Chapter 213： like you

He was stunned, and an unspeakable taste suddenly surged in his heart.

...

At ten o'clock, the reception ends.

Ming Siran took Luo Qiao out of it, and when the wind blew, Luo Qiao's dizzy mind became even more unclear.

She turned to look at the man beside her.

Ming Siran loosened his tie, looked lazy, and noticed her gaze. He stretched out his well-knotted hand and gently touched her head.

Luo Qiao would not work in an instant.

She leaned over, staring at him.

Ming Siran's long eyelashes drooped slightly, peach blossom eyes smiled: "What?"

"I want you to carry me."

Ming Siran almost understood the matter of her becoming a coquettish when she got drunk. He walked up to her and squatted down indulgently. Luo Qiao immediately jumped up, wrapped his hand around his neck, her warm cheeks. Stick it beside his face.

The driver followed them in the car. There were not many people on the road and the temperature was very comfortable.

Luo Qiao put her lips to his ear and whispered: "Tell you a secret."

"Ok?"

"I like you."

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and smiled: "You don't like it."

Luo Qiao continued: "I like you."

He did not speak this time.

Luo Qiao rubbed his face like a kitten: "Really."

Although it was not her true words, Ming Siran had to admit that he was still coaxed by her sweet words. His voice was indulgent: "Then you can tell your brother a few more times."

Luo Qiao circled her hands in a circle, around her mouth, and stretched her tone: "I like you—"

"I especially like you--"

The **** and pleasant low laughter rolled out of the man’s throat. He tilted his head slightly, his voice soft and affectionate: "I like you too."

...

When he got home, Ming Siran took her by the hand and brought her back to the room: "rest early."

Luo Qiao refused to let him go, and reached out and hugged his waist: "Don't go."

Ming Siran couldn't help her.

It's grind when you are awake, and even more grind when you are not awake.

He did not leave, letting her hold it like this.

Luo Qiao hugged him for a while and started to kiss him on tiptoe.

Ming Siran could bear it at first, but he couldn't do it in the back. He turned his head to the side and drew aside, grinning dumbly: "Forgive me, pretty pretty."

The moment Luo Qiao heard such a weak and powerless voice, she felt that her mind was even more unconscious. She swallowed her throat and pushed the man onto her bed with force.

Ming Siran's eyes were so dark that he stared at her with restraint and forbearance. He licked his dry lips and said softly, "Really, you should sleep."

Luo Qiao didn't say a word, staring at his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and moved closer.

Ming Siran's whole body shook, and he raised his head slightly, and a **** muffled sound rolled out of his throat, making the ears feel hot.

"I want to sleep with you." Her lips slowly slipped to his ears and hugged him.

Ming Siran's peachy eyes were thin red, like a magical evildoer, he put his hand on the woman's waist, breathing tightly, and did not answer for a while.

Luo Qiao was still acting coquettishly between his neck: "Good? Good?"

Ming Siran closed his eyes and said, "Not good."

"why not?"

Ming Siran pulled her away and looked at her confused eyes. After two seconds of silence, he slowly answered with a dumb voice: "...you will regret it when you wake up."

Luo Qiao blinked, "I won't regret it."

"..."

Luo Qiao: "Don't you like me?"