Chapter 382： He got hurt before coming to you

Luo Qiao's face changed, and she walked over a few steps: "Siran!"

Ming Siran heard the sound and opened his eyelids to look at her. He was so painful that even the light in his eyes was dimmed, and there was no strength to support him. He quickly dropped his gaze, Luo Qiao reached out and touched his forehead. With fingers down, his cheeks were cold.

Why did it suddenly hurt like this? It was fine in the morning.

Luo Qiao frowned tightly and helped him to lie down. He didn't have the strength to say anything and let her move.

Soon the doctor rushed over, a series of examinations, Luo Qiao guarded and looked at him, the man closed his eyes and his lips were pale.

When the doctor rolled up his sleeve, Luo Qiao saw the scar on his arm. She was taken aback. What it was, she hadn't left before she left.

Luo Zelan noticed her gaze, looked in her direction, closed his eyes, and lowered his voice: "He was injured before he came to you. He was on his arm and was anxious to find you. He didn't get treatment in time. He got it later. I suffered some sin at that time."

Luo Qiao suddenly remembered that Shen Jikong had blocked the soup for her that day. He lazily said that he had to be stabbed at this time to barely get back a city.

An unspeakable taste suddenly surged in my heart, and that feeling rose up little by little, and gradually overwhelmed her, Luo Qiao's eyes were fixed on his arm, and she did not move for a long time.

The doctor finished the treatment for her and stood up: "The patient is suffering from severe pain caused by sudden stomach cramps. You should take a good rest in the future and don't be too tired."

Busy with company affairs, but also to come to Luo Qiao, and deal with Shen Jikong's company, obviously he was injured and fever is not long ago.

Luo Zelan glanced at Ming Siran, then nodded to the doctor and sent him out.

In the room, Wu Xia Ruize saw Ming Siran stabilized, and wittily gave the place to Luo Qiao.

As they all went out, the room suddenly became quiet.

The curtains were pulled, and there was a thick carpet under his feet. There was no sound when he stepped on it. Luo Qiao walked over, watching Ming Siran, who was sleeping quietly, and sat down by the bed.

He closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes fell into a small shadow, and his eyebrows were still frowned because of the pain, looking at an uncomfortable look.

Slender and white fingers fell on the center of his brows and smoothed his frowning brows gently.

Luo Qiao leaned close to him, looking at his beautiful contoured eyebrows.

At such a close distance, the man's peachy eyes were closed, and he couldn't see the charming smile in his eyes, and the whole person felt a little more alienated.

He had only known her for a few years, and had been in love for a few years. It was no longer a relationship. He didn't need to help her like this.

Luo Qiao stayed by her side. It was late at night, until she was sleepy with her, she lay down on the side of the bed with his smooth profile face in her eyes.

...

Ming Siran woke up in the middle of the night.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the eyes were dim.

There was still the aftertaste of severe pain in the stomach, and the whole person felt a little weak. Ming Siran frowned and moved his fingers. When he thought of turning on the light, he felt warm.

His movements stopped.

Knowing who doesn't need to think about it, a few seconds later, he raised his hand and touched the woman's arm. Her arms were exposed and left out in the middle of the night. At this moment, it felt cold to the touch.

Ming Siran took her over, covered her with a quilt, touched the bedside light switch and turned it on.

The not so bright lights and warm colors make the room a little warmer. Luo Qiao seemed to feel comfortable and turned around, revealing a white and clean face. She looked good when she fell asleep, without the sharpness when she woke up.

Ming Siran looked down at her for a long while, his eyes were quiet, always glued to her face.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched her face, Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled, but did not wake up, Ming Siran's thin lips slowly pursed.

I felt more uncomfortable now because of pain and cold sweat on my body. Ming Siran moved, curled his eyebrows, got up and went to the bathroom. After the shower, I changed my clothes and felt more comfortable.

When she lay down again, the woman leaned into his arms, Ming Siran's body temperature was very comfortable, her head was against his neck, and the heat of her breathing was spilled on the side of his neck.

Ming Siran tilted her head slightly, and she could see her white profile face and beautifully curved lips. Her hair was soft and piled like clouds behind her head. Ming Siran touched her head with the other hand, inserted her fingers into her hair, rubbed it gently, and she hummed twice, which was comfortable.

Luo Qiao stretched out her hand to wrap around his waist naturally, and slipped her hand into his clothes unconsciously. Ming Siran's eyes darkened, but she didn't stop it.

In the end, Luo Qiao stopped when she felt something was wrong. She was asleep, but there is always someone around her who is a little different, especially when she touches his warm body.

She was stiff for a second, but she reacted quickly, pretending to be still awake, retracted her hands, turned over, got out of his arms, and rubbed against the bed.

But before he completely left his range, he was caught off guard and pulled into his arms.

Behind his back was the man's warm chest, his heart beating loudly, passing through his body to her.

The man's voice looked a little hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time, "What do you want to do?"

Luo Qiao felt his breath fall to the side of her neck, and the irresistible tingling sensation suddenly rose from the tail bone and washed her back, and this feeling fell slightly on the back of her neck with his lips. When the protruding joints rise to the highest peak.

In this situation, she should have asked him what he wanted to do.

She reached behind her hand and touched it back, trying to cover her neck.

"This kind of relationship can't last forever, pretty." He didn't pull her hand away, his thin hot breath fell on her fingertips, followed by his lips, soft and soft. The touch was passed over, making her heart tremble, and his dumb voice sounded low and slowly: "I can accept you to postpone the relationship with me, but I don't accept you and don't let me approach you."

He was not talking about physical proximity, Luo Qiao understood.

He was telling her that she was not allowed to exclude him.

Lips slipped down a little bit, with heat, and there was a burst of itching: "You don't want to let me leave you, and you don't want to let me approach you, Qiaoqiao, how can there be such a good thing."

Luo Qiao was so embarrassed by him that she turned her head suddenly, "How can I be!"

But not guarding this distance, she almost touched the tip of her nose, she seemed to be able to kiss him with just a little movement.

Ming Siran's eyes were like ink, staring at Luo Qiao, as if he could see through her heart, and quietly asked, "Then why are you here now."

This feeling of rising suddenly is not an exaggeration to say that it is flustered.

His gaze slipped, slowly falling on her lips, it was an extremely aggressive gaze.