"What do you an nothing?!" Leng Zimo ca back to his senses, shaking his slightly aching head, fearing to tell the truth and make her worry. His gaze ambiguously landed on her collar, "The spring scenery is too bright, a bit dazzling!"
Luo Xiaoqian looked down at her own collar. The zipper of her top was a bit loose, and from his angle, he could probably see her chest.
"You rascal!" Her face heated up as she pushed his face to the side with her hand and zipped up her top, then casually grabbed a towel to place behind his neck, "Close your eyes and rest for a while, I’ll help you wash!"
Leng Zimo obediently closed his eyes, and Luo Xiaoqian reached out her hand to help him bathe.
Starting from the head, then the face, neck...
With his eyes closed, he could clearly feel her fingers, a gentle touch.
He instinctively opened his eyes and saw her focused little face as she used a bath sponge on his other arm. Her face was flushed from the steam, with a few small patches of white foam adorning her cheeks, playfully cute.
Tightening his fingers, he directly grasped her hand.
"Zimo?!" Feeling his fingers tighten, Luo Xiaoqian turned her face with confusion, "Am I scrubbing too hard?!"
His fingers lightly caressed hers, "Wash with !"
Luo Xiaoqian’s face imdiately turned red, "No way!"
His arm was injured, and he had just fainted. She was only worried he might have another problem.
Leng Zimo said nothing more, only raised his arm to hug her. Her half body was leaning over the bathtub, and when her hand slipped on the edge of the tub, she directly fell onto him.
The two of them fell into the bathtub together.
Splash!
Water waves splashed, and the white foam instantly covered the entire floor.
"Did your arm get hurt..."
Luo Xiaoqian, still shocked, raised her face from his embrace and looked towards his injured arm. Seeing his arm well-protected on the side, wrapped in plastic wrap and not wet, she finally relaxed.
"This ti, you took the initiative!"
He smiled, looking at her clothes soaked with water.
Her face was so red it almost dripped blood. With her body trapped by him, she couldn’t escape, nor dared to move. She just froze there, too afraid to move.
Seeing her embarrassed expression, he lifted the corners of his lips and reached over to take her hand, placing it on his chest.
"I will get Luo Jun to accept as soon as possible, and then we can always be together."
"Okay."
She replied in his arms. Even if he didn’t rember the past, what did it matter? This man loved her, always had, and that was enough.
...
...
Beijing, in a newspaper office, editor-in-chief’s office.
The editor-in-chief looked at the photos delivered by the reporter. In the photos, Jiao Yang wore casual clothes and wide-brimd glasses, shopping at a supermarket. After flipping through a few, he lost interest and tossed the photos onto the desk, frowning at the entertainnt reporter standing across the table.
"Is this the headline you ca up with?! What headline do you want to write, ’After five years, Prince CEO becos a kitchen god, personally buying groceries and cooking’?!"
"I really couldn’t get anything, I’ve followed him for a week. Besides work, he just goes ho. He hasn’t even been to a nightclub. What kind of news is there to capture?" The entertainnt reporter, who hadn’t been in the industry for long, cautiously defended.
"Pack up this trash, I’ll give you two more weeks. If you still can’t capture anything valuable, you can start writing your resignation letter." The editor-in-chief stood up.
"Deputy editor!" The entertainnt reporter hurriedly gathered the photos, chasing after him, "Please take another look. Even if it can’t be a headline, it can at least be a side piece."
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