"How could it be!" He gently caressed her lips with his thumb, "In my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful woman under the heavens!"
Because he could never get enough of her face.
"You and your smooth talk!" Luo Xiaoqian curled her lips.
Watching that smile bloom like a flower on her face, Leng Zimo’s heart was filled with another bout of ache.
Indeed, her lips were made for smiling, her eyes too were made for smiling, and she looked best when smiling.
This person was ant to be cherished, held in the palm of the hand, enjoying the best love the world has to offer. She shouldn’t feel sad or hurt, and she definitely shouldn’t shed tears.
He wouldn’t, he couldn’t allow it!
Luo Xiaoqian gazed at the sunlight outside the window, "The sun is about to set, how about we go for a walk?!"
"Alright!" Leng Zimo helped her up, and the two of them went downstairs, walked onto the grass, and watched the sunset together as the night deepened.
During dinner, Leng Zimo personally cooked a sumptuous al for his two beloved treasures, one big and one small.
Watching him in an apron, serving dishes on the table, Ah Jiu’s heart too was filled with twisting pain.
Others might not know, but he understood all too well, the real reason behind Leng Zimo’s actions.
He feared that there might never be another opportunity.
"Alright, dinner’s ready!"
After bringing the last bowl of soup to the table, Leng Zimo personally served a bowl of rice to Luo Jun and then a small bowl to Luo Xiaoqian.
"Zimo?!"
Luo Xiaoqian felt a bit embarrassed.
After all, with Luo Jun there and so many maids around, she wasn’t ill or anything, how could she let him feed her?!
"Be good!" Leng Zimo picked up a piece of food and brought it to her lips, "Open your mouth!"
Luo Xiaoqian’s cheeks flushed slightly, she took a bite, and then imdiately reached over to take the bowl and chopsticks.
Leng Zimo held the bowl tightly, gazing at her deeply, "I insist!"
Unable to refuse him, she had to open her mouth and let him feed her. He fed her more than half a bowl of rice, while he ate very little, only drank so soup before standing up from the chair, "John, you take care of Mo Mo!"
The person he was most reluctant to part with, naturally, was Luo Xiaoqian.
Leng Zimo hoped that while he was still able, he could do as much as possible for her.
Bending down, he carried her from the chair upstairs to the piano room, settled her on the sofa, then sat down by the piano, "What piece do you want to hear?"
"Zimo?!" Luo Xiaoqian stood up and walked to his side, "Is sothing wrong?"
"No, I heard that listening to piano is good for prenatal education, so I wanted to play for you personally." Leng Zimo pulled over a chair for her to sit, "You like watching play the piano, right? Sit here and watch well!"
Luo Xiaoqian smiled and draped her arm over the back of the chair, "Then sing a song for , I haven’t heard you sing in a long ti!"
"What do you want to hear?"
"Anything you sing, I’ll listen!"
Leng Zimo thought for a mont, raised his fingers and placed them on the keys, and a soothing lody imdiately flowed from his fingertips.
"If I could see, I could easily distinguish between day and night, and I could accurately find your hand in a crowd.
If I could see, I could drive you around, and I could surprise you with a hug from behind.
..."
Playing the piano and singing softly, Leng Zimo’s voice carried an unmistakable sadness.
The emotions in his heart unknowingly flowed out through the music.
Standing up, Luo Xiaoqian walked over and embraced him from behind.
"Zimo, tell honestly, is sothing wrong?!"
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I am the real father; I won’t tornt our Mo Lord.
This setup is just for a very satisfying scenario later on, won’t say more, or it would be a spoiler.
Good afternoon.
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