Seeing Leng Zimo walk in, she imdiately stood up to greet him, "Are you hungry? Do you want to cook so supper for you?"
"No need, I already had dinner." Leng Zimo handed his coat to his subordinate, "Are you hungry?"
"I ate too much dinner, so I’m not hungry yet." Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to help him untie his bow tie, and handed it to the maid, "Mo Mo is already asleep."
"Great!" Leng Zimo hugged her waist as they went upstairs. In the bedroom, he casually sat on the side of the bed, pulling her by the waist to sit on his lap, "Don’t worry, Dad is fine, our wedding will proceed as planned."
Luo Xiaoqian smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I know, go take a shower."
"Alright!" Leng Zimo got up and walked into the bathroom.
When he finished showering and ca out, Luo Xiaoqian was already leaning against the headboard, flipping through the sheet music he had written earlier. He naturally walked over, sat beside her, "How is it?"
"Very beautiful." She pointed at a string of notes with her finger, softly humming the lody, "This part feels so blissful."
"I think it feels so blissful too!" Embracing her, he buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath, "Wife, you sll so good!"
"It’s just your imagination, how could I sll good?"
She never used perfu, and since becoming pregnant she barely touched any costics. Even when bathing, she used only the most basic shower gel, which was all-natural and mostly scentless.
"No, you really sll great." Leng Zimo raised his face and cupped her hair, bringing it to her nose, "Don’t believe ? Sll it!"
Luo Xiaoqian leaned in and sniffed, but she didn’t sll anything.
"I don’t sll anything."
"Then it must be that only I can sll it!" Leng Zimo buried his face in her neck again, gently rubbing her skin with the tip of his nose, "You know, every ti I catch this scent on you, I can’t help but want to be close to you. At the ti I was curious—did you use so sort of perfu or shampoo? Now it seems, this isn’t the scent of perfu, it’s your scent, uniquely belonging to Luo Xiaoqian."
Luo Xiaoqian laughed, "Back then, you liked smoking cigars, and there was always a chocolate aroma on you. Every ti I slled it, I felt so hungry."
He lifted his face and looked at her, "Seems like I shouldn’t have quit smoking, that way you’d want to take a bite out of every ti you saw !"
Detecting the flirtatious tone in his voice, her face simply turned hot, "You’re terrible!"
He reached to slide his hand into the light fabric of her ho attire, his fingers played along her ribs like a piano, while the other hand slipped from her waist and into her hair, his kiss landed on her neck, "Wife, hasn’t it been a long ti since we were a bit ’naughty’?!"
"Only...three days..." Luo Xiaoqian whispered as she kissed him.
Her tone carried regret, and a touch of reluctance.
Only three days?!
Why does he feel like it’s been a year since he last touched her?!
Leng Zimo’s lips, slowly moved up from her neck, kissing her lips.
With her being pregnant, he couldn’t want her too often. But even if he couldn’t have a full feast, he could at least enjoy so sweet treats.
That scent, that only he could perceive, was always her enchantnt, from which he could never escape.
Controlling his emotions, he tightly held her, taking a deep breath, "I’ll go wash my face!"
"Don’t!" Luo Xiaoqian straightened up from his embrace, her face blushing as she reached her hand into his pajamas.
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Heat exhaustion, can’t write anymore, good night.
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