Luo Qiao nested in the house to play games, and when she was almost sleepy, she took out her mobile phone and looked at it, it was 2:15 in the morning.

She washed her face coldly, sobered up for a moment, and then sneaked upstairs.

She knew the layout of her room all too well, and she could find a place with her eyes closed.

Softly opening the door and entering, she held her breath and went to the bedside table to look for her purse.

Generally speaking...... Her ex-boyfriend would leave these things here......

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Luo Qiao felt empty.

“……”

It seems that a few years have passed, and her ex-boyfriend's habits have changed.

Luo Qiao had to give up and find another place instead.

The bedside table, the clothes he wore yesterday, the chairs on the table, and even the carpet Luo Qiao groped, and then he still couldn't find it.

Luo Qiao: "......" a wallet is also worth hiding!

Luo Qiao sneaked onto the bed, lifted one of his pillows, no, and put his hand under the other pillow......

The room was dim, and she could feel the man's temperature and the sound of his breathing.

Ming Siran did drink wine, and he could still smell the faint smell of wine on his body after taking a bath, Luo Qiao moved more lightly, at this time her fingertips touched a corner, obviously a wallet, she was suddenly happy, and when she was about to pull it out, the man on the bed suddenly turned over.

Luo Qiao tensed up for a moment, and he didn't dare to breathe, and when he calmed down, he gently pinched his wallet with his two fingers and slowly pulled it out.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

However, just as she was about to pull out her purse, her hand was suddenly held down!

Luo Qiao was startled and opened her eyes wide.

Ming Siran snapped and turned on the bedside lamp, her eyes swept over her frozen face, a pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she was full of sexiness: "Why did you run to my bed in the middle of the night?" Well? ”

Before Luo Qiao could speak, he said slowly: "Want to sleep with me?" ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

Luo Qiao pursed her lips and looked at him: "Where's my card?" ”

She wanted to pull out her hand, but Ming Siran held on, his gaze was fixed on her face, not moving at all, that naked and straightforward look made Luo Qiao inexplicably flustered.

Seeing that she didn't dare to look at him, Ming Siran chuckled, clasped her wrist with one hand, touched under the pillow with the other, and took out her wallet.

Luo Qiao immediately reached out and grabbed it.

He stepped aside, raised his eyebrows, and said in a loose voice: "A card kiss." ”

“……”

Seeing that she didn't speak, he continued slowly: "Twice." ”

Luo Qiao simply didn't even want the card: "You let go, I'm going back!" ”

Ming Siran lazily leaned on the head of the bed, lowered his eyes at her, hooked his lips and smiled: "It's okay if you don't kiss, sleep with me tonight." ”

"Ming Siran!"

"Brother is here." He squinted lazily, licked his lips, and looked at her with a soft chuckle: "Why do you always call me?" ”

“……”

Luo Qiao couldn't walk, he couldn't hold the card, and his face was red with anger.

Ming Siran lay down comfortably and patted his chest: "Come over to my brother's arms." ”

“……”

Luo Qiao didn't move.

Ming Siran didn't mind, holding her hand and gently rubbing the back of her hand, as if she could play with her hand for a year.

Luo Qiao: "......"

Time passed minute by minute, Ming Siran turned off the bedside lamp, and the room fell into darkness.

Luo Qiao sat on the bed so that his legs were numb, and he was so angry that he hammered his arm, and finally closed his eyes and lay down beside him.