Luo Qiao's expression changed and she walked over in a few steps. "Siran!"
Ming Siran heard her voice and opened his eyes to look at her. He was in so much pain that the light in his eyes dimmed. He had no strength left to hold on and he quickly lowered his gaze. Luo Qiao reached out to touch his forehead. Her fingers moved down and his cheeks were cold.
Why did it suddenly hurt like this? she was fine this morning.
Luo Qiao frowned and helped him lie down. He didn't have the strength to say anything and let her do as she pleased.
The doctor rushed over in no time and did a series of checks. Luo Qiao stood guard and watched him. The man's eyes were closed and his lips were pale.
When the doctor rolled up his sleeve, Luo Qiao saw the scar on his arm. She was taken aback. What was this? it clearly wasn't there before she left.
Luo Zelan noticed her gaze and looked in the direction she was looking at. He lowered his voice and said, " before I came to find you, he was injured on his arm. He was in a hurry to find you, so he didn't get treatment in time. Later, he suffered a little when he did it again.
Luo Qiao suddenly recalled the day when Shen shengkong had shielded her from the soup. He had lazily said that he would have to be stabbed in the back in order to make it up to her.
An indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in her heart. The feeling rose bit by bit and gradually drowned her. Luo Qiao's eyes were fixed on his arm and she didn't move for a long time.
After the doctor finished treating her, he stood up. the patient's stomach spasms caused severe pain. He needs to rest well and not tire himself out.
He was so busy with company matters, yet he still had to come and look for Luo Qiao and deal with Shen shengkong's company. It was clear that his injury and fever had only happened not too long ago.
Luo Zelan glanced at Ming Siran, then nodded at the doctor and sent him out.
In the room, wuxia Ruize saw that Ming Siran had calmed down and tactfully gave up his place to Luo Qiao.
As they all went out, the room suddenly became quiet.
The curtains were drawn and the thick carpet was laid beneath her feet. She made no sound when she stepped on it. Luo Qiao walked over and sat by the bed after seeing the sleeping Ming Siran.
His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. Because of the pain, his eyebrows were still furrowed, and he looked very uncomfortable.
Her slender and fair fingers landed between his brows, gently smoothing out his furrowed brows.
Luo Qiao leaned closer to him and looked at his beautiful features.
At such a close distance, the man's peach eyes were closed, and the seductive smile in his eyes could not be seen. He looked even more distant.
He had only known her for a few more years and been in a relationship for a few more years. It was no longer a relationship. He had no need to help her.
Luo Qiao stayed by his side. It was late at night and she was tired from keeping him company. She leaned over the bed and saw his smooth side profile.
……
Ming Siran woke up in the middle of the night.
The lights in the room were switched off, and everything was dark.
There was still a lingering pain in his stomach, and he felt a little weak. Ming Siran frowned and moved his fingers. He wanted to get up and turn on the light, but he felt something warm.
He stopped.
He didn't need to think to know who it was. A few seconds later, he raised his hand and touched the woman's arm. Her arm was exposed to the air for half a night, and it felt a little cold to the touch.
Ming Siran pulled her over and covered her with the blanket. He then fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on.
The lights weren't that bright, and the warm colors made the room seem more heartwarming. Luo Qiao seemed to feel comfortable. She turned over, revealing a fair and clean face. She looked very obedient in her sleep, not the slightest bit of the sharp edge she had when she woke up.
Ming Siran lowered his gaze to look at her for a long while, his eyes fixed on her face.
He reached out and touched her face gently. Luo Qiao's eyelashes fluttered but she didn't wake up. Her thin lips slowly pursed.
His body was covered in cold sweat from the pain, which made him feel even worse. Ming Siran moved a little, frowned, and got up to go to the bathroom. He only felt better after he took a shower and changed his clothes.
He lay down again, and the woman leaned into his arms. Ming Siran's body temperature was very comfortable. Her head was against his neck, and the heat of her breath was sprinkled on the side of his neck.
Ming Siran tilted his head slightly and saw her fair side profile and beautifully curved lips. Her hair was soft and smooth, and it was piled up like a cloud behind her head. Ming Siran used his other hand to caress her head. He inserted his fingers into her hair and gently massaged it. She let out two moans. It was comfortable.
Luo Qiao's hand reached over and naturally wrapped around his waist, her hand unconsciously sliding into his clothes. Ming Siran's eyes darkened but he didn't stop her.
In the end, it was Luo Qiao who stopped when she suddenly felt something was wrong. She had fallen asleep, but there was always someone next to her that made her feel different, especially when she touched his warm body.
She froze for a second, but she quickly reacted and pretended that she had not woken up. She retracted her hand, turned over, got out of his arms, and rubbed against the bed.
However, before she could leave his range, he caught her off guard and pulled her into his arms.
Her back was against the man's warm chest. Her heart was beating, and it passed through his body to her.
Because he had not spoken for a long time, the man's voice was a little hoarse. what do you want? "
Luo Qiao felt his breath on the side of her neck, and an irresistible numbing sensation shot up from her tailbone and brushed against her back. The feeling reached its peak when his lips fell on the slightly protruding joints on the back of her neck.
In this situation, she should be the one asking him what he wanted to do.
She reached behind her and touched her back, trying to cover her neck.
this kind of relationship can't last forever, Qiaoqiao. He didn't pull her hand away. His warm breath fell on her fingertips, followed by his lips. The soft touch made her heart tremble. His hoarse voice slowly sounded, " "I can accept you temporarily suspending our relationship, but I can't accept you not letting me get close to you."
He wasn't talking about physical intimacy, Luo Qiao understood that.
He was telling her that he would not allow her to reject him.
Her lips slid down bit by bit, with heat and a tingling sensation. you don't want me to leave you, and you don't want me to get close to you. Qiao Qiao, there's no such good thing.
Luo Qiao flew into a rage out of humiliation and turned her head around. I didn't!
However, he did not expect that at this distance, their noses were almost touching, and she seemed to be able to kiss him with just a slight movement.
Ming Siran's eyes were as dark as ink as he stared at Luo Qiao with a burning gaze, as if he could see right into her heart. He asked quietly, " "Then why are you here now?"
The sudden rise of this feeling made her feel flustered.
His line of sight slid down and slowly landed on her lips. It was an extremely invasive gaze.