Chapter 214： What is it, can’t fall in love with me

Ming Siran stretched out her hand to wrap her slightly messy hair behind her ears, and slowly said: "I like you, but I can't do things that make you unhappy." He touched her face: "Otherwise you It won't want me anymore."

Luo Qiao hugged his neck and touched his forehead: "I won't want you."

"Then you promise to fall in love with me, eh?"

Luo Qiao didn't speak for a while.

Ming Siran smiled, not even letting go when he was drunk.

He was about to speak, but suddenly heard a very low voice: "No."

"I can't fall in love with you."

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Ming Siran was taken aback, suddenly felt a drop of moisture on his face, raised his head, and met Luo Qiao's tearful eyes.

His pupils shrank instantly.

But before he could react, Luo Qiao directly held his face and kissed him in the next second, slamming the tip of his tongue, because he was drunk and had no scruples.

Ming Siran was thrown onto the bed by her, and the string in his mind called restraint broke suddenly. He closed his eyes and turned his back on the subject, slamming her under him.

...

Everything was messed up, Ming Siran heard her call him: "Brother Siran..."

Ming Siran said softly.

"IM so tired."

"..." The man paused and said in a dumb voice, "Don't sleep first."

She seemed to respond, but it didn't take long for Ming Siran to hear her even breathing.

His long eyelashes trembled: "Qiao Qiao?"

Luo Qiao did not respond.

For the first time, Ming Siran realized what it means to be better than death, staring at her blushing face, his Adam's apple rolled gently: "Pretty?"

The woman did not move.

"..."

The blue veins on her forehead jumped, he nudged her, but Luo Qiao seemed to be annoyed by the quarrel, frowned, and turned her back to him.

The air was quiet, Ming Siran closed his eyes and calmed down for more than ten seconds before he got up and took the quilt to cover her.

He looked at her face.

The woman's cheeks were flushed, and the corners of her eyes still had tears.

The sentence in my mind that I cannot fall in love with you resounded again.

After a while, Ming Siran frowned slowly.

What do you mean...

Early the next morning.

Luo Qiao woke up, rubbed her aching head, slowly falling to the man sitting on the sofa.

He fell asleep with his head on his hands and long legs slightly bent.

Luo Qiao slowly got off the bed, pulled a blanket, and lightly put it on him.

She glanced at him twice, just about to leave, suddenly her wrist tightened and was clasped.

Luo Qiao turned her head and saw Ming Siran slowly opening her eyes.

His eyes are dark and deep, and some people dare not look directly.

After a while, the corners of his lips lightly curled, and his voice was lazy: "Morning."

Luo Qiao: "Morning..."

"Slept well last night?"

Luo Qiao scratched her head: "It's okay."

Ming Siran looked at her with dangerous eyes: "Is that right, my brother didn't sleep well at all."

The scenes of last night rolled before my eyes, including the incident that she fell asleep.

Luo Qiao momentarily: "..."

She gave a light cough, and just about to change the subject, she heard him ask again slowly: "What is it, can't you fall in love with me?"

Luo Qiao's eyes flashed: "Huh?"

The man looked at her without speaking.

Luo Qiao smiled dryly: "Did I say it?" Without waiting for him to answer, she took his hand away and walked to the bathroom: "I don't remember."

The man followed her, leaning against the door, his eyes falling on her face.

Eyes contain scrutiny and scrutiny.