Chapter 78

ah?

Su Xiangwan looked at him in surprise, almost suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

But Mu Beiting just looked at her directly, obviously not intending to repeat it again.

"For...why?"

Su Xiangwan was a little nervous, so he subconsciously picked up the water glass and drank some water.

Mu Beiting got up to clean up the dishes, and replied calmly, "I'm worried about your injuries."

'puff! '

Before Su Xiangwan could drink any water, he sprayed all of it out, and it happened to be on Mu Beiting's dark blue pajamas.

He was worried that she was injured.

How did he manage to say this without changing his face?

Is he sure that the wound in his mouth refers to her finger that was wrapped in several layers of bandages?

Was he really sure it wasn't because she had a stroke, hemiplegia, or an incurable disease like being stabbed a few times, so he was worried?

Mu Beiting paused slightly, frowned, and looked up at the shocked little thing in front of him, his dark eyes deep.

Does she not want him to stay?

The room instantly became deathly quiet.

Su Xiangwan came back to his senses, and hurriedly ran to him and wiped his pajamas with a tissue: "I... I just heard that you were going to stay, and I couldn't control my emotions with excitement."

Mu Beiting's eyes were dim and slightly lowered, his eyes kept falling on her small face.

Su Xiangwan didn't have time to pay attention to his gaze, but felt that he was really out of luck.

I don't know how much the pajamas he was wearing cost, and whether she will pay for it again.

She's such a poor jingle that she really doesn't want to do another drag show.

The water spray just hit his abdominal muscles. Su Xiangwan wiped the outside of the skirt, frowned, and unbuttoned the three buttons below him, turned the skirt over and wiped the inside again.

She lowered her head slightly, his eyes fell on her slightly loose neckline, and her Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.

But her little hands kept moving around him, and he could feel how soft her little hands were through the thin clothes.

Mu Beiting inexplicably felt that his throat was a little dry, and his gaze became hot when he stared at her.

After working for a long time, Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief before letting go, but he grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into his arms.

Mu Beiting's voice was hoarse: "Did someone tell you that you can't unbutton a man casually?"

Su Xiangwan swallowed lightly, only feeling that his chest was hot, just like his gaze.

"I'm not casual, I'm very serious about explaining." Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she boldly met his gaze.

Mu Beiting's thin lips parted slightly, his eyes were dim and unclear: "Then do you know that this sentence will make men dream about things?"

The warm breath sprayed on her neck, and her little face turned red uncontrollably.

Su Xiangwan's small hands pushed against his chest, keeping a distance.

Although I know that Mu Beiting is not good, but...but it still takes some time to get in touch with a man so close...

But the opportunity is to be grasped by oneself, now is not the time to be hypocritical.

After a few seconds, Su Xiangwan gradually relaxed.

"Mu Beiting, do you want to think about me again?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you thinking about?"

She lowered her eyes slightly, her little hands rested on his chest, and lightly drew circles, making his attention also fall on her fingers.

A few seconds later, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her clear yet hidden cold eyes, looked at him and said softly, "Consider me as your wife."