Ming Siran pressed his face against hers and replied, " "Yes, go ahead."
Luo Qiao was silent for a moment. the man in your office who teased Huo Nanchuan, " she said. I've seen him before.
Ming Siran's movements suddenly stopped, and his gaze shifted downwards, slowly landing on Luo Qiao's face.
In the next moment, he tried to stand up straight, but Luo Qiao didn't let him. She exerted strength in her fingers and continued to hold him tightly in that position.
"I've been looking for him for a long time when I was abroad, but I didn't get any news. He covered my eyes at the time, so I didn't see his face. I only heard his breathing and voice."
She could feel the man's body suddenly tense up. Luo Qiao buried her head in Ming Siran's shoulder and said softly, " "I couldn't get rid of the shadow at that time, Yingluo, and I didn't know how to face you. Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have left you so casually. The years we were apart, Hanhan ..."
Qiaoqiao, Qianqian. Ming Siran's breathing was a little unsteady. He grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her away, but Luo Qiao held him tightly and said slowly, " "It's my fault."
She had been too impulsive and rashly made the decision to leave him, but no matter what happened, she could still trust this man named Ming Siran.
It was too late for her to realize this. He was the one who stood there, patiently waiting for her until now.
Luo Qiao got out of his arms. To Ming Siran's surprise, there was no sign of pain or sadness on her face.
The light in the living room shone down, and she looked at him, her eyes full of gentleness.
"Siran Wanwan, thank you for waiting for me for so long."
He slowly healed her and never forced her to say it. He quietly waited for her to say it herself. There were some things that he did not know, but he knew that she would be sad, so he chose to endure it.
He cared more about her feelings.
The woman's face was reflected in Ming Siran's pitch-black pupils. His Adam's apple bobbed a little, as if he wanted to say something. Luo Qiao saw his expression and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips."He didn't do anything to me, really."
Compared to touching her, that person seemed to like seeing her in fear and pain because of the unknown.
Luo Qiao patted him lightly, her actions revealing a woman's comfort and gentleness. "Don't be sad. It was only Yingluo who was frightened."
She was indeed frightened.
The dark and cold room, the unfamiliar man, the fingertips that slid across her face, and the smooth laughter that was like a small snake slithering across her skin.
Every single one of them was deliberately provoking her nerves.
Ming Siran's hand tightened around her waist unconsciously, and he looked at her without saying a word.
Over the years, Luo Qiao had slowly been consoled and healed by him. Now that he had told her everything, she was actually very calm. Compared to her, she was more worried about Ming Siran.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, but he did not say a word.
Luo Qiao stared at his face and rubbed against it like a cat. brother Siran.
Ming Siran was a little dazed, and he slowly lowered his eyes.
The woman met his gaze, her eyes slightly curved, and she said softly, " "Now, you'll help me deal with him, okay?"
Under the light, Luo Qiao's face was fair and her eyes were clear and bright after being healed.
Ming Siran's heart tightened. After a long while, he pulled her into his arms, his voice cold and cruel.
"Alright," he said.