Ming Siran reached out and wrapped her slightly messy hair behind her ear, and said slowly: "I like you, but I can't do anything that will make you unhappy." He touched her face: "Otherwise, you wouldn't want me." ”

Luo Qiao hugged his neck and pressed against his forehead: "I won't want you." ”

"Then you promised to fall in love with me, huh?"

Luo Qiao didn't speak for a while.

Ming Siran laughed, refusing to let go even when he was drunk.

He was about to speak, but suddenly heard a very low voice: "No. ”

"I can't fall in love with you."

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

Ming Siran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a drop of moisture fall on his face, raised his head, and met Luo Qiao's eyes with tears in his eyes.

His pupils constricted for a moment.

But before he could react, the next second, Luo Qiao directly held his face and kissed him, the tip of his tongue rampage, because he was drunk and had no scruples.

Ming Siran was thrown on the bed by her, and the string called restraint in his mind suddenly snapped, he closed his eyes, turned against the guest, and pressed her under him violently.

……

Everything was messed up, and Ming Siran heard her call him: "Brother Siran......"

Ming Siran softly snorted.

"I'm so sleepy."

"......" The man paused, and said in a dumb voice, "Don't sleep yet." ”

She seemed to answer, but it didn't take long for Ming Siran to hear her even breathing.

His long eyelashes trembled: "Pretty? ”

Luo Qiao didn't react.

For the first time, Ming Siran experienced what it meant to be worse than death, staring at her crimson face, and rolling lightly in her Adam's apple: "Pretty? ”

The woman didn't move.

“……”

The green tendons on his forehead jumped, and he nudged her, but Luo Qiao seemed to be annoyed by the noise, frowned, and turned her back to him directly.

The air was quiet, and Ming Siran closed her eyes and calmed down for more than ten seconds before she got up and took the quilt to cover her.

He looked at her face.

The woman's cheeks were crimson, and there were tear stains in the corners of her eyes.

The phrase I can't fall in love with you sounded again in my head.

After a while, Ming Siran slowly frowned.

What do you mean no......

Early the next morning.

Luo Qiao woke up, rubbed his head that hurt a little, and his eyes slowly fell on the man sitting on the sofa.

He rested his head on his hands, his long legs slightly bent, and fell asleep.

Luo Qiao slowly got off the bed, dragged a blanket, and lightly put it on him.

She looked at him twice, and was just about to leave, when suddenly her wrist tightened and she was buckled.

Luo Qiao turned around and saw Ming Siran slowly open his eyes.

His gaze was pitch black and deep, and some people were afraid to look at it directly.

After a moment, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and his voice was lazy: "Morning." ”

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

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Luo Qiao scratched her head: "It's okay." ”

Ming Siran looked at her with a dangerous look in his eyes: "Yes, my brother didn't sleep well at all." ”

Scenes from last night rolled in front of her eyes, including the one where she fell asleep.

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

She coughed lightly, and was just about to divert the topic, when she heard him ask slowly: "What do you mean, can you fall in love with me?" ”

Luo Qiao's eyes flashed: "Huh? ”

The man looked at her and didn't speak.

Luo Qiao smiled dryly: "Did I say it?" Without waiting for him to answer, she pulled his hand away and walked to the bathroom: "I don't remember." ”

The man followed her, leaning against the doorway, his eyes falling on her face.

There is scrutiny and scrutiny in the gaze.