His eyes were straightforward and gentle, making people feel soft.
Luo Qiao's heart jumped a few minutes suddenly, she couldn't help but close her eyes.
"I know."
The air was pulled out of the ambiguity, but Ming Siran didn't say anything this time.
Luo Qiao was a little uncomfortable with his ‘abnormal’. After looking at him, Luo Qiao licked the corner of her mouth.
Two seconds later, she took the tissue and wiped her fingers one by one.
The living room was quiet, Ming Siran rolled down his sleeves, glanced at the time on the watch, and was about to go upstairs.
At this time, Luo Qiao suddenly grabbed him.
Ming Siran couldn't help but pause, his eyes turned to her, questioning raised his eyebrows.
The woman's fingers are soft and white, and her slender eyelashes make her look very obedient from this angle.
She said softly, "Ex-boyfriend..."
Ming·Ex-boyfriend·Siran:?
Luo Qiao lowered her head slightly, and asked very hard: "Are you sad now?"
In fact, Ming Siran is no longer sad:?
Luo Qiao sighed and scratched her head. She should be sad, she encountered this...
Even if Ming Siran is a beast, he still has the heart.
...
Luo Qiao finally made up her mind and looked up at him: "I..."
Although she didn't know what she planned, but Ming Siran, who felt that it was good for her, decisively gave up the idea of going upstairs, peachy eyes watched her, and her tone raised slightly: "Huh?"
Luo Qiao met his eyes, still a little uncomfortable, and said awkwardly: "...If you are really sad, I can hardly hold you for a while, it's not impossible."
"..."
The air was quiet, and Ming Siran didn't speak for a while.
Luo Qiao looked at him again, with pure and true eyes, with emotions that wanted to comfort him, and asked carefully: "Are you sad?"
At this time, the dog is not sad.
Ming Siran's eyelashes trembled a few times, and in the next second, he dropped his eyes in frustration: "I am really sad to be seen by you."
"..."
Seeing Ming Siran's'lost and lonely' appearance, Luo Qiao moved her fingers and moved her body slightly toward him.
Ming Siran sighed slowly: "I didn't expect this to happen."
Luo Qiao's heart tightened slightly, and slowly dropped her hand behind him, patted gently: "It's okay."
His eyes were dim, Luo Qiao pursed the corner of his mouth, and finally leaned in and hugged him.
"Everyone will forget it soon."
The woman's body is fragrant and soft, so she took her own initiative.
Ming Siran's peachy eyes narrowed lightly and his eyes became extra deep. He put his arm around her waist and raised his lips cheerfully: "Really?"
Luo Qiao's chin rested on his shoulder: "Yeah."
After comforting him for a while, Luo Qiao wanted to leave.
He buckled his waist and pulled it back.
Ming Siran: "I don't want to sleep alone tonight."
Luo Qiao: "..."
"Be with me, I can't do anything." Ming Siran's voice was very soft, which made people feel a little fragile inexplicably: "OK?"
Just as Luo Qiao wanted to refuse, he heard his low voice: "When I close my eyes, I will think of the past."
"..."
She: "Okay."
...
At night, Luo Qiao put on her pajamas, hugged her pillow and came to the door of Ming Siran's room.
The man opened the door for her and looked at her with low eyes, his eyes dark.
Luo Qiao's face is white and delicate, with long smooth hair falling on her shoulders, looking delicate and lovely.
She bypassed him and put the pillow down, lifted the quilt and went in, and glanced at him: "You said you can't do anything."