"Yes, I recognize you." Luo Xiaoqian narrowed her eyes slightly and met his eyes, "You are that person... The person who said he wanted to take me away that night was you, right?!"
Leng Zimo was stunned.
"I know, it's you!" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to hold his face, "You have a beard, and... you have black hair, right? And... your eyes, you have black pupils, right?
wrong?"
Leng Zimo originally thought she remembered this piece of music, but he didn't expect that this was what she was talking about.
"I remember you, I remember the way you put my shoes on, and the feeling of your hand holding mine. It's you, right?!"
Luo Xiaoqian's eyes looked at him brightly in the dim room light, full of expectation.
Leng Zimo gritted his teeth, raised his hand to take off the wig from his head, and pulled off the strong beard. Then he pulled her up and stood in the moonlight.
"Xiao Qian, look carefully, you really don't recognize me. I am Zimo, I am your Zimo?!"
The moonlight reflected on his face, which was a handsome face, delicate but not feminine, and the temperament between his eyebrows was as royal as an emperor.
That face... strange, yet familiar.
The strangeness was the impression that she had never seen him before, but the familiarity was as if she had known him for thousands of years.
"Zimo, your name is Zimo?"
Zimo?!
Zimo?!
It was obviously an unfamiliar name, but it sounded so smooth when I called it, as if it had been called a thousand times.
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked at the man in front of her.
There were complex emotions in his eyes, including helplessness, distress, and melancholy.
The slight frown made her feel inexplicably distressed, and she couldn't help but raise her fingers and touch his forehead.
"I'm sorry, Zimo, I really can't remember you..." Seeing his eyes getting deeper and deeper, she said hurriedly, "But I know it's you. The man I'm looking for is you."
Leng Zimo was confused, "The man you are looking for?"
"My memory has been hypnotized. I don't remember anything now, but I know that I loved a man. He had black hair and black eyes and played the piano well. When he looked at me, it was as if I was him.
Just like a princess." Luo Xiaoqian looked at him with a smile, "It's you, right?!"
"Xiao Qian!" Leng Zimo's chest felt tight. He raised his palm and pulled her into his arms, "Yes, it's me, it's me, Xiao Qian. I thought you had completely forgotten me.
I came to save you last time, because I didn’t know if you still remembered me, so I didn’t dare to go up to you and see my face, I’m sorry..."
He hugged her so tightly that her bones ached, as if he wanted to hold her into his bones and blood.
Luo Xiaoqian didn't know what happened between him and her, but she believed that he must love her very much.
In order to save her, Ken came here and pretended to be a chef like this. Every meal he cooked for her, he carefully wiped the sand off her feet and put on her shoes, he drew every picture of her on the beach...
...are all proving this.
Zimo?!
Now, she knows that his name is Zimo.
Holding his neck and pressing her face against his, Luo Xiaoqian gently smelled the slightly sweet chocolate smell on his body.
She liked him, the smell of him, the feeling of his warm hands on hers...
"I must love you very much, right?!"
How could she not love such a man who dotes on her?!
"certainly."
Leng Zimo's big hands gently held her slender waist. The curvature there was very familiar to him. Her back was very beautiful. When she straightened, there was a beautiful shallow hook on the spine, and there were two more on the tailbone.
