Chapter 415: My pretty (2/2)
Hearing this sentence in his ears, he didn't know why, and suddenly Luo Qiao felt a little soft.
She took off the mask, her voice softened unconsciously: ”Then... if you are drunk, go to bed early.”
He heard these words and did not say anything for a while.
Luo Qiao glanced at the phone and the call was still going on. She thought he was tired and fell asleep, so she wanted to hang up the call. As soon as she put her hand to the hang up position, she heard a noise over there, very low. One sentence: ”You don't take the initiative to like me...”
Luo Qiao's movements suddenly stopped, and some of him did not react to his words for a while, and subconsciously said: ”What?”
Ming Siran's voice was vague, as if she was far away, ”...I don't want to call me.”
Luo Qiao was slightly stunned.
After she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but said, ”I don't want to.”
She just thought he would be tired, she didn't want him to be so tired.
It can be said that he hummed lowly, that kind of disdainful and somewhat proud hum, as if she was saying something ridiculous.
Luo Qiao: ”...”
She took a breath, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at the phone, feeling a bit strange in her heart.
She wanted to laugh a little, but also a little itchy.
She really... rarely saw him show such a side.
The usual Ming Siran is always a lazy appearance, most of the time he is just making her happy, but he rarely loses his attitude. From acquaintance, to love, to the present, what was shown to her seemed to be the perfect side, but now he inexplicably gave Luo Qiao a feeling that he was very bullied.
He seems to be complaining about her...
Luo Qiao pursed her lips, feeling a little itchy, ”Siran?”
At first, he ignored her.
Luo Qiao continued to call his name: ”Siran?”
He then answered her lazily: ”Yeah.”
”Let's video.”
”...”
Luo Qiao's tone was a bit close to a coaxing feeling: ”Good?”
Ming Siran slowly opened his eyelids.
And over there, Luo Qiao could not wait to dial him a video call.
After more than ten seconds, the phone was connected slowly.
At first, the picture was a little blurry, and after a while, Luo Qiao saw Ming Siran's face.
His hair is a bit messy, maybe because he was lying on the bed just now, a shallow mark was pressed out on a white face.
The pitch-black pupils with no variegated color fixedly looked at the camera, expressionless.
Luo Qiao looked at him like this, inexplicably wanting to laugh, her tone lightened: ”What are you doing now?”
Ming Siran: ”Video with you.”
Luo Qiao wanted to laugh even more. His serious tone... she moved her fingers and couldn't help recording this video call.
I always think this picture will be precious in the future.
After Luo Qiao finished these operations, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and ask him: ”Siran...Are you very dissatisfied with me?”
Ming Siran had beautiful and delicate peach eyes. He stared at the white woman in the lens, his apple was rolled gently, and he said, ”No.”
”But you just said that I don't actively like you.”
Ming Siran: ”What I said is the truth.”
Luo Qiaowen said: ”Then what should I do so that you think I am taking the initiative?”
Her words fell, and Ming Siran was silent over there. He lowered his eyes and didn't make a sound for a while. From the shooting angle, he could see that his slender eyelashes were even longer than hers.