Chapter 90： Sleep with me

Luo Qiaowo was playing games in the house. When she was almost too sleepy, she took out her mobile phone and took a look at 2:15 in the morning.

She washed her face, sobered up, then sneaked upstairs.

When she came to Ming Siran's door, she held her breath and unscrewed the door, gently walking to the bedside to find her wallet.

Suddenly, the person on the bed turned over.

Luo Qiao was startled, and her little heart trembled.

When there was no movement, she breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and continued looking.

The bedside, the clothes he wore yesterday, and even Luo Qiao on the carpet touched it all over, but in the end she couldn't find it.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She pursed her lips, climbed onto the bed, touched her hand under his pillow, and her fingertips touched a corner, which was obviously a wallet.

Luo Qiao was overjoyed. Just about to pull it out, the man on the bed suddenly pressed his hand and hugged her.

Luo Qiao: "!!!"

She was horrified, turning her head stiffly, but Ming Siran seemed to be an unconscious movement and did not wake up. At such a close distance, she could feel the temperature on his body and the faint smell of alcohol.

Luo Qiao's tense body slowly relaxed, touching his arm with her hand, and wanted to pull it away gently.

But at this moment, a low laugh came into her ears, and she was circled into her arms by him: "You asked for this, eh?"

Luo Qiao's hair exploded in an instant, and she turned her head to run, but she was suddenly pressed against the bed by his wrist.

Luo Qiao didn't dare to breathe, in the dim space, her heartbeat almost broke through her chest, and the man above was less than a few centimeters away from her.

He leaned over and kissed her on the face, breathing warmly, with a **** and ambiguous voice: "Run over in the middle of the night, want to sleep with me?"

Luo Qiao's scalp is numb, and her breathing is not smooth: "Where am I?"

He chuckled and rubbed her face: "I won't give you a card, only you will sleep."

"..."

Luo Qiao wanted to take out her hand, but he restrained it, she panicked: "Ming Siran!"

Quiet space, looked at her for a while. After a while, Ming Siran curled his lips, clasped her wrist with one hand, and turned on the bedside lamp with the other. In the bright room, he half-squinted his peach eyes and took out his wallet from under the pillow.

Luo Qiao immediately reached out and grabbed it.

He stepped aside, raised his eyebrows, and said in a loose voice: "Kiss a card."

Luo Qiao don't open her face: "It's impossible."

"Those two clicks."

"..."

Ming Siran saw her not talking, leaning lazily on the bedside, lowered his eyes to stare at her, "It's not working, then give me a hug."

"Ming Siran!"

"Brother is here." He squinted lazily, licked his lips, and looked at her with a soft smile: "Why always call me?"

"..."

Luo Qiao couldn't leave, nor could he hold the card, and his face was flushed.

Ming Siran lay down comfortably and patted his chest: "Come in, brother."

"..."

Luo Qiao didn't move.

Ming Siran didn't mind, holding her hand, gently rubbing the back of her hand, looking at her, as if playing with her hand could play for a year.

Luo Qiao: "..."

As time passed, Luo Qiao sat on the bed with her legs numb and kicked him with anger. Finally, she closed her eyes and lay down beside him.

Ming Siran leaned in contentment to hug her, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was instantly dark.

"Qiao Qiao."

"..."

"Qiao Qiao~~"

Luo Qiao was almost annoyed by him, she stretched out her hand to cover her ears.

Only leaving a man with a **** chuckle cannot be more pleasant.