Five years ago, when she was with him, she was always shy and rarely kissed him proactively.
Back then, she always thought there would be plenty of ti and opportunities in the future to slowly learn everything.
Later, after leaving him, whenever she thought about the things she hadn’t done, she regretted it; now she finally had an opportunity again, she didn’t want to miss it.
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In the kitchen, the lights were bright, and the faucet wasn’t dripping a single drop of water. Under the light, a man and woman embraced tightly.
Between the parted shirt collar, her necklace was askew, half-hidden and half-revealed.
He lowered his head, gritted his teeth at her third button, and his face brushed against the key that slipped out from the collar, the cold touch instantly waking him.
Leng Zimo stood up, gritting his teeth, raised his hand to straighten her shirt.
"It’s getting late, I... have to go."
His voice was extrely hoarse, clearly suppressing intense emotions.
He had said before that he wanted more than just her body; until she was certain about being with him, he couldn’t touch her.
His arm suddenly withdrew, Luo Xiaoqian lost her support, nearly falling.
Steadying herself and looking at him already at the kitchen door, she urgently called out.
"Zimo."
Leng Zimo took a deep breath and spoke, his back to her.
"Get so sleep early. Tomorrow morning, I’ll co over to help you and Mo Mo make breakfast. I’m leaving now."
He dared not look at her; this woman held a fatal attraction for him, and he feared that one more glance might instantly shatter his restraint.
Behind him, there was no response, only the sound of footsteps approaching.
Her footsteps seed to tread upon his heart.
Watching the tall back of the man before her, Luo Xiaoqian’s heart was fiercely conflicted.
She knew she should let him go, but another voice was equally clamoring.
Luo Xiaoqian, he’s yours, he’s ant to be yours; the man you’ve always thought about is right before you, keep him, let him stay.
His back radiated loneliness and solitude.
Her fingers, after all, reached out and grasped the shirt hem he pulled out of alignnt.
At first, just holding gently with two fingers, then tightening, firmly within her palm.
"Zimo, don’t go, don’t leave !" she said from behind him.
Leng Zimo turned around to look at her; under the light, her hair was disordered, yet she was still so beautiful.
She released her fingers but bravely lifted her gaze to him.
He took a step forward, the distance between them vanished, he raised his hand to hold her chin, looking at her deeply.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
Her lips parted, speaking just two words.
Very light, yet firm.
As soon as she spoke, the next mont, his body was pressing over, pushing her against the refrigerator behind.
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She held onto his shoulder, gasping sharply.
"Sorry, I was too hasty!"
"No...it’s okay."
She whispered, cheeks flushed, looking at him.
As long as he liked, she didn’t care about anything else.
Under the light, she looked incredibly cute and equally enticing.
"Sissi, you’re mine!"
Holding her, he whispered.
She held him tighter as well.
"Zimo, you’re mine too, always mine!"
Whether it’s your body or your heart, whether before or after, forever, mine, Luo Xiaoqian’s!
"Alright."
He answered.
This woman, he wanted.
Whether it be her body, her heart, he desired them all; moreover, she also wanted to possess him. That feeling of being desired was far more intensely scorching than the feeling of the desire itself.
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