It meant that she had to respond to him

She heard him walk to the outer room and reach out to open the hotel door.

……

Ming Siran walked out of the room. It was already late at night, and the already quiet hotel corridor was now completely silent. Ming Siran's grip on the door handle loosened, and his fingertips slid off the metal bar. The throbbing pain in his stomach that had just recovered came back again.

He frowned and touched the place where it hurt. He thought about what was going to happen next and his thinking became a little slow.

He was naturally reluctant to give up on Yingying.

However, how could he make her accept him?

Ming Siran thought to himself slowly as he walked forward. The hotel door behind him closed slowly and automatically. Just as it was about to close, he heard hurried and messy footsteps behind him.

Ming Siran's eyelashes fluttered, and before he could turn around, he was pushed forward by the force behind him. He lowered his eyes slightly and saw the woman's fair and slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

The warmth of her body passed through her thin clothes, gradually soothing the discomfort and pain in her body.

Ming Siran's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. His thin lips parted slightly, and his deep and slightly hoarse voice reached her ears."Qiao Qiao, do you know what this means?"

Luo Qiao's head was buried in his back. The man had just taken a shower and he smelled familiar clean and nice.

She heard the man's words but did not answer.

After a few seconds, she felt Ming Siran's fingers on her hand, trying to pull her hand away.

She refused to let him go and continued to hug him tightly.

Ming Siran used some strength, then turned around and looked at her.

His gaze made Luo Qiao turn her face away subconsciously, avoiding eye contact.

What did it mean?

Of course she knew.

It meant that she was no longer in a position to reject him. It meant that she had to respond to him. It meant that she had to treat him as disdainfully as she had three years ago.

His voice lowered a few notches. Qiaoqiao? "

A moment later, he saw Luo Qiao nod her head lightly.

Hence, there was a warmth in Ming Siran's beautiful eyes. He lowered his body slightly and said in a soft voice, " "What should you do now?"

Luo Qiao looked up and met his deep and burning gaze. Her heart started beating wildly.

She clenched her fists and stepped forward. Ming Siran kept his eyes on her, his lowered eyelids looking lazy and sexy.

Until Luo Qiao raised her head and slowly pressed her lips against his.

It was the first time she took the initiative willingly. When their soft lips touched, a slight electric current seemed to run through her body.

Ming Siran lowered his eyes to look at her delicate and petite face. He did not respond, as if he wanted to see how far she could go.

Seeing him like this, Luo Qiao inched closer to him. Her fingers clutched at his clothes involuntarily and her lips pressed against his for two seconds. Then, she tried to suck on his lower lip first.

At that moment, Ming Siran clearly felt his heart shake, as if it had been hit hard by a drum, and then there was a continuous echo.

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes that were watching her were dark and turbulent.

His lips were cool and soft. Luo Qiao opened her mouth slightly, her hands slowly moving up to his neck from his clothes.

In the quiet corridor of the hotel, she kissed him gently, getting closer and touching him bit by bit, provoking his nerves.