Chapter 385： Compounded?

First the lower lip, then his upper lip, gently rubbing slowly, it seems that Ming Siran hasn't responded, and Luo Qiao opened his eyes slowly after kissing him for a while.

The man lowered his eyes and constricted the light in his eyes, revealing a different kind of sexy.

Luo Qiao watched him let her do whatever she wanted. She licked her lower lip, her unconscious movement made Ming Siran's eyes darker.

Breathing intertwined, Luo Qiao put her hand on his neck and gently touched his neck.

Obviously he understood what her gesture meant, but Ming Siran deliberately pretended not to know, staring at her with a scorching gaze, approaching her calmly, his voice low and dumb: "What's the matter?"

There was a thin distance between lips and lips that seemed to be only a piece of paper. Luo Qiao almost brushed his eyelashes over his face, and said softly, "Ming Siran..."

He squinted at her, only after a while, she could hear his low **** laugh: "Huh?"

Luo Qiao's voice was faint and very small, "You..." She paused before saying to him: "Move it up."

Move, where to move.

Ming Siran's throat overflowed with a low smile, looked at her, and asked after a few seconds: "Don't you know."

"..."

He looked at her face suddenly flushed after this sentence, and said slowly: "I taught you before."

Each of his words hit her heart precisely, causing an uncontrollable itch in her heart.

Luo Qiao couldn't help squeezing the clothes on the back of his neck.

After teaching these two words, they suddenly pulled out their past memories, and some fragmentary pictures ran into his mind, stimulating Luo Qiao's nerves.

But now it is not a question of whether or not.

But he prefers to spend time in his spare time, as if she would do something since she took the initiative to seek peace.

Under his gaze, Luo Qiao took the initiative to approach for a while, the roots of her ears were red, and her voice was already weakly close to her voice when he reached him: "Then open your mouth."

...

After pressing it again, his lips and teeth touched, and for a moment, he clearly felt the tightness of the man's body.

His hand fell to her waist, Luo Qiao jumped up the clothes on her waist because of the movement of climbing on his neck, and the dry and warm fingers fell on her delicate skin, the force he put on her waist Suddenly tightened a bit.

There seemed to be wind passing through the hotel corridor, Ming Siran felt Luo Qiao coldly shrank, she was wearing less, Ming Siran held her with one hand, put one hand on the door handle, and opened the door , Stepped back, reluctant to part, kissed, and returned to the room with her.

The door closed gently.

...

The next day, due to Ming Siran's body, the originally scheduled return trip was temporarily postponed.

In the morning, in the restaurant.

Early in the morning, everyone didn’t have any desire to talk. There were all kinds of food on the table. Ming Siran was still the last one to come. He was a little lazy. Wu Xia glanced at him: "How come Brother Siran comes out? Up?"

It was originally intended to be taken to the room for him later.

Ming Siran hummed, took the chair away, and sat down. She glanced over the woman who bowed her head while eating and didn't look at him. Her lips twitched: "I feel good today."

Wu Xia didn't understand how she felt better when she was sick.

Luo Qiao: "..."

Luo Zelan raised his eyes and looked at him more when he heard the words.

Although Ming Siran's face was slightly paler, and he was indeed in good spirits, he still had a terrible pain last night. At this moment, looking at the table full of things, he has no appetite.

Wu Xia just wanted to ask him what he wanted to eat, but before she opened her mouth, she saw a thin white porcelain bowl containing hot porridge gently placed in front of Ming Siran.

The woman retracted her hand, still lowered her head to eat, and looked complacent.

The two who caught a glimpse of this scene.

Witch;? ? ?

Rui Ze:? ? ?

The two looked at her together.

Although Luo Zelan was not as surprised as they were, he raised his eyebrows, leaning back, and his expression was more meaningful.

Ming Siran, who didn't want to eat anything, glanced at the porridge placed in front of him, his lips twitched, and he sat upright, lowered his eyes and took the spoon.

The three of them who could clearly feel the difference between the two of them, stared at them directly at the moment without moving.

In the extreme silence, Ming Siran lowered his eyes and chuckled.

Luo Qiao, who was stared the most, couldn't help it any more. She raised her head directly, staring at them with black and white eyes, fiercely: "What are you looking at!"

Rui Ze: "...I think you should know what we are looking at."

"..."

Wu Xia glanced at Ming Siran, who was clearly in a good mood, and then asked vigilantly: "Why are you so good to Brother Siran suddenly? What are you going to do to him? Or did I finally find out with my conscience?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

She really wanted to sew his mouth.

Among them, Luo Zelan didn't raise his eyelids, and wrote lightly: "Recombined?"

As soon as these words fell, Wu Xia Ruize suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Really?"

When Luo Qiao heard the words, she raised her eyes subconsciously and glanced at the man, just in time to meet his dark gaze.

He stared at her as if he was waiting to hear her next answer.

Luo Qiao's eyelashes moved, and he was thinking about what to say, but maybe it was a long time to wait, so he retracted his gaze and lowered his eyelashes without expecting anything.

Her eyelids jumped suddenly.

It happened that Wu Xia asked again at this time: "Is it really pretty?"

"..."

Luo Qiao moved her lips and admitted: "...Yes."

There was a noticeable change in the air all at once. Ming Siran paused with the spoon's hand and raised his head.

Wu Xia Ruize suddenly stretched their voices: "Oh—"

Luo Qiao was made by them...

Seeing Ming Siran's peachy eyes slowly bursting into laughter, he felt it worth it.

She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Zelan, who was watching with cold eyes, looked at Ming Siran, and then at Luo Qiao, who had obviously begun to pay attention to Ming Siran’s emotions, suddenly felt that this scene was really **** familiar.

It's like going back to the time when I discovered that these two were just in love.

Once Ming Siran grasped the advantage, he was not willing to let himself suffer.

He glanced at the scheming vixen Luo Qiao secretly.

Luo Zelan leaned back, twisted his eyebrows, and snorted.

He is about to get upset.

...

After eating, a few people left. Luo Qiao ate a bit slowly today, and Ming Siran was waiting for her.

He propped his head and stared at her with his dark eyes.

Luo Qiao couldn't help putting down her chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat it?" He smiled and asked when he saw it.

"..."

He looked at her so, how could she eat it.