"Xiao Tong, have a drink with them first!" Luo Xiaoqian stuffed the glass into Yu Tong’s hand. "I’ll take President Leng to the restroom!"
He deliberately ca over, clearly wanting to speak with her, and naturally, she wouldn’t shun his intentions.
"Then..." Yu Tong glanced at Leng Zimo’s expression, "Alright then, I’ll wait here for you, be careful."
"I know!" She offered a reassuring smile to her, then slightly exerted force to pull her fingers back from Leng Zimo’s hand, "You... follow !"
The two left together, with Luo Xiaoqian leading the way ahead, taking Leng Zimo through the crowd to the restroom located in the corner of the main hall.
No sooner had they arrived at the quiet corridor than Leng Zimo took two steps forward, grabbed her palm, and before Luo Xiaoqian could react, he had already pulled her into a storage room on the side.
In the restroom, Su Jin carefully touched up her makeup in the mirror and admired herself before stepping out, noticing a fleeting figure in the corridor. She lightened her footsteps and slowly moved to the side of the storage room’s door, listening secretly.
"Zimo..."
Just as Luo Xiaoqian had started to call out his na, she was already pulled into his embrace and held tightly.
This ti, she had been gone for over a week and finally seeing her, rely watching from a distance, wasn’t nearly enough for him.
His body still slled of champagne, mixed with the familiar scent of chocolate along with his solidity and warmth. Luo Xiaoqian paused for a mont, then extended her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest.
"Did you miss ?"
With his eyes downcast, slling the familiar faint fragrance of her hair, Leng Zimo asked in a low voice.
"I did."
Answering softly in his arms, Luo Xiaoqian didn’t conceal her emotions.
He missed her, and of course, she missed him too. In every place she visited, besides working, she had to do one thing: to look for little trinkets he might like.
"How much did you miss ?"
He lifted a hand and cupped her face.
He hadn’t seen her for several days; he wanted to take a good look at her.
Luo Xiaoqian’s face was burning, yet she bravely raised her face without dodging.
"A lot, a lot."
Her makeup was light, but just a touch of lip color made her already rosy lips even more appealing, especially when uttering such words from such lips, he could hardly restrain himself.
Drawing in a breath, his lips naturally found their way to hers.
...
...
Sohow, the two had moved near the wall, and her back was now directly against it. The sudden coldness made Luo Xiaoqian’s body tense, and realizing the situation was about to spiral out of control, she hurriedly grabbed his hand.
"Zimo!"
Hearing her voice, Leng Zimo suddenly snapped back to reality, aware of what he was doing. He cursed himself in annoyance inwardly and quickly withdrew his hand, helping to adjust her dress that had gotten twisted by him back onto her shoulder.
"I’m sorry." With labored breath, Leng Zimo lifted his head from her chest. "Turn around, let fix it for you."
His voice was hoarse, and as Luo Xiaoqian turned around with a flushed face, he took a deep breath, grabbed the zipper at the back of her dress, and zipped it up for her.
Behind the slightly ajar door, Su Jin quickly put away her phone and walked away.
"Shall we go out?"
Turning back around, Luo Xiaoqian whispered.
"Wait a mont!"
Leng Zimo gently held onto her, carefully adjusting her skirt and hair, his eyes resting on her lips that were slightly swollen from his kisses. He pursed his own dry lips, "Let’s go ho early later!"
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