Chương 198: Gentle

His eyes darkened and he was about to look away when he heard her voice suddenly rise."What did you just say?"

Luo Qiao shot to her feet. wait here. I'll be right there! she said.

After hanging up the phone, she hurriedly got up and ran to the bedroom. However, she slipped from her slippers and fell to the ground.

She cried out in pain and almost cried.

Ming Siran's eyebrows twitched, and he strode over to pick her up from the ground, his face tensed. "Where are you hurt?"

Luo Qiao's eyes reddened from the pain and she looked at him pitifully. "Kneecutsu kneecutsu"

Ming Siran put her down on the sofa and knelt on one knee, frowning. He held her ankle and lifted it up slightly, staring at her expression."Does it hurt?"

Luo Qiao shook her head.

Ming Siran furrowed his brows. thank God he didn't hurt his bones. he muttered.

However, there was a large bruise on his knee, and he looked a little scary.

He got up to get some ice. Luo Qiao was most afraid of pain, so she grabbed his shirt with her fair fingers and said, " "Be gentler, Yingluo."

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

Under the warm light, the man's nose bridge was high, his eyebrows were like a painting, and his eyes were serious.

Luo Qiao's gaze slowly moved from her knees to Ming Siran's body. The man's peach-shaped eyes were slightly raised, his eyelashes were long, and the lines of his face were smooth and perfect.

Seeing that she was silent, Ming Siran frowned and looked up. "Does it hurt?"

Luo Qiao's eyes met his, and her ears heated up. She looked away uneasily."Yes."

His movements were even gentler. His dry and warm fingers pinched her calf, as if he was afraid that she would hurt, and he subconsciously rubbed it to comfort her.

The itchiness spread from her lower leg to her heart. She moved uneasily, trying to avoid it, but he pressed her down and whispered, " "Don't move,"

Luo Qiao's fingers clenched tightly onto the pillow beneath her. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

After a while, Luo Qiao felt a little cold and said, " "Alright, that's enough."

it's fine. Ming Siran did not even raise his head. I need to apply it for twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes? Her legs would be numb from the cold.

"I don't want it, it doesn't hurt anymore," Luo Qiao said.

He looked down and ignored her, so Luo Qiao couldn't help but kick him.

The woman's snow-white toes landed on his body gently, with a coquettish tone that she didn't even notice.

She probably didn't know how seductive this action was to men. Besides, she was only wearing a bathrobe.

Her slender and straight legs stretched out seductively, and her bathrobe was slightly open.

Ming Siran only took a glance, and his eyes instantly darkened.

Luo Qiao had just painted her nails. The pink color made her feet look exquisite and delicate, as if she could wrap them with one hand.

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

He ignored her, so she continued to kick him lightly, " "Ming Siran,"

Her coquettish tone had a bewitching tone, challenging his nerves again and again.

Ming Siran's Adam's apple bobbed and his eyes darkened.

Luo Qiao puffed up her cheeks and was about to continue speaking when she felt her ankle being grabbed by someone. The man's fingertips were hot and he looked at her with a dark and unpredictable gaze."Stop it, okay?"

His deep gaze made her feel an inexplicable sense of danger. Luo Qiao stared at him and her toes curled up.

The living room was exceptionally quiet. Ming Siran's gaze slowly moved from her face to her hand. The woman's ankle was slender and delicate, and there was a thin anklet wrapped around it. It looked a little lustful.

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