Cherish it well, huh?
Yes, she would cherish it well.
Such a man’s love should not be taken for granted!
With that thought, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly sat up.
Yu Tong had just reached the bathroom door when she opened the bedroom door and, hearing Xiao Qian’s movent, jumped in shock and turned around in surprise.
"Xiao Qian, you scared the life out of . You weren’t having a nightmare, were you?"
"No!" Luo Xiaoqian said with a smile as she hopped out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and strode toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Yu Tong looked over, puzzled.
"To see soone, to say sothing!" Luo Xiaoqian opened the door, "Also, thank you!"
Thank her?!
Yu Tong, holding her toothbrush, looked confused about what Luo Xiaoqian was thanking her for.
But Luo Xiaoqian didn’t explain; she just opened the door and, with slippers on, ran toward Leng Zimo’s room.
If before she had felt insecure and hesitant, now all that remained was bravery and determination.
She wanted to tell him that she would indeed start a romance with him, that she would cherish him, that she would love wholeheartedly... even if ultimately, it all turned to dust, she would still, like a moth to fla, throw herself unhesitatingly into his fire.
"Heh!" Yu Tong chuckled softly with the toothbrush in her hand, "Indeed, n and won in love are all crazy!"
Running all the way, Luo Xiaoqian reached Leng Zimo’s door and urgently knocked.
The door opened, and a well-dressed Leng Zimo appeared from within, clearly surprised to see her.
"Leng Zimo, I have sothing to tell you!" Luo Xiaoqian said, panting.
"What is it?!"
Seeing her out of breath, with her eyes passing over her slippers and obviously uncombed hair, Leng Zimo took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her into the room as he did so.
Luo Xiaoqian took his hand, her face full of smiles, "Nothing’s wrong, I just have sothing to tell you!"
"Do I need to leave?" Ca Jiao Yang’s voice from behind Leng Zimo, neither loud nor low.
Luo Xiaoqian started and looked up behind Leng Zimo, only to see Jiao Yang standing there lazily with one hand in his pocket, "Jiao Yang... what are you doing here?"
"Just happened to stop by Mr. Leng’s to pick sothing up!" Jiao Yang shrugged his shoulders and took a quick glance at her before his gaze swept onto her hand resting on Leng Zimo’s palm. He looked up, directing his gaze at her face, "I’m not sure if you two are discussing business or personal matters, but do I... need to leave, Xiao Qian?"
The surge of emotions that Luo Xiaoqian had felt was abruptly interrupted by Jiao Yang’s comnt, leaving her at a loss for words, "Actually, it’s nothing... What did you say you were here for again?"
Jiao Yang jerked his chin toward Leng Zimo, "Ask him!"
Luo Xiaoqian turned towards Leng Zimo, who seed indifferent, "Personally, I think the coat you wore yesterday has sentintal value, so I wanted to take it back to the office."
"President Leng probably wants to keep it for himself as a souvenir, right?" Jiao Yang countered sharply.
Leng Zimo, his intentions revealed, didn’t bother to hide his desire, "How much? I’ll buy it!"
"Sorry, that coat is equally important to . Not for sale!" Jiao Yang pursed his lips.
"It’s just a coat, Jiao Yang. Why make such a fuss?"
"It’s just a coat, President Leng. Why the fuss?"
...
Two grown n, back and forth, their manner less like they were arguing over a coat and more like warriors engaged in a battle of words!
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The day continues.
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