubai reached out and touched her neck.

The pinch marks on the top have become shallower, but some traces can still be seen.

Xia Feise hid, frowned and said, "Don't make trouble."

Li Mubai smiled, but he didn't bully her when he closed his hand.

The car drove slowly and steadily, all the way through the night.

Seeing that he hadn't been moving, Xia Feise turned her head and glanced at him slightly. The pale man lowered his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

Some soft lights from outside the car scattered in, covering his face, not dazzling, but extra soft.

Xia Feise retracted her gaze, remembering that there seemed to be a lot of blood stains on the fingers he had just held the cigarette.

After more than half an hour, I got downstairs.

The man beside him was still asleep, breathing evenly, his closed eyes were a bit less hostile, and they looked beautiful like a delicate oil painting.

Xia Feise waited for a while, but he still didn't mean to wake up.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, even a little heavier.

Xia Feise frowned and turned to look at the man beside her.

A blush leaked from his shoulder on the side of the car window, and the blood seemed to spread more and more.

Xia Feise got up slightly, getting closer.

A large area of ​​the white shirt has been soaked in blood, and it seems to be spreading.

The shirt and the flesh were glued together, and a cut that was cut by a sharp weapon turned out, making it hideous.

Xia Feise's pupils shrank slightly, her throat tightened, and she felt painful just looking at it.

She whispered: "Li Mubai?"

He didn't respond much, Xia Feise couldn't help wondering if he passed out: "Li..."

He had already opened his eyes, holding her wrist with one hand, looking at the face that was close at hand in front of him, with a frivolous look in his deep eyes: "Want to kiss me?"

Xia Feise:...