Chapter 384： Means she wants to respond to him

She heard him walking outside, reaching out and opening the hotel door.

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Ming Siran walked out of the room. It was already late at night. There was no sound at this moment in the originally quiet hotel corridor. The fingers of Ming Siran holding the doorknob gradually loosened, and the fingertips slipped off the metal rod. , The cramps in the stomach that had just improved came again.

His brows were frowning, his hands pressed against the painful place, thinking about the next thing, his thinking became a little slow.

Give up... Naturally it is reluctant.

It's just, how can she accept herself.

Ming Siran thought slowly, walking forward, the hotel door behind him slowly closed automatically, and at the moment when it was about to close, there was a sudden and somewhat messy footstep behind him.

Ming Siran's eyelashes trembled, and before turning his head back, he was leaned forward by the force rushing up behind him. He lowered his eyes slightly and saw the woman's white and slender arms tightly looped around his waist.

The temperature on her body is transmitted through the thin clothes, gradually soothing the discomfort and pain on her body.

Ming Siran's Adam's apple was rolled up and down gently, his thin lips lightly opened, and a low and slightly hoarse voice passed to her ears: "Qiaoqiao, do you know what this means?"

Luo Qiao's head was buried behind his back. The man had just finished taking a shower, and his body smelled clean and familiar.

She heard the man's words and did not answer.

Within a few seconds, she felt Ming Siran's finger fall on her hand, and she wanted to pull her hand away.

She refused, still holding her tightly.

Ming Siran used a bit of strength, and then turned around, his eyes falling on her.

The look in his eyes made Luo Qiao look away from him without realizing it.

What it means.

Of course she knew it.

It means that she has no position to reject him, it means she has to respond to him, it means she has to treat him like three years ago.

His voice was a little lower, "Pretty?"

After a while, Luo Qiao nodded lightly.

As a result, Ming Siran's beautiful eyes became warmer, he lowered his body slightly, and his voice was soft and soft: "Then what should you do now?"

Luo Qiao raised her head and met his deep and scorching gaze, her heart beat out of rhythm.

She curled her fingers on her side lightly, and then stepped forward. Ming Siran always looked at her, with his eyelids down, lazy and sexy.

Until Luo Qiao raised her head, slowly, her lips were printed on his lips.

The first time I took the initiative willingly, when the two soft lips touched together, there seemed to be a slight electric current across the body for an instant.

Ming Siran looked down at her delicate and small face, and did not respond, as if to see how much she could do.

With him like this, Luo Qiao moved closer to him again, her fingers involuntarily grabbed his clothes, and after pressing her lips for two seconds, she tentatively held his lower lip first.

At this moment, Ming Siran clearly felt the position of his heart shake, as if he had been struck hard with a drumstick, followed by a continuous aftertaste.

The man's Adam's apple rolled lightly, and his eyes looked dark and turbulent.

Ming Siran's lips were cool and soft, and Luo Qiao opened her mouth slightly, from clutching his clothes to slowly climbing on his neck.

In the quiet hotel corridor, she kissed him lightly, approaching and fighting bit by bit, stirring his nerves.