Chapter 215 One Thousand Characters

Su Xiangwan pursed her lips slightly: "Then have you calmed down?"

Mu Beiting's eyes were dim, and he placed her on his side, gently holding a soft little foot with his big hand.

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, trying to pull his foot back.

But he held it very tightly, and there were some thin calluses on the pads of his fingers, which rubbed against her instep, causing ripples in circles.

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

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

His eyes fell on her toes, a little lost.

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

There is a black bear with a red face painted on each one. Each expression is a little different, but it is especially cute against the backdrop of her shiny toes.

Su Xiangwan curled his toes unnaturally, and the Kumamon on his nails moved accordingly, as if greeting him.

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

Su Xiangwan didn't notice anything strange about him, and said persistently, "Mu Beiting...are you not angry with me anymore?"

Mu Beiting raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were as deep as two deep pools.

"Tomorrow, I will ask for leave for you, and finish the love letter before five o'clock in the evening."

"ah?"

Su Xiangwan froze for a moment, his small face tangled into a ball.

That's right, it's not over after facing the wall and thinking about it.

She was asked by someone to write a thousand-word love letter.

Yes, you heard that right.

a thousand words.

Su Xiangwan was a little listless, he kept silent, and kept gently kneading her little feet.

A few minutes later, Su Xiangwan finally couldn't help but said, "Can you have less? A thousand words is a lot..."

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

"I don't have... I can't write a composition..."

With deep eyes, he kindly reminded: "Morning, He Han Che."

"I didn't confess my love...it was filming..."

"Do I need to remind you?"

Mu Beiting's eyes fell on her small face, which was dim.

Su Xiangwan frowned and looked at him accusingly: "You can't turn over old scores!"

Mu Beiting took advantage of the situation and dragged her to his lap, wrapped her in his arms again, and said in a deep voice, "Old debt? I haven't settled this debt with you yet."

Su Xiangwan was pinned on his lap, sitting astride him, in an awkward position, but he couldn't break free.

The two faced each other, separated by only a palm.

He stared straight at her with his black eyes, gently pinched her chin with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Isn't it good to confess to Han Che, huh?"

"Mu Beiting...I was filming..."

"A lighthouse on a long dark road?"

"The boat when the drowning man struggles?"

But he didn't listen to the explanation, and asked word by word, sentence by sentence.

"The sun in the dim life?"

"The generosity of fate? Huh?"

His eyes were dim, and when he mentioned these words, his eyes were stained with blood again.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he became even more afraid to make a sound.

This stinky man has a really good memory, he memorized all her lines after listening to it once.

Mu Beiting's hand strengthened a bit, forcing her to look into his eyes: "Speak."

He obviously felt that he was right, but Su Xiangwan was still very guilty at this moment.

"The lines are written like that...it's not me...um...it hurts!"

Every word, every sentence.

As soon as she mentioned it, Mu Beiting became very angry, and lowered his head to bite her hard on the fragrant shoulder.

Worried that he would lose control, Mu Beiting bit her hard, and whispered in her ear: "One thousand words, not one word less."