The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 111 Fingers
In the darkness, Rong Jing touched, kissed and left again, competing with himself.

Rong Jing was immersed in tenderness, gradually.When he felt Su Luo begin to respond, he was startled, swallowed his saliva, stared closely at Su Luo's closed eyes, and his palms began to sweat.

Xiaoluo her...

Just when Rong Jing felt guilty and anxious, Su Luo suddenly moved her lips and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible:
"Rong Jing...Rong Jing..."

She still closed her eyes and called his name in her dream. Rong Jing's long eyelashes twitched, and for no reason, she felt great joy in her heart.

Xiaoluo her, did she also dream about him?Then there was another burst of chaos.

What should I do? Will she feel disgusted when she wakes up because he forced himself on her?It hasn’t happened yet though.

What if she believed him, regarded him as a beast, and started to alienate him?
In case she doesn't believe it, just think of it as a beautiful dream...

When Rong Jing thought about this possibility, his heart trembled.

However, before she could discern the deeper reasons, Su Luo began to mutter again and again:

"Rong Jing...the pearls are so soft, pearl milk tea...milk tea...I still want to drink it...don't take it away..."

Rong Jing's face froze.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the inexplicable joy in his heart disappeared.

This girl is really...

Rong Jing crossed his arms and leaned on the back of the chair, staring at Su Luo who seemed to be sleeping soundly and unaware of anything, feeling inexplicably unhappy.

In order to distract himself, he went to drink another glass of water, but he was still feeling depressed. He suddenly turned back to look at the person on the bed, strode over, reached out and pinched her nose.

Breathing hard, Su Luo felt it was time, so she slowly woke up, her vision changed from blurry to clear, and she met a pair of dark and deep black pupils, with unpredictable undercurrents flowing in them.

Su Luo blinked, with an innocent look on her face:
"Professor, what's wrong with me?"

As she spoke, she rubbed her forehead, her fingertips touched a circle of bandages, her head moved, and her vision was really dizzy.

Rong Jing hurriedly held her hand to prevent her from touching it, and his voice returned to seriousness:
"The vase hit your head and caused a bulge. Although it's not serious, you should stay in the hospital for observation for one day just to be on the safe side."

"I do not want."

Su Luo pouted, and saw the man's face darken. She climbed up the back of his hand with two fingers little by little, pretending not to notice his stiffness, and looked at him with a stern look in her eyes:

"Rongjing, I want to go home."

Going home, Xiaoluo said she wanted to go home...

The corners of Rong Jing's mouth raised uncontrollably, and then he quickly tightened his expression. After a long time, he nodded as if reluctantly.

Paying attention to his micro-expressions, Su Luo felt funny in her heart. Why was he so dull in his life?
After putting on her coat, Su Luo fell into the man's arms as soon as she got off the ground. She rubbed her temples, frowned slightly, and looked at him pitifully with aggrieved eyes.

Seeing this, Rong Jing picked her up and walked to the parking lot downstairs.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening, and there were many patients and nurses in the corridor. Under the various looks of everyone, the man held her in his arms without changing his expression, and walked slowly and steadily step by step.

Su Luo leaned on his shoulder, looking at the man's smooth jawline, and heard his steady heartbeat in her ears, which was at the same frequency as her own heart.

The two got into the car, Rong Jing hugged her to the co-pilot, paused, and fastened the seat belt for her.

Su Luo stared at his slightly red ears and knew what he was thinking. She was wondering if the progress bar of this world was almost over.Rong Jing drove very steadily. It was already past eight o'clock when the two of them got home. He made two servings of shredded chicken cold noodles with poached eggs and opened the refrigerator.

By some strange coincidence, his fingers passed over the rows of freshly squeezed juices and stopped on the bottle of corn juice at the bottom.

After pouring two cups, he put it in the microwave. The sweet smell of corn slowly filled the air. He stared at the red light in the microwave and suddenly said hoarsely:
"Xiaoluo."

Su Luo looked over.

There was a ding sound and the microwave stopped rotating.

After a pause, Rong Jing put on his gloves, took out the corn juice, and placed a cup in front of Su Luo.

Seeing that she only took a sip and then put it down, with no extra expression on her face, Rong Jing pursed her lips and tried without giving up:

"Drink more, the corn juice will nourish your stomach."

Su Luo groaned, then picked up the cup and took a few sips, nonchalantly.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Rong Jing's eyes, and he suddenly felt a little tired. He asked her to rest early and returned to the room.

Staring at his leaving figure, Su Luo curled her lips and drank the entire glass of corn juice silently.

Rong Jing took off his clothes and entered the bathroom. The water flowed down. In the mist, he closed his eyes and stood under the showerhead with his head held high, letting the cold water pour down from his head.

His skin had instinctively reacted to stress, but he didn't notice it, and his mind replayed the images from his dream over and over again.

The clarity made his body ache.

After a while, until the heat in his body gradually subsided, he reached for the shampoo on the shelf and squeezed it, but it didn't come out.

He unscrewed the lid, put his fingers in, and touched the dense paste.

Silky and sticky.

Staring at the slender bottle that had bottomed out, Rong Jing's face suddenly turned red as he thought of something, and the feeling that he had just calmed down surged up again.

Seeing that his fingers were still stuck inside, Rong Jing threw the empty bottle far away as if he had seen a ghost. He supported the wall with his arms and stared at himself in the mirror, gasping for air, his eyes confused and tangled.

He hurriedly took a shower, came out wearing a bath towel, and sat slumped on the edge of the bed. He looked at the mobile phone not far away. His fingers moved, but he still retracted it without taking it.

After a while, Rong Jing opened his notebook and stared at the academic papers on it but couldn't read them. Unknowingly, his eyes drifted to the mobile phone not far away.

It was just to send a message. She just came back from the hospital and felt unwell. As an elder, he should greet her as a matter of course.

That’s right, you don’t have to scare yourself.

So, he almost jumped out of bed, took the phone, and got back into bed.In the darkness, the corners of his mouth turned upward and he couldn't suppress them no matter what.

He clicked on WeChat, stared at Su Luo's little white rabbit's profile picture, then looked at his own profile picture, thought about it, and searched for an online picture to replace it.

So, a minute later, Su Luo found a message coming in on her phone. The profile picture was a silly brown bear.

【have you slept? 】

Su Luo curled her lips.

　Shampoo Bottle: Male protagonist, do you respect me?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)