Chapter 173 Seems to Like a Woman

In the dark room, there was only a faint glow of fire on the sofa.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the room, and he knew exactly what it was between her fingers.

Suddenly someone came in, and Su Xiangwan raised his eyes.

Even with the light behind him, it is still easy to recognize his figure.

Turning on the lamp on the coffee table, Su Xiangwan looked at him and said, "Have you taken the medicine?"

Mu Beiting just stared at the cigarette in her hand without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Go to bed early, you should avoid second-hand smoke if you are sick."

Mu Beiting didn't know how he felt at that moment.

Her posture in holding the cigarette was very nice, but he could tell at a glance that she was holding it skillfully.

The slender lady's cigarette became alluring in her fingers.

But he just felt that his heart hurts.

Bi Rongchen pricked him with a hundred needles, but it still hurts.

Seeing that he was standing still, Su Xiangwan extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, got up and walked towards him: "What are you looking at, I've got a fever and I'm stupid."

He pursed his thin lips lightly and his eyes were deep.

Su Xiangwan gently pushed him and said, "Don't try to crawl on the bed again, go back to sleep quickly."

Mu Beiting's dark eyes were deep, and he just stood there and looked at her without saying a word.

Su Xiangwan reached out and touched his forehead: "I still have a little fever, go back and take your medicine."

Mu Beiting pursed his thin lips lightly, and a few seconds later he said in a hoarse voice, "Why do you smoke?"

Su Xiangwan paused for a moment, then smiled, extremely charming: "The plot needs it, I'm playing a dancer in the old Shanghai era, and she must be smoking."

Mu Beiting stretched out his hand and said in a deep voice, "Give it to me."

Looking at his slender and clean hands, Su Xiangwan was slightly startled: "What?"

He just looked at her without speaking, and his eyes became deeper and deeper, like a deep pool or a whirlpool.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, turned around and handed the cigarette to him.

Mu Beiting glanced at her with deep eyes, turned and left.

As soon as he left, Su Xiangwan closed the door tightly.

She slumped on the sofa, a little lost.

Okay, Mu Beiting's eyes just now were really scary, as if he was going to eat her.

After Mu Beiting took the cigarette case and returned to his room, he turned around and threw the cigarette out the window.

This night, he suffered from insomnia again.

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Two days later, Mu Beiting's illness was completely cured.

But obviously, he felt right.

A certain person suddenly alienated him a lot in the name of the three chapters of the agreement, hello, I, hello, everyone.

She is still eloquent, and she will still try to please him.

Even, she still hugs his arm occasionally to act like a baby, and still coaxes him softly when he is angry.

But Mu Beiting could still clearly feel that this woman had become estranged from him.

She seems to have erected a thick protective shield, wrapping herself tightly into a silkworm chrysalis, and then invincible.

And Mu Beiting pretended not to know anything about it.

...

After resting for a few days, the marks on my body became lighter.

Su Xiangwan had to keep getting up early to rush to the set to start work.

Mu Beiting still sent her off, even if he wanted to push it, he couldn't shirk it.

On the way to the set, Su Xiangwan lowered his head and played with his phone, while he grabbed and kneaded the other hand.

After a few days, she couldn't do it anymore.

Strictly defending against him didn't take advantage of her anymore, but she couldn't escape this hand.

"Su Xiangwan."

"kindness?"

Mu Beiting was silent for a few seconds, then she turned to look at him.

"I seem to like a woman."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, then nodded and said, "Well, I wouldn't think you like men if you don't tell me. Fetish | hand | fetish!"