Five years ago, when she was with him, she was always shy and rarely took the initiative to kiss him.
At that ti, she always thought that 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 only felt regret. Now that she finally had another chance, she didn’t want to let it pass.
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In the kitchen, the lights were bright, with not a drop of water dripping from the faucet. Under the light, a man and a woman held each other tightly.
Between the collars of her open shirt, her necklace was tilted to one side, half-hidden, half-revealed.
He lowered his face, biting the third button of her shirt, his face touched the key that slipped out from between her collar, the cold feel of it suddenly woke him up.
Leng Zimo bit his teeth and stood up, raising his hand to straighten her shirt.
"It’s late, I... I’ll go."
His voice was hoarse and severe, very obviously suppressing strong emotions.
He had said that he wanted more than just her body, that before she was sure she wanted to be with him, he wouldn’t touch her.
His arm suddenly withdrew, and Luo Xiaoqian, losing support, almost fell.
Steadying herself and looking at him who was already walking to the kitchen door, she called out urgently.
"Zimo."
Leng Zimo took a deep breath, and spoke with his back to her.
"Go to bed early, I’ll co over tomorrow morning to help you and Mo Mo with breakfast. I’m leaving now."
He didn’t dare to look at her; this woman had a deadly attraction to him, and he was so afraid that if he looked at her again, his self-control would instantly collapse.
There was no response from behind, only footsteps approaching.
Her footsteps seed to step directly on his heart.
Looking at the tall back of the man in front of her, Luo Xiaoqian also felt a fierce struggle within her heart.
She knew she should let him go, but another voice was equally shouting.
Luo Xiaoqian, he’s yours, he has always been yours. The man you’ve always thought about is right in front of you; make him stay, let him stay.
His back exuded solitary loneliness.
Her fingers still stretched out and pinched the back hem of his shirt, which had been pulled out of alignnt by her.
At first, she only pinched lightly with two fingers, and then tightened her fingers, gripping it firmly in her palm.
"Zimo, don’t go, don’t leave !" she said behind him.
Leng Zimo turned around to look at her; under the light, her hair was ssy, yet she was still so beautiful.
She released her fingers, but her gaze bravely lifted to look at him.
He took a step, and the distance between them vanished instantly, raising his hand to hook her chin, he looked at her with deep eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
Her lips parted, but only two words ca out.
Very light, yet firm.
As soon as she spoke, in the next mont, his body already pressed over, pinning her against the refrigerator behind her.
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She clutched his shoulders, inhaling sharply.
"Sorry, I was too rushed!"
"No... it’s okay."
Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at him, whispering.
As long as he liked it, nothing else mattered to her.
Under the light, she looked unbelievably cute and incredibly enticing.
"Sissi, you are mine!"
Holding her, he whispered.
She also held him tightly.
"Zimo, you are mine too, forever mine!"
Whether it’s your body or your heart, whether in the past or future, you will always be mine, Luo Xiaoqian’s!
"Alright."
He responded.
This woman, he wanted.
Whether it’s her body, her heart, he wanted it all, and more importantly, she wanted to have him too. That feeling of being desired was far more intense than the feeling of desiring.
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