Is this love?!
Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow, "You can leave now!"
"Fine, I’m leaving!" Huangfu Ao shrugged his shoulders, walked out of the ward, and gently closed the door behind him.
In the ward, seated on the sofa, Leng Zimo looked down at Luo Xiaoqian in his arms.
Love?
Is this love?!
Had he fallen for this little girl?!
"Don’t co over..."
Suddenly, Luo Xiaoqian exclaid in alarm from his embrace.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here, I’m Zimo, I’m here!"
He hugged her tightly, lowering his face to press against hers, whispering words of comfort in her ear.
Luo Xiaoqian didn’t wake up but snuggled closer into his chest, soon returning to tranquility.
...
...
In the blink of an eye, the night had passed into day.
When Huangfu Ao walked in with breakfast, Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian were still asleep on the sofa, embraced in each other’s arms, with the blanket that covered them slipping almost to the ground.
Setting the insulated box on the coffee table, Huangfu Ao naturally walked over, picked up the blanket, and tried to cover them again.
However, as he barely touched the blanket, giving it a gentle tug, Luo Xiaoqian was startled awake.
Seeing the unfamiliar face of Huangfu Ao, her eyes imdiately showed a hint of terror.
"Don’t co over!"
Her mind still clouded by the terrifying experience from the night before and looking at the stranger with a face resembling Leng Jun, she instinctively beca defensive.
Alerted by Luo Xiaoqian’s movents, Leng Zimo snapped awake.
"Don’t be scared!" He opened his eyes to see Huangfu Ao standing awkwardly to the side and frowned imdiately, "Stay back!"
Huangfu Ao casually tossed the blanket into his hands.
He was just trying to help, for goodness’ sake, and now he was being scolded for it?!
"Xiao Qian, don’t be scared, I’m here, your Zimo is here!"
Embracing Luo Xiaoqian, Leng Zimo spoke again, this ti with a tender voice.
Huangfu Ao retreated to a sofa farther away, sitting down, and upon hearing the words "your Zimo," he couldn’t help but make an exaggerated gagging gesture.
"Disgusting!"
Leng Zimo glared at him, then covered Luo Xiaoqian with the blanket, "Don’t be afraid, he’s not a bad person, just a bit on the ugly side!"
Ugly?
Huangfu Ao raised an eyebrow, "Leng Zimo!"
Even if he wanted to comfort his woman, there was no need to dean him, was there?
Luo Xiaoqian stared at Leng Zimo’s face for quite so ti, as if she still couldn’t believe her eyes.
"Am I dreaming?"
Wasn’t he in France? How co he’s here?!
She must be dreaming.
With his uninjured hand, Leng Zimo gently touched her hair, "Yes, you’re dreaming. Did you just have a nightmare? It’s okay, now the day has broken and everything has ended!"
With his soothing, Luo Xiaoqian’s sowhat scattered spirit finally began to calm down slowly.
"Hungry? Do you want breakfast?" Leng Zimo asked in a tone one might use with a child.
If Ailin were here right now, she would be in for a shock.
Her boss, always as cold as ice, could also be this gentle?
Luo Xiaoqian nodded her head, looking at the blanket on her, suddenly coming to her senses and attempting to get up from his embrace.
"Don’t move!" Leng Zimo tightened his arm around her, then glanced sideways at Huangfu Ao sitting on the sofa, "Serve the food!"
Despite rolling his eyes, the distinguished Major General Huangfu Ao stood up from the sofa, opened the insulated box, took out a bowl of fragrantly simred porridge, placed a spoon on the side, and brought it over to Leng Zimo.
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