The woman's soft and gentle words entered his ears, and a sudden numbing sensation spread from his back to his entire body. Ming Siran's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his phone.
Seeing his reaction, Luo Qiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She moved closer to him, at a distance where her lips would touch his if she moved slightly. She deliberately asked him with a wicked heart, " "Are you moved?"
Ming Siran turned his head slightly and stared at her with a deep gaze. In the quiet room, his gaze slowly slid down to her lips, and his gaze was inexplicably seductive.
He didn't try to hide the effect of the word she had said on him, and his low and sexy voice overflowed with syllables."Yingluo, yes." "I'm suddenly excited," he said in all seriousness after a pause.
“…………”
As the two of them looked at each other, the man pressed her head against hers to see her reaction. After a long while, he couldn't help but chuckle."Didn't you want to f * ck me? why are you blushing?"
In the end, Luo Qiao wasn't as shameless as he was. She shut her eyes and said stubbornly, " "Who's blushing? even if a dog blushes, I won't blush."
Ming Siran glanced at her with a smile, then put his phone on the table and pulled her up. "Since you're not blushing, then come and shout a few more times."
……
The bathroom was filled with mist, and Luo Qiao's forehead was slightly wet. Her small eyes were looking somewhere, and her mind was a little blank.
The man carried her out and placed her on the bed in the bedroom. After looking at her for a moment, he leaned over and kissed her cheek, then slowly slid down to her lips.
His movements were very light, and his actions were gentle.
Luo Qiao looked up at the lights on the ceiling. She wasn't sure if it was because the lights were too bright, or if it was because she had been in the shower for too long that her mind had gone blank.
At this moment, she was in a state of 'when the weather cleared up and the rain stopped, I felt like I could do it again'.
Thinking back to how she had decided to let Ming Siran cry and call her father, she reached out and pressed against his chest, pushing him away slightly. "I'll do it!"
Ming Siran ignored her nonsense and looked serious. He reached out to hold her hand and pressed it on the top of her head, his sexy and hoarse voice reaching her ears, " "Yingluo, be more honest."
Luo Qiao struggled a little, but it was no use. She stared at the ceiling lights and blinked.
The place that the man had kissed felt like it was being brushed by a feather, causing a slight itch. The temperature in the room was rising, and Luo Qiao was upset after a few failed attempts.
"I'm itching for a fight," she began to find trouble.
“……”
"Don't you think the lights are too dazzling?"
“……”
Ming Siran, who was concentrating, did not make a sound. He reached out and turned off the lights.
The room turned dark in an instant. Luo Qiao gave him two light kicks, but for some reason, despite being treated with utmost gentleness, she said something she would regret for the rest of her life, " "Did you not eat, little brother?"
Ming Siran stopped in his tracks.
The air was dead silent.
“……”
Ming Siran was speechless.
After about three seconds, he said, " "What did you just say?"
"I was wrong," Luo Qiao said.
She was in a state of shock, and Ming Siran almost laughed out of anger. He pinched her chin and said, " "Say that again, huh?"
The mouthy King, Luo Qiao, was now apologetic with an unusually sincere attitude. I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, Siran I love you, I love you so much, heart.
"Very good," he said with a half-smile. He nodded and said in a dangerous tone, " "Yingluo is very good."