His tone carried an unmistakable tenderness.
"I certainly haven’t." Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face with a smile, looking at him, at those familiar features etched deep in her bones. She raised her hand to gently stroke his face, "You’re the one who’s really lost weight!"
On the surface, it seed she had been the one suffering, but in fact, he was the one who had endured the most anguish.
"Without at to eat, anyone would slim down!" Leng Zimo teased lightly.
Luo Xiaoqian chuckled softly, "Then, tomorrow I’ll go to the supermarket and buy more at."
"Having you here is enough."
He whispered, his face naturally moving closer to hers, softly planting kisses on her forehead, then her eyebrows, eyes, nose tip... finally landing on her lips.
He pecked at her lips gently, not urgently, savoring the mont, knowing he had all the ti in the world to enjoy it slowly.
Luo Xiaoqian leaned against the door panel, her palms naturally raised to caress his face, fingers tracing over his cheeks, ears, neck... carefully reliving the contours of his familiar form with her fingers.
Bending down, Leng Zimo scooped her up in his arms.
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...
A long ti later, everything was calm again, yet he still held her tightly in his embrace, arms wrapped around her as if cradling the world’s most cherished treasure, softly kissing her slightly sweaty forehead. His voice was hoarse and deep, "Xiao Qian, I love you."
Luo Xiaoqian extended her slender arms, embracing his voice, "I love you too, Zimo!"
That loving feeling, both understood, yet they couldn’t help but want to express it to each other, for no other reason than the fact that this love, this mutual support and reliance, had co so hard-earned.
The two said no more, just clinging to each other tightly, as if they could beco one and never be apart.
The sweat began to subside, but the warmth grew.
Leng Zimo slightly released her, his passionate gaze locked onto her still flushed face.
"Xiao Qian, I’m still hungry!"
Being apart from her for so long, just once couldn’t suffice.
She glanced at him with a reddened face, then lifted herself to climb onto him, leaning in to kiss him.
Knowing he missed her, she had long been prepared to make it up to him properly.
His lips were soft, his neck had a faint salty sweat, his chest still bore beautiful skin lines and a firm touch...
Feeling her lips upon him, Leng Zimo could no longer restrain himself, suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him.
She belonged to him, from heart to body, all of her!
Before, now, and forever... always!
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When Leng Zirui returned to the Leng Family twirling his car keys, the living room had already been tidied up, Aunt Su was cleaning in the kitchen, and only Leng Lin sat in the living room. Upon seeing him, Leng Lin imdiately stood up from the sofa, glanced at him, and turned to go upstairs.
"Where’s Mo Mo?" Leng Zirui followed him in.
"Asleep."
Leng Lin didn’t go to the second floor but went straight to the third, walking to the small bedroom beside his own, gently pushing open the door to check.
Inside, the little one was sleeping soundly.
Leng Zirui glanced inside the room and whispered, "Later, arrange my bedroom on the second floor for Mo Mo, kids wake up at night, it’s not convenient for Xiao Qian and them to take care of him."
Leng Lin closed the door for the little one, "It’s alright, isn’t there on the third floor!"
Although Leng Lin, like Leng Zimo, seed to have a cool personality,
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