Luo Qiao: "............"

Ming Siran's slender and white fingers put on the tie, lightly hooked it, pulled it away, and lifted her eyelids in a lazy and lazy tone: "Honey, try it next time?" ”

Luo Qiao: "............"

She immediately went to screw him, Ming Siran chuckled and grabbed her hand, squeezed her palm, and leaned over to kiss her.

This kiss is a little unbearable.

Ming Siran pressed her against the wall, Luo Qiao hooked his neck, and his legs were a little weak after being kissed by him deeply.

When they parted, her face was flushed, she gasped slightly, 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 Si Ran, it's a pity that only I know your textbook-level kissing skills!" ”

Ming Siran lowered her eyes, looking sexy and sexy, Wen Yan reached out and flicked it on her head, "What nonsense." ”

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

Ming Siran slid his hand down, held her slender wrist, and said expressionlessly: "Let's go, then brother will lead you to feel the textbook-level bed skills again." ”

Luo Qiao: "............"

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

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

"Something else!"

"What's the matter?" He didn't believe it, looked her up and down, snorted lightly, and said casually: "I thought you couldn't wait to dress like this, okay, my brother can just relax for a while." ”

Luo Qiao was really angry with him: "Ming Siran!" ”

When the man heard that she didn't want to, he had already walked past her towards the living room, and said lazily: "Here you are~"

Walking to the living room, his footsteps paused slightly, turned his head, his good-looking eyebrows raised slightly, and he seemed to smile: "Say, what did you do wrong?" ”

Luo Qiaoxiao's heart skipped an instant, and she forced her composure: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

Ming Siran glanced at the sumptuous dinner table: "If something big didn't happen, would I be able to have this treatment?" ”

Luo Qiao immediately retorted: "...... Nothing is good! ”

Ming Siran didn't believe it, walked over after washing his hands, opened his chair and sat down, and behaved elegantly and calmly: "Say it, as long as it's not empathy, don't fall in love, your dear family can forgive you." ”

Luo Qiao took off her apron, hugged him from behind, kissed him on the side of his cheek, and pecked lightly one by one: "No, I did this because I like you." She elongated her voice: "I like you very much......"

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

"Brother Siran."

"Huh?"

"Why are you so good?"

Ming Siran took her hand, stopped her from massaging him, lowered his eyes and kissed her fingertips, let her sit down, and raised her eyes with a smile: "Yes." ”

His movements to prevent her from serving him were smooth and natural, and his cherishing of her seemed to be engraved in his bones.

Luo Qiao was almost stunned by such a gentle little detail as him, 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, he asked as if he was careless, "Are you busy tomorrow?" ”

"Tomorrow?"

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