Truly harmonious lovers don’t need too many words, just like now, Leng Zimo can feel her emotions without even looking into her eyes.
Raising his palm, Leng Zimo gently held her face, looking closely at the face that even after seeing it countless tis would still make his heart flutter.
His fingers slowly slid over her skin, from her forehead to her eyebrows, cheeks, lips, the smooth line of her chin... and her hair, his favorite round earlobes.
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Leng Zimo, like a child, buried his face in her chest, listening to her heartbeat.
Luo Xiaoqian held his head, breathing heavily as she kissed his hair, her fingers combing through it—tomorrow, this hair would be cut off.
"Xiao Qian!"
Leng Zimo lifted his face from her chest, his voice was terribly hoarse.
Luo Xiaoqian didn’t speak, she just tilted her face slightly and kissed his lips once more.
Tonight, she wanted to be with him, to love him wholeheartedly once again.
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Picking her up, Leng Zimo let her stand on his feet, carefully adjusting the shower water temperature before embracing her under the stream, ticulously cleaning her body.
Looking at her face, dripping with water droplets, once again, his heart ached.
"If this surgery goes well, in the days to co, I want to spend them with you, traveling the world!"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face to look at him, nodded solemnly, "Alright, then we’ve made our decision!"
Withdrawing his arms, Leng Zimo held her tightly, and she returned his embrace.
The two were so tightly entwined, almost becoming one, that even the water couldn’t separate them.
Although she wished to hold him like this until the end of ti, Luo Xiaoqian reluctantly released him, knowing that tomorrow he needed all his energy for the surgery; she couldn’t let him exhaust too much strength and stamina.
Drying off and stepping out, Leng Zimo changed into a new hospital gown, and Luo Xiaoqian took the clothes she had prepared out of a paper bag to put on him.
This morning, she had already decided on this matter, so she was well prepared, then she took an electric clipper out of the bag.
"Zimo, let shave your head?"
A craniotomy requires a bald head, sothing that the nurses were supposed to handle, but Luo Xiaoqian didn’t want that; she wanted to do it herself.
"Alright."
Leng Zimo sat down in the chair.
Luo Xiaoqian took a prepared cape and draped it over him, carefully shaving his hair little by little.
Having co from a background as an acting emperor, Leng Zimo never placed too much importance on his appearance, but he always had high standards for himself. Luo Xiaoqian originally worried that cutting off his hair might impact him psychologically, which is why she decided to do it herself.
After finishing with the hair, she earnestly cupped his face, examining it closely.
"Mm, my husband is indeed handso!"
This wasn’t re flattery or consolation.
Leng Zimo’s features and face shape were nearly perfect, so even shaving his hair off made little difference to his appearance.
Leng Zimo smiled, "Of course, otherwise how could I be your husband!"
Actually, by this point, he didn’t care about these things anymore.
After all, it’s only hair; as long as he is alive, it will grow back.
"I’m not lying, you really are handso—I’d like a photo with my handso emperor of a husband!" Luo Xiaoqian took out her phone, pressed her face to his, and took a picture together, "I’m going to keep this photo well, so one day I can show our grandchild that his grandfather once had a bald head..."
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