He helped her get the juice and then wasted it without drinking a sip. She always felt a little guilty.
Leng Zimo raised his face, looked at her as cute as a little girl, and just raised his lips slightly.
Regardless of whether she has memories or not, she is still his Luo Xiaoqian. Even though she is a mother of two children, she still has a rare innocence in her bones.
Seeing that she was about to extend her fingers to the juice again, Leng Zimo stretched out his other palm to grab her hand, pulled her juice-stained fingers to his lips, and licked off the juice stains on them.
The tip of his tongue brushed across her fingers, but it was like a feather brushing against the tip of her heart. There was a muffled buzz in Luo Xiaoqian's head, and her whole body trembled slightly.
Leng Zimo felt the trembling of her fingertips. He raised his face and looked at her palms, which were so red that they were almost bleeding. His blood was also rising.
Damn it, if she wasn't here, he would have carried her into the bedroom and kept her warm.
"Stop drinking, it's dirty. I'll make you a new one later, be good!"
He tried hard to control his emotions that were about to explode and let go of her fingers.
Luo Xiaoqian obediently stood up and stepped aside, watching him put away the pieces and wipe the juice off the ground bit by bit.
Looking at his broad back wrapped in his shirt, she thought of that dream again.
God, she was thinking about that kind of thing again.
Feeling her gaze, Leng Zimo raised his face and looked at her.
Looking at each other, Luo Xiaoqian almost felt ashamed.
His eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate people's hearts. He must have seen through her. It was over. He... would he think she was an indulgent woman...
In fact, she just had a little juice splashed on her skirt, but she really didn't dare to stay in front of him any longer.
Biting her lip, Luo Xiaoqian tried her best to look away from him, "I...I'm going to change clothes, and I'll come back later."
With a whisper, Luo Xiaoqian ran away.
Seeing her hurriedly walking out of the kitchen, Leng Zimo just chuckled.
He knew her so well that he could already guess the general reason just by looking at her appearance.
It seems that she has at least accepted him as he is now. This is definitely great news for Leng Zimo.
After quickly packing everything up, he took out the fruits again to make juice, and took out some meat from the refrigerator to prepare for the noon barbecue. While doing all this, he kept the corners of his lips raised.
So what if you don't remember him, what's his is his!
upstairs.
Luo Xiaoqian stood in the dressing room, looking at herself in the mirror with her face so red and hot that it was about to catch fire, but her eyes flashed again and again with Leng Zimo's closed collar, half-exposed collarbone and his neck.
His broad back and strong chest...
The Leng Zimo in reality and the Leng Zimo in the dream have been completely confused in her thoughts. She can no longer distinguish between what she dreamed about, what she saw, or what she once remembered.
picture.
Raising her hand, she gently touched her lips.
Her lips were slightly swollen and painful. He had kissed her too wildly just now, and her originally light cherry-colored lips were now obviously red due to congestion.
Looking at her lips in the mirror, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly thought of something. She hurriedly ran out the door, took out the lipstick from the drawer, and applied a light layer on her lips. She didn't want Locke to notice her strangeness.
After applying lipstick and looking at the dresses in the room, she hesitated again, looking around, and finally selected a lake blue dress.
