1187. Chapter 1187 The feeling of wanting to confide in the other party
There was unconcealable distress in his tone.
"I didn't." Luo Xiaoqian smiled and raised her face to look at him. Looking at those familiar features, she raised her palm and gently supported his face, "You are the one who has really lost weight!"
On the surface, it seemed that she was the one being abused, but in fact, he was the one who suffered the most.
"If you can't eat meat, of course you will lose weight!" Leng Zimo teased softly.
Luo Xiaoqian chuckled, "Well, I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow to buy more meat."
"Just having you here is enough."
He whispered, his face moved towards her naturally, his mouth very gently did not touch her forehead, then her eyebrows, eyes, the tip of her nose... and finally he touched his lips.
He pecked her lips again and again, his movements were very gentle, not in a hurry, not because he was not in a hurry, but because he knew that he had plenty of time now and could enjoy it slowly.
Luo Xiaoqian leaned on the door panel, and naturally raised her palms to touch his face. Her fingertips moved little by little over his cheeks, ears, and neck... and carefully reviewed them with her fingers.
His outline was familiar to her.
Bending down, Leng Zimo lifted her up in his arms.
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After a long time, everything calmed down, but he still held her tightly in his arms, holding her tightly with both arms, as if he was holding his most cherished treasure in the world, and kissed her slightly sweaty forehead,
His voice was low and deep, "Xiao Qian, I love you."
Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her slender arms to embrace his voice, "I love you too, Zimo!"
Both of us understand that feeling of love, but we still can't help but want to talk to each other. The reason is simply because this love and this mutual dependence are not easy to come by.
The two didn't speak anymore, they just hugged each other, as if they wanted to merge into one, and then they could never be separated.
The feeling of sweating gradually recedes, but the feeling of dryness rises.
Leng Zimo let go of her slightly, and looked at her flushed face with a pair of dark eyes.
"Xiao Qian, I'm still hungry!"
How could I be separated from her for so long, just once?
She looked at him with a blushing face, then raised her body, climbed on top of him, brought her lips to his, and took the initiative to kiss him.
Knowing that he missed her, she had already prepared to make up for it.
His lips are very soft, there is a hint of salty sweat on his neck, and his chest has beautiful skin lines and a solid touch...
Feeling her lips on his body, Leng Zimo could no longer rely on himself and turned over suddenly to press her under him.
She is his, from heart to body, everything!
It was before, it is now, it will always be...
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When Leng Zirui returned to Leng's house while shaking the car keys, everything in the living room had been tidied up. Aunt Su was cleaning up in the kitchen. There was only one Leng Lin sitting in the living room. Seeing him, Leng Lin immediately got up from the sofa.
He stood up, glanced at him, turned around and went upstairs.
"Where's Mo Mo?" Leng Zirui walked over behind him.
"Fell asleep."
Leng Lin did not go to the second floor, but went directly to the third floor, walked to the small bedroom next to his bedroom, gently opened the door and took a look.
In the room, the little guy slept soundly.
Leng Zirui looked inside the door and whispered, "Go back and tidy up my bedroom on the second floor for Mo Mo to live in. The child has to wake up at night, and it's not convenient for Xiao Qian and the others to take care of him."
Leng Lin closed the door for the little guy, "It's okay, isn't there me on the third floor?"
Although Leng Lin, like Leng Zimo, looks cold-tempered,
