Luo Qiao's back was hit and it hurt a little. She couldn't help but let out a low groan.
The bag fell to the ground with a clatter.
Ming Siran pressed her wrist against the door and cupped her face with his other hand. His fingertips were burning hot.
"It hurts, Yingluo."
The man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he slowly left her, his breathing a little messy.
His eyelashes drooped as he looked at her face.
When he opened his mouth again, his voice was already extremely low and hoarse."I'm sorry."
Luo Qiao didn't know where to look. His sexy, panting voice drifted into her ears, " "I'm a little excited right now."
“……”
She heard him chuckling in a low voice. It was pleasant and sexy, making her ears heat up.
Luo Qiao couldn't help but turn her head away. She thought he would leave after saying this, but he held her face up, rubbed the tip of her nose, and kissed her again.
“……”
*
Luo Qiao was sitting on the bed, lost in thought. She lifted her head when she heard the door to the dressing room open.
His line of sight paused slightly.
Ming Siran had a tall figure and exquisite facial features. He was a natural-born clothes hanger, and the suit he was wearing made him look handsome and elegant, noble and extraordinary.
When his eyes met hers, he raised his peach blossom eyes slightly, and a seductive smile appeared between his lazy eyebrows. "Does brother Siran look good?"
“……”
Luo Qiao shifted her gaze.
Ming Siran walked over and leaned over to meet her eyes. His gaze was scorching hot as he said slowly, " "What?"
“……”
Luo Qiao pursed her lips. After a moment, she said softly, " "It's alright."
He looked at her for two seconds, then lowered his eyes and grabbed her hand. Luo Qiao wanted to pull her hand back, but he stopped her with a little force. He took her hand and placed it on his face.
"Then I'll let you touch it," he said with a smile.
The skin under her fingertips was warm, and Luo Qiao's heart trembled slightly. Her gaze involuntarily fell on the man's face.
The bedroom was lit with warm-colored lights, and his eyes were warm and handsome under the light. Luo Qiao's fingers stopped moving, as if she was possessed. She didn't pull them back, and his good-looking eyebrows slid down bit by bit.
He didn't move and looked at her with his peach-shaped eyes. When her fingers landed on his eyes, he gently closed them. His entire state was indescribably sexy, as if he was fully interpreting the four words 'he is her'.
Luo Qiao's heart heated up. When her fingertips brushed past his long and fine eyelashes, she couldn't help but gently push them to the side. He laughed out loud. Luo Qiao felt a tingling sensation on her back and retracted her hand.
He opened his eyes, and there was still a smile in his eyes."What are you doing?"
Luo Qiao turned her head away and pursed her lips.
Who asked a man like him to have such long eyelashes?
Ming Siran reached out to pinch her little ear and said nonchalantly, " You miss me when you go shopping with Han Jin? "
His slightly smug tone urged Luo Qiao to turn her head. She didn't shake his hand off, only feeling the heat from his fingers.
"That's because you gave me a bracelet too. I can't take it for free," she retorted.
He said lazily, clearly in disbelief, " "Like this?"
“……”
Luo Qiao's aura instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.
She knew that he would say this when she gave him the gift today. She stood up with a puff of her face and said, " I'm leaving! Time to sleep!"
Ming Siran chuckled, his hands in his pockets as he looked at her back. "Then if I give myself to you, what will little sister Qiao Qiao use to return the favor?"
Luo Qiao grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door with a loud bang, followed by the sound of her hair standing on end in anger.
"I don't want you!"