Chapter 215

Su to the evening slightly toot the lip petal: "then you are not angry."

Mu Beiting's eyes are dim. He puts her on her side and holds a soft little foot with big hands.

Su Xiangwan was stunned and tried to pull his foot back.

But he held it tightly, and there was a little thin cocoon on the belly of his finger, rubbing the instep of her feet and rippling.

He pinched her feet gently, her feet are very small, in his palm like a blooming lotus.

The toes are round and lovely, like pieces of jade and brocade pouring down.

His eyes fell on her toes.

On the snow-white toes, the nails were stained.

Each of them is painted with a black bear with a red face. Each one has a different expression, but it is particularly lovely against the background of her shining toes.

Su xiangevening some unnatural curled up his toes, the bear on his fingernails also moved, as if to say hello to him.

Mu Beiting's throat is a little dry, but he can't help but want to kiss her feet.

Su Xiangwan didn't find his difference, and he still insisted: "Mu Beiting Are you not angry with me

Mu Beiting raised his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were like two deep pools.

"I'll take your leave tomorrow and write the love letter by five o'clock in the evening."

"Ah?"

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment and his small face was tangled up.

Yes, it's not over yet.

She was asked by someone to write a love letter of 1000 words.

Yeah, you heard me right.

A thousand words.

Su Xiangwan was a little withered. He did not say a word, and kept kneading her little feet gently.

After a few minutes, Su Xiangwan finally couldn't help but say, "can you reduce it? A thousand words a lot... "

Mu Beiting glanced at her lightly: "you are not eloquent very well."

"I didn't I can't write a composition

His eyes are deep, and kindly remind: "morning, and cold Che."

"I didn't say that It's filming... "

"Shall I remind you?"

Mu Beiting's sight fell on her small face, dark and unclear.

Su Xiangwan frowned and looked at him accusatorily: "you can't turn over old accounts!"

Mu Beiting pulled her to his leg, re circled her in his arms, and said in a deep voice: "old debt? I haven't finished with you yet

Su Xiangwan was pressed on his thigh, straddling, embarrassed, but unable to break free.

Two people face to face, separated by only a palm distance.

His black eyes looked directly at her, gently pinched her chin with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "it's not good to say that he and Han Che confess, eh?"

"Mu Beiting I was filming... "

"Lighthouse in the long dark road?"

"The boat of the drowning man when he struggles?"

But he did not listen to the explanation, word by word, asked.

"The sun in dim life?"

"The generosity of fate? Yes

His eyes were dim and obscure. When he mentioned the words, his eyes were stained with blood.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't dare to make a sound.

This smelly man has a good memory. How can he write down all her lines after listening to it once.

Mu Beiting's strength on the hand was a little bigger, forcing her to look at his eyes: "speak."

Obviously, he felt reasonable, but Su Xiangwan was still guilty.

"That's what the lines say It's not me Well It hurts

Word by word, sentence by sentence.

As soon as he mentioned it, Mu Beiting was very angry. He bowed his head and bit her fragrant shoulder.

She was afraid that she would not bite a word out of control