His eyes were slightly deep, and just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he heard her voice suddenly rise: "What did you say!" ”

Luo Qiao stood up suddenly: "You wait, I'll go over!" ”

Hanging up the phone, she hurriedly got up, and ran to the bedroom in a hurry, but she didn't prevent the slippers from slipping under her feet, and the whole person fell to the ground.

She screamed in pain and almost cried.

Ming Siran's eyebrows jumped, and he strode over to pick her up from the ground, his face was tense: "Where is the injury?" ”

Luo Qiao's eyes were red in pain, and she looked at him pitifully: "Knee ...... Knee ......"

Ming Siran put her on the sofa, half-knelt on the ground, frowned, held her ankle with his hand and lifted it up, staring at her expression: "Does it hurt?" ”

Luo Qiao shook her head.

Ming Siran wrinkled his brows: "Fortunately, it didn't hurt the bones." ”

But the knee was bruised and looked a little scary.

He got up and went to get the ice cubes, Luo Qiao was most afraid of pain, and his thin white fingers grabbed his shirt: "You light it ......."

Ming Siran hummed and lowered her eyes to give her a cold compress.

In the warm light, the bridge of the man's nose is high, his eyebrows are picturesque, and there is seriousness written in his eyes.

Luo Qiao's gaze slowly fell from his knees to Ming Siran's body, the man's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, his eyelashes were very long, and his face lines were smooth, and he was perfect everywhere.

Seeing that she was silent, Ming Siran frowned and raised her eyes: "It hurts? ”

Luo Qiao's gaze collided with his, his ears were hot, and he couldn't open his eyes: "Hmm." ”

He moved more lightly, his dry and warm fingers pinching her calves, as if he was afraid of her pain, and rubbed gently unconsciously.

This itch has been spreading from her calf to Luo Qiao's heart, she moved uncomfortably, trying to avoid it, but he held it down and said in a low voice: "Don't move." ”

Luo Qiao's fingers grabbed the pillow under his hand, pursed his lips, and didn't speak.

After applying the cold compress for a while, Luo Qiao felt a little cold and said, "Okay, it's okay." ”

Ming Siran didn't raise his head: "It should be applied for twenty minutes." ”

Twenty minutes? Then her legs were going to freeze and she couldn't feel anything.

Luo Qiao: "I don't want to apply it, I don't hurt anymore." ”

He lowered his eyes and ignored him, and Luo Qiao couldn't help but kick him.

The woman's snow-white toes fell on him, gently, with a coquettish tone that even she herself was not aware of.

She probably didn't know how seductive it was for a man, and she was still wearing only a bathrobe.

The slender straight legs extend the lines of seduction, and the bathrobe is slightly open......

Ming Siran only glanced at it, and his eyes instantly became deep and dark.

Luo Qiao had just applied nail polish, and the pink color lined her little feet exquisitely, as if they could be covered with one hand.

After staring at it for two seconds, Ming Siran looked away.

He ignored himself, and Luo Qiao continued to kick him: "Ming Siran." ”

The squeamish tone, with a demagogic meaning, challenged his nerves one by one.

Ming Siran's throat rolled lightly, and his eyes were dark.

Luo Qiao puffed out her face, and was just about to continue talking, but in the next second, she felt that her ankles were being held vigorously, the man's fingertips were hot, and his eyes were unpredictable: "Don't make trouble, huh?" ”

Such deep eyes inexplicably made people feel dangerous, Luo Qiao looked at him, and his toes couldn't help curling up.

The living room was extremely quiet, and Ming Siran's gaze slowly fell from her face to her hands, the woman's ankles were slender and delicate, and there was a thin anklet wrapped around them, looking at the ...... Some desires.