Chapter 288： Help Siran to wipe his hair

Luo Qiaoman turned her head carelessly, and the next second, her confused eyes straightened.

The tall and straight man only wore a bath towel around his waist, his hair was not completely dried, and some drops of water were still dripping.

His soft black hair is slightly long, dark pupils, and white skin. Under the light, he has a kind of gentle and beautiful youth.

Luo Qiao's gaze slowly moved down along the drop of water dripping from his hair, watching it pass through his delicate collarbone, strong chest, beautifully-lined abdominal muscles, **** mermaid line... In the bath towel.

"..."

Her throat moved.

Ming Siran walked towards her without any haste, his eyes fell on her face, in a very gentle tone: "Help Brother Siran wipe his hair?"

Luo Qiao was not awake much at first, so looking at him, her dizzy head became even more unclear. She clicked her chin and replied, "Okay!"

Ming Siran curled his lips and smiled, and his face was smooth and beautiful.

Luo Qiao got out of bed, let him sit down, pressed a soft towel on his head, and wiped his hair.

Ming Siran raised his head slightly, Luo Qiao's fingers drew up the hair on his forehead, revealing his beautiful forehead and eyebrows.

The man stared at her, his pupils dark.

Luo Qiao looked at it, threw the towel aside, picked up his face, and kissed it.

Ming Siran overflowed with a low laughter from her lips, which was so **** that she hooked her ears. Luo Qiao instantly felt that the small flame in her heart was burning more vigorously, and she threw the man directly on the bed!

Ming Siran: Wow~~

Luo Qiao hugged Ming Siran and gnawed randomly. The man was itchy by her, and occasionally turned her face to a sullen smile, and the temperature in the room gradually increased.

After a while, Luo Qiao suddenly raised her head, frowned, her face changed a little.

Ming Siran's eyes were dyed thin red, looking at her, her voice was dumb and sexy: "What's the matter?"

Luo Qiao didn't say a word, and calmed down for a while, feeling like she was better again.

She patted her chest and said to him: "It's okay... Let's continue..."

After speaking, she was about to move forward, but before she got close to the man, her head suddenly shifted to the side.

Ming Siran was stunned, "Qiao Qiao?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Luo Qiao's heart-piercing cry: "Oh..."

Ming Siran: "..."

He closed his eyes, "Pretty..."

Luo Qiao: "Oh..."

Surrounded by silence, Luo Qiao grabbed the edge of the bed, ignoring the man on the bed that was too much to get up, and vomited into darkness.

...

After clearing the marks on the floor, the woman on the bed took the woman to the bathroom to wash and changed her clothes. Ming Siran walked out holding the sleepy Luo Qiao.

Luo Qiao blushed and hooked his neck, still calling him softly: "Brother Siran..."

Ming Siran put her on the bed, covered her with a soft and clean quilt, and kissed her on the forehead: "Hey, go to sleep."

Luo Qiao closed her eyes, her eyelashes dropped a small shadow, her face was quiet.

Ming Siran looked at her tenderly, then lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the ring she gave him.

A circle of silver-white rings, worn on a man's slender and fair hands, is particularly pleasing to the eye.

He rubbed it lightly, curled his lips and smiled.

...

The next day, Luo Qiao woke up from the big bed. She rolled over, rolled into the man's arms and nudged comfortably.

After rubbing, she realized that something was wrong and opened her eyes suddenly.

The man closed his eyes, and from her angle, he could see his beautiful jaw line.