His palm naturally stopped by her face, fingers gently brushing a tear that trickled down her cheek, and his lips and tongue inexplicably felt parched.
Suddenly, he wanted to kiss her!
Feeling his fingers slide across her cheek, Xu Xia’s heart seed to be softly brushed by sothing as well. Staring at the face so close to hers, her heartbeat accidentally skipped a beat.
There was a peculiar emotion in his gaze. His thumb caressed her face, the slightly coarse pad of his finger almost scalding her skin, and that emotion inexplicably made her feel a bit flustered.
Watching him lean in closer, her heart began to race wildly.
"Zirui, you...?! "
Hearing her voice, Leng Zirui suddenly snapped back to reality.
He hadn’t even recovered from the last slap, how could he make the sa mistake again?
After all the effort to nd this relationship, Leng Zirui, why would you think of making a mistake again?!
She’s Luo Xiaoqian’s good friend, your nephew Luo Jun’s godmother, are you crazy? Is this woman soone you can ss with?!
He was about to kiss her lips but suddenly veered to the side, Leng Zirui opened his mouth and took a bite off the skewer of at she was holding, and then stood up from her side.
"I can’t do it anymore, I’m exhausted. If you want to watch the stars, do it by yourself, I’m going back to sleep!"
Stretching his waist, he casually threw on his old T-shirt, grabbed his jacket, and strode towards the distant building.
Xu Xia sat upright on the blanket, watching his figure gradually fade into the distance, then looked again at the skewer in her hand which he had bitten, and she fell into a daze once more.
Indeed, she must have been overthinking. How could he possibly want to kiss her? He’s only treating her as a good buddy.
Xu Xia, don’t be foolish!
He’s already said, you’re not his type; such an exceptional man could never like you!
Thinking of this conclusion, Xu Xia felt oppressively stifled, as though she couldn’t catch her breath. She grabbed the beer can he’d left on the table and poured the drink into her mouth.
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Upstairs, in the study.
Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian sat side by side on the sofa, Leng Zimo holding her waist with one arm, while his other hand clasped her two small hands.
"Yizhou, you don’t need to hide it from , I know everything." Luo Xiaoqian looked solemnly across at Shen Yizhou, "I just want to know, what is the most effective treatnt thod, how can we be most advantageous for Zimo’s condition?"
Shen Yizhou nodded gently, then uttered eight words, "Hospital admission, prompt surgery. If you agree, I will imdiately contact my ntor and have him rush to Beijing as soon as possible."
"Okay, you can make the call right now!" Luo Xiaoqian promptly agreed.
Leng Zimo squeezed her hand, "Xiao Qian, can I share my thought?"
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face to look into his eyes, "Don’t say anything like having the wedding before the surgery, I won’t agree."
She understood this man too well; he didn’t need to speak for her to guess what was on his mind.
Leng Zimo took a deep breath, "Xiao Qian, I understand how you feel, but I..."
"You want to give a flawless wedding, not wanting to have any regrets, right?!" Luo Xiaoqian held his hand, "We are already married, weddings are for others to see. If we didn’t marry, would you stop loving ? Personally, losing you is the greatest regret. This ti, you must listen to !"
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