376 Don't You Miss Me?

On the contrary, Lu Mann was extremely embarrassed. Seeing Han Zhuoli's beaming expression, she couldn't help pinching Han Zhuoli's waist secretly, telling him to restrain himself and not go too far.

Han Zhuoli didn't hide, and let her pinch him. Unexpectedly, Lu Mann's hand was so strong in embarrassment that the corner of Han Zhuoli's mouth could not help but twitch.

She glanced at Lu Man faintly, thinking that when the two of them are alone later, she will suffer!

Xia Qingwei noticed the little actions of the two of them, and drove them away with a smile, "Let's go, let's go. You guys sent me back, so you don't have to worry about me."

Fearing that Lu Man would not agree, Han Zhuoli quickly grabbed Lu Man's hand and said to Xia Qingwei, "Then let's go first."

"Let's go, let's go." Xia Qingwei sent them away with a smile.

Han Zhuoli pulled Lu Man out of the house, and when he was going down the stairs, Lu Man still yelled at him, "You haven't had time to rest since you came back, and you're not jet-lagged, so it would be nice to go back and rest early."

To meet, we can also see tomorrow.

She just felt sorry for Han Zhuoli who was too tired, although she also missed him very much.

"You go back first—"

Before Lu Man finished speaking, Han Zhuoli picked him up, and clasped the back of Lu Man's head with his strong palms. Han Zhuoli's thin, hot lips precisely found Lu Man's lips in the dark corridor, and pressed them warmly go up.

Lu Mann still couldn't remember what he said just now, he had long since lost track of him.

"If you let me go back by myself, you won't miss me?" Han Zhuoli put his arms around Lu Mann's waist, feeling aggrieved and accusing.

Fortunately, he missed her so much, so he hurried back and came to see her as soon as he got off the plane.

"..." Lu Man held his shoulders tightly with both hands, "I think so, but I also feel bad that you haven't rested."

In the darkness, I heard Han Zhuoli chuckle, "I slept on the plane."

Because the journey was too long, Han Zhuoli took a private plane directly, so he had a good rest.

While talking, Han Zhuoli put her down.

Lu Mann stepped on the steps with both feet, and when her knees gave way, she fell down. Han Zhuoli quickly fished her back.

Laughing softly, "Why are you so soft?"

Lu Man secretly glared at him in the dark.

Han Zhuoli squeezed her waist, "Don't think I didn't see you staring at me."

Before Lu Man could say anything, Han Zhuoli picked her up, like a child, and let Lu Man sit on his arm.

Lu Mann was so embarrassed by this posture that she was worried that she would fall backwards, so her hands could only wrap her arms around Han Zhuoli's neck firmly.

As a result, half of Han Zhuoli's face was almost embedded in her chest.

Fortunately, it was very dark in the corridor now, even if Lu Man was hot and blushing, at least Han Zhuoli didn't see it, which made her feel more at ease.

But soon, Lu Mann realized that she was too happy.

Han Zhuoli carried her down the stairs, and after walking a few steps, he turned his head suddenly, and his face was buried in her chest.

The corridor was very quiet, only the breathing of the two of them and Han Zhuoli's footsteps could be heard.

Now Lu Man seemed to hear the sound of Han Zhuoli's inhalation as he buried his face in her chest.

She blushed quickly and subconsciously held her breath.

The chest that was quarreled by Han Zhuoli was hot, and a ball of fire burned in the chest, gradually permeating the whole body, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

She tightly grasped Han Zhuoli's shoulders with both hands, trembling so badly that she didn't dare to breathe.