Luo Qiao was stunned, and then tried to break free, but he was even more presumptuous, his hand fell on the back of her head, pressed her tightly, and the tip of his tongue drove straight in, breaking into her mouth.

She was stunned for a moment, and then her spine was filled with a crispy numb feeling, like being splashed with warm water in waves, an indescribable experience.

There was a man's breath all around him, seeing that she was no longer struggling, he slowed down his movements and kissed her more gently, but this feeling seemed to be more abrasive, Luo Qiao's slightly pale face was dyed crimson, the struggling hand didn't know what hand fell on his shoulder, the thin white fingers clutched his shirt, and his breathing was completely messed up.

……

After a long time, Ming Siran let her go, but he didn't leave completely, keeping a very close distance from her, and a pair of peach blossom eyes as gentle as water looked at her.

"Pretty ......"

Every sound he made seemed to be screaming in her heart, and Luo Qiao couldn't help but close her eyes.

Ming Siran's demeanor was gentle and strong, and he rubbed her gently: "Be with me, huh?" ”

Luo Qiao used all her strength, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "...... No. ”

As soon as the words fell, he continued to kiss them, more gentle and longer than just now.

"Stay with me."

Luo Qiao's breathing was unsteady, don't overdo it: "No......"

He continued to kiss and simply hugged her into his arms, his breath burning: "With me? ”

Luo Qiao simply stopped talking this time and closed her mouth tightly.

She couldn't help but chuckle and peck her in the jaw.

The rhythm of everything was controlled by him, and Luo Qiao was held in his arms, and her brain was a little messy.

Finally, she heard him whisper in a low and soft voice, "I love you, pretty guy." ”

Luo clenched his fingers suddenly.

The heaviest confession got into her ears like this, and the gentle and amorous man said such things to her without reservation.

Luo Qiao's heart was touched like this, and an indescribable feeling swept through his body.

Time flowed slowly in the room, and after a while, Ming Siran put Luo Qiao down, and he stood at the head of the bed, looking at her.

Luo Qiao was already lying down.

He looked at her for a moment, then reached out and stroked her hair.

The voice was soft: "Sleep." ”

……

This weekend, there was a grand awards ceremony, and Luo Qiao was invited very early.

"Do you have to go?"

In the ward, Luo Zelan stood there, frowning, looking displeased: "You need to rest now." ”

"I'm fine."

Luo Qiao came out of the changing room, her sick face faded, she put on light makeup, and her dress was bright and beautiful, from top to bottom, everything was not exquisite.

Luo Qiao picked up the handbag, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and she squinted when she thought of what she saw on the information.

Besides, she still has someone to clean up, how can she be low for too long.

"Brother, I'm leaving."

Luo Zelan frowned and stepped forward with long legs: "I'll let someone send you." ”

And when Luo Qiao just stepped out of the ward, a video was posted on the Internet.

This video spread by 10 and 100, and quickly fermented on the Internet.

The woman in the video has her hair disheveled, she is full of embarrassment, her screams are piercing, and her state is very abnormal.

Netizens were shocked when they saw this video.

【？？ What do I see? 】

[This is the ...... My pretty sister? 】

【Heavenly !! 】

[What kind of earth-shattering revelation is this, what's going on? What's wrong with my pretty sister? 】

【…… Do you feel a little scary? 】