On his burning eyes, Su said with a dry smile: "Mu Beiting, don't do this..."
"I'm afraid of you."
Mu Beiting was silent, so he stood at the door and stopped talking.
Su looked at the time at night. It was almost twelve o'clock. It was no way to go on like this.
He opened the quilt and came down from the bed.
Without underwear, she put on a coat and walked out of the room.
Mu Beiting micro low head, so straight looking at her, pupil dark.
Sue looked up at him in the evening and sighed a few seconds later. Her soft little hand took him by the wrist and pulled him to the next bedroom.
Mu Beiting looked down at the white hand and followed her steps.
Night, quiet.
Only the sound of her slippers rubbing against the ground.
Entering the next bedroom, Sue turned on the bedside lamp.
Light halo, she turned to look at him, gently pressed his shoulder, let him sit on the bed.
"Lie down." Sue spoke softly to the evening.
Mu Beiting's line of sight has been falling on her face, but still lie in accordance with the words.
Su Xiangwan stood at the edge of the bed, slightly lowered his body, carefully covered the quilt for him, tucked in the quilt corner.
"Close your eyes and sleep." She was sitting by the bed, her voice very low.
Mu Beiting stares at her for a while, without making a sound. After a few seconds, he drops his eyes gently.
Long eyelashes in the eyelids, scattered a light shadow.
Su turned down the light of the desk lamp a few minutes later, so he sat at the head of the bed and looked at him.
More than ten minutes later, she saw that he had been very quiet, so she went to sleep for her.
He got up gently and was relieved to go back to his room.
But just move, a big hand from the quilt out, tightly grasp her wrist.
As soon as she looked back, she put on his black eyes.
Su Xiangwan has a headache. She doesn't understand why this man is so energetic.
If you deal with so much work every day and get up so early, you won't be tired.
She had to sit back to the bed and said again, "sleep, I'll be with you for a while."
Mu Beiting closed his eyes again, but he still held her wrist tightly and refused to let go.
Unexpectedly, in her clean fragrance, he gradually relaxed and had some sleepiness.
Su Xiangwan looked at the big hand holding her tightly.
His hands were large and clean, with long fingers, and fingernails with a pale flesh pink luster. Each of them was neatly trimmed.
She tried to move, but she couldn't break free. He frowned.
Su Xiangwan couldn't help smiling, thinking that he was like a child sometimes.
I'm afraid I won't be able to run.
After a while, she dared to gently break his finger with her other hand.
After struggling for more than ten minutes, Su Xiangwan even broke off his fingers with a thin sweat.
Putting his big hand back into the quilt, she looked at him and whispered, "good night, see you tomorrow."
Then she got up gently and turned off the lamp.
Leave his room quietly.
Mu Beiting frowned uneasily, but he didn't wake up.
*
the next morning.
Su Xiangwan did not turn to wake up, only feel a cool big hand fell on his neck, let her subconsciously shiver, slowly opened her eyes.
Mu Beiting stood beside the bed, looking at the small things shrunk into a group on the bed, and a smile appeared under his eyes.
In a flash, Su Xiangwan was in a trance.
The light of the morning penetrated the glass, behind him.
The handsome face with a touch of shallow smile, let her eyes.