Drifting Towards You

She is his, and she can only be his in this life.

He would never allow anyone to **** her away.

Li Qingqing didn't say anything, but couldn't help being jealous.

He looked up again, but met his warning gaze,

She was unwilling to do so, and couldn't help asking, "Shao Mu likes her so much?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed through Mu Beiting's eyes: "Otherwise I like you?"

Li Qingqing's heart was suffocated: "I really don't understand what is so good about her, you guys are like being possessed by both of you."

Li Qingqing only felt a sharp pain in his scalp, and a tear-like pain came.

Mu Beiting's big hands pulled through her hair, and his eyes were endless cold and dark birds.

"Mu... Mu Shao..." Li Qingqing's heart trembled, and tears of pain almost came out of her eyes.

She was finally sober at this meeting, only hating herself for talking.

"I'm telling you, don't let me hear half of her bad from your mouth. A woman like you is not worthy to give her shoes!" He sneered and said, his voice was cruel.

Li Qingqing breathed heavily, only to feel that the man in front of him looked like a devil.

Those deep and shallow eyes are like a nightmare that is wet and cold.

"I...I know..." Li Qingqing quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him again.

Mu Beiting sneered and let go.

I took the disinfected wet towel on the table and wiped my hands carefully.

He doesn't move quickly or slowly, with a touch of grace.

Li Qingqing's eyes were red, and he glanced at the man's hand. It was slender and clean, even better than Song Ziming's.

She slowly retracted her gaze, not daring to look randomly.

However, he swiftly poured the small tube of powder into the cup beside Song Ziming.

Immediately, there was a strange silence in the room.

Not long after, Su Xiangwan pushed the door back and murmured: "This restaurant doesn't know what's going on. It doesn't even have a lighter, so I asked a few people for it, and finally got there."

After sitting down, he saw a cigarette **** pinched in the ashtray in front of Mu Beiting.

She was stunned, then turned to look at him: "Are you finished?"

"En." Mu Beiting said warmly, restraining his hostility.

Su Xiangwan was a little angry: "Isn't it said that the lighter doesn't work well..."

He stretched out his big hand and fished her into his arms, his handsome face pressed against her small face and said warmly, "The traditional method I used."

Su Xiangwan looked up at him: "What way?"

"Drilling wood to make fire." He whispered.

Su Xiangwan chuckled softly: "Nonsense!"

Seeing her smile, he didn't explain anymore, he kept holding her and teased her in a low voice.

Li Qingqing raised her head and glanced at the tired and crooked two, and quickly lowered her head.

Su Xiangwan noticed her sight and couldn't help but whispered to Mu Beiting: "Did you tell her something? Why do you think she seems to be afraid of you."

Mu Beiting pecked on her lips: "Who is not afraid of me, you are not afraid of me."

Su Xiangwan's cheeks reddened slightly, and he whispered softly: "Who said I'm not afraid, I'm afraid too~"

He raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and kissed her neck: "Why are you afraid? Tell me."

"No, it's shameful." Su Xiangwan raised his little hand and pushed him away, but he took advantage of the trend and kissed her palm again.

The soft lips were a little wet, and Su Xiangwan hurriedly retracted it.

He asked her with a low smile, "Say or not?"

"Don't tell me." Su Xiangwan felt that if he knew that he was really afraid of him sometimes, his tail wouldn't be up to the sky.

"Don't say I kissed you." Mu Beiting whispered in her ears, her soft lips rubbing her earlobes, as if she was deliberately fucking.