Drifting towards you - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: So Warm… So Comfortable

Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

While using her arm as a pillow, her heart gradually settled down as she thought about it this way.

If he didn’t have any unusual fetishes, then she didn’t have anything to fear.

However, why did he insist on getting her to sleep with him?

Was it to pull the wool over people’s eyes?

As she let her imagination run wild, Su Xiangwan soon fell asleep, letting out calm breathing sounds.

In the darkness, Mu Beiting slowly opened his dark eyes, and turned softly to look at the woman beside him, as if also feeling slightly unused to this.

The woman’s body was slightly curled up, she looked very small. Despite the bed being huge, she only seemed to take up a small corner.

Under the silver-gray quilt and sheets, hid a sliver of pink, she was like a pearl in a shell.

He retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes to try and go back to sleep.

He had severe insomnia, you could even say he was sleepless at night.

When ‘General’ was here, he could at least take a breather.

However, during the whole week ‘General’ disappeared, he hardly closed his eyes at all.

It was only until today when he stumbled across this woman that he suddenly remembered he could actually peacefully sleep beside her.

Except, he didn’t know whether it was because of some kind of intense emotion, or that… she actually had some sort of magic that made him feel calm.

On his pillow was an aroma that was never there before, it smelt a bit like jasmine and emitted a faint delicate fragrance.

Mu Beiting thought he was actually crazy right now, he actually brought a woman to bed.

However, if he thought back to all these years, he lost count on how many doctors he’s seen, and his condition still hadn’t improved a bit. Thinking back to what happened last time, it was probably only an accident.

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The night was dark, with the peace and quiet of summer. Inside the room, the air conditioner was on, which is why it was extremely comfortable.

Before he knew it, he actually felt sleepy.

At the same time, Su Xiangwan seemed to feel a bit cold. While frowning, she pulled drowsily at the quilt, the result was that the entire quilt which was supposed to shared between two people was entirely pulled over her.

After flipping over a couple of times, most of it was under her, she wrapped herself up like a cocoon.

The sudden cold made Mu Beiting frown and open his eyes. He glanced at her and childishly pulled back half of the quilt.

This damned woman, she actually fell asleep so quickly!

Did she actually not feel uneasy at all?

Not even a few minutes later, Su Xiangwan felt cold again and pulled back half of the quilt.

Mu Beiting drowsiness disappeared by now, and so, he snatched back half of it again out of spite.

Su Xiangwan frowned and subconsciously leaned towards him, trying to pull more of the quilt over to her side.

Mu Beiting gripped hard on the quilt, preventing her from sweeping the entire thing away.

After a few times of her robbing, it ultimately ended in failure. Su Xiangwan frowned and hugged her arms without moving anymore.

Upon looking at her huddled body, he felt a sense of intolerable feeling in his heart, he sighed softly. He didn’t know what was wrong with himself, he was actually fighting a sleeping woman over a quilt.

He was about to cover her with the quilt when Su Xiangwan, who seemed to feel cold, instinctively leaned over to where it was warm.

Before Mu Beiting could move, her soft body suddenly bumped its way into his arms, it made him a little absent-minded.

It felt so warm… so comfortable.

There seemed to be a little stove in her dreams and it seemed that it was really comfortable to hold, this was why she immediately squirmed into his arms even more.

His body froze while his hand was still slightly raised in mid-air. Because she suddenly wiggled into him, he didn’t know where to put his hand.

The faint aroma on the woman’s body poured into his nose as he slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell onto her delicate little face.

The small white face that he was seeing was still vibrant, dainty, and pure.

His Adam’s apple rolled, and his hand, which was originally stuck in mid-air somehow fell onto her waist.