Chapter 412： ...Then let me check (1/2)

He stared at her, still keeping this posture, did not move, just gave a light hush.

Luo Qiao got close to him, dropped her hand, found his hand, and gently grasped it.

The man's fingers were dry and warm, and there was a feeling of ironing to the touch of the hand. She paused and entangled his fingers.

Ming Siran naturally did not refuse, just looked at her.

Luo Qiao came over, there was still some moist water vapor all over her body, and the faint smell of the shower gel pierced her nose with a little milky smell.

Her soft hair fell down and swept over him.

The distance was not many centimeters, Luo Qiao looked at him with black and white eyes.

Ming Siran looked down at her and asked quietly, ”Have you had dinner?”

Luo Qiao looked at him without speaking.

She felt... he was a little deliberate.

Luo Qiao: ”Ming Siran, how many cigarettes did you just smoke?”

His expression didn't fluctuate, but his thin lips were involuntarily aroused. He was still in this position, and he lazily asked her, ”Why?”

”When did you learn to smoke? Was it the two years we were apart?”

”No.”

”...” Luo Qiao stared at him with black and white eyes, almost leaning into his arms: ”When is that?”

Ming Siran looked at her obsessed with this question and chuckled, ”I didn't smoke.”

Just lit up.

”If you didn't smoke, what did you just hold the cigarette for?” He said this to deceive the ghost.

Ming Siran didn't raise his eyelids, and said in a lazy tone: ”Um... to set off the atmosphere.”

”...”

Seeing her expression, he seemed to find it more interesting, and laughed low.

The low-mellow and pleasant voice tucked people's ears, and the exhaled thin heat swept across the face, bringing out a slight itching.

Luo Qiao stared at his warm and beautiful eyebrows, her lips moved, and she stared at him: ”Really not pumping?”

Ming Siran bends his lips and has a **** voice: ”No.”

Luo Qiao looked at him for a few seconds and said: ”...Then I will check.”

Ming Siran didn't know what she meant from the phrase ‘then let me check’. The next second, he was kissed by the woman who came up.

She kissed his lips first, and then seemed to be dissatisfied with it, and explored deeper.

It seems that he is really checking whether he smokes or not.

Ming Siran stiffened for a moment, and then the dark under his eyes became thick and thick.

His Adam's apple rolled lightly, and his hand fell on her waist. From the beginning, she let her do whatever she wanted. Later, she picked up some sensations. He raised his hand and grabbed the back of her head. He turned against the guest and deepened the kiss.

Luo Qiao had just finished taking a shower and didn't completely dry her hair, she felt the warm and damp temperature on her hands.

Even with a hot flash in my heart.

After an unknown period of time, Luo Qiao separated from him with some difficulty in breathing, buried his head in the position of his heart, calming her emotions, she listened to the man’s heartbeat, which resembled a repeating heartbeat, and slowly stretched out her hand, encircling him. Waist.

Obviously he is a man who looks gentle and lazy, but he can touch his hard abdominal muscles when he touches it.

Luo Qiao touched it, feeling good, and touched it again.