Chapter 495： Dear, try next time?

Luo Qiao: "..."

Ming Siran put his slender and white fingers on the tie, hooked it lightly, and pulled it away. With a lazy tone, he raised his eyes and looked at her: "My dear, try next time?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

She immediately screwed him, Ming Siran chuckled her hand with a chuckle, squeezed her palm, and leaned over to kiss her.

This kiss is a bit uncontrollable.

Ming Siran pushed her against the wall, Luo Qiao hooked his neck, and his legs were a little soft after a deep kiss.

When she parted, she was flushed, panting lightly, her black and white eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, her eyes moved slightly, she swallowed her throat and began to praise him: "Wow, brother Siran, you It's a shame that only I know the textbook-level kissing skills!"

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and looked gentle and sexy. Hearing this, he reached out and flicked her forehead, "What nonsense."

Luo Qiao covered her head and screamed, "It hurts."

Ming Siran slid her hand down, held her slender wrist, and said blankly: "Let's go, that brother will show you the textbook level bed skills."

Luo Qiao: "..."

She immediately grabbed him and said hurriedly: "Wait, wait..."

Ming Siran turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"

"There is something else!"

"What's the matter?" He looked at her up and down, humming lightly, and said casually: "I thought you can't wait to dress like this. Okay, brother just can relax for a while."

Luo Qiao is really going to be mad at him: "Ming Siran!!"

The man heard that she didn't want it, and walked past her towards the living room, lazily saying: "Here~"

When he walked to the living room, his footsteps stopped slightly, and he turned his head, his handsome brows raised slightly, with a smile: "Let's talk, what did you do wrong?"

Luo Qiao's little heart jumped instantly, and she forced her composure: "What, what?"

Ming Siran glanced at the sumptuous dinner at the table: "If it wasn't for something serious, can I get this treatment?"

Luo Qiao immediately retorted: "...Nothing is alright!"

Ming Siran didn't believe it. After washing his hands, he walked over, took a chair and sat down, behaving gracefully and calmly: "Say, as long as it is not for empathy, your dear can forgive you."

Luo Qiao took off her apron, hugged him from behind, kissed him sideways and pecked: "No, I do this because I like you." She stretched her tone: "I like you very much. ..."

Ming Siran chuckled lightly, and was particularly coaxed by her words: "Say a few more words."

"Brother Siran."

"Ok?"

"Why are you so good?"

Ming Siran took her hand and prevented her from massaging him. He lowered her eyes and kissed her fingertips, let her sit down and raised her eyes with a smile: "Really."

He prevented her from serving him smoothly and naturally, and the cherishment of her seemed to be carved in his bones.

Luo Qiao was almost fainted by his gentle little details, Su leaned over and kissed him on the chin, and said with a smile: "I really love you so much."

Ming Siran smiled, "Okay, sit down and eat."

During the meal, Luo Qiao glanced at Ming Siran, and while eating, she asked casually, "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"tomorrow?"

Ming Siran paused with the knife and fork in his hand and raised his eyes: "What's the matter, something?"