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

She was dumbfounded for a moment, and then there was a numb sensation on her back, like an indescribable experience of being splashed with warm water in waves.

He was surrounded by a man's breath. Seeing that she was no longer struggling, he slowed down and kissed her more gently. However, this feeling seemed to be even more grueling. Luo Qiao's pale face was stained with crimson. , The struggling hand did not know what hand fell on his shoulder, his thin white fingers gripped his shirt tightly, and his breathing was completely messed up.

...

It took a long while for Ming Siran to let her go, but he did not completely leave. He stayed very close to her, with a pair of gentle peach eyes watching her.

"Qiao Qiao..."

Each of his sounds seemed to be in her heart, and Luo Qiao couldn't help closing her eyes.

Ming Siran was gentle and strong, rubbing her gently: "Be with me, eh?"

Luo Qiao exhausted all her strength, and her voice was muted: "...Don't."

As soon as the voice fell, he continued to kiss, more gentle and longer than the previous one.

"be with me."

Luo Qiao's breathing is unstable, don't overdo it: "No..."

He continued to kiss, and simply took her into his arms, with a burning breath: "With me?"

Luo Qiao didn't speak at all this time, and closed her mouth tightly.

Her behavior made him chuckle and peck at her jaw.

All the rhythm is controlled by him, Luo Qiao is held in his arms, and his mind is a little confused.

At the end, she heard him whispered softly: "I love you, pretty."

Luo Qiao clenched her fingers suddenly.

The heaviest confession just got into her ears. The gentle and affectionate man said such words to her without reservation.

Luo Qiao's heart was touched just like this, and an unspeakable feeling swept through her body.

The time in the room was flowing slowly, and after a long while, Ming Siran put Luo Qiao down and he stood by the bedside, watching her.

Luo Qiao was already lying down.

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

The voice was soft: "Go to sleep."

...

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

"Do you have to go?"

In the ward, Luo Zelan stood there with a long body, frowned, and looked unhappy: "You need a good rest now."

"I'm fine."

Luo Qiao came out of the dressing room, her condition faded, she put on light makeup, her dress was bright and beautiful, from top to bottom, everything was exquisite.

Luo Qiao picked up the handbag, her eyelashes drooping slightly, and she squinted her eyes thinking of the content she saw in the document.

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 away from her long legs: "I'll let someone see you off."

When Luo Qiao just stepped out of the ward, a video was posted online.

This video was spread from ten to ten, and quickly fermented on the Internet.

The woman in the video has messy hair, embarrassed, harsh screams, and an abnormal state.

Netizens were surprised when they saw this video.

【? ? What did i see? 】

[This is...my pretty sister? 】

【day! ! ! 】

[What is this shocking news, what's going on? What's wrong with my sister Qiao? 】

[...Does everyone feel a little scary? 】