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.
Beautiful beauty nest.
With his fingers caressing the beauty spot on her right side through the thin skirt, Leng Zimo whispered in her ear, "Besides my mother, you are the woman who loves me most in this world."
His fingers were still warm through her skirt, and the temperature almost made her tremble.
His voice has a pleasant timbre when speaking Chinese. That kind of baritone sounds in the ears like the most moving cello. Every word makes people listen to it.
His breath was right next to her ear, passing over her skin and disappearing into her hair. When he spoke, his lips inadvertently brushed against the outline of her ear, leaving a tingling sensation.
Luo Xiaoqian's heartbeat accelerated unnaturally.
"Tell me, what's your last name, and me, what's my last name?"
She spoke softly into his neck, her voice a little hoarse.
Leng Zimo raised the palm covering her hair, lifted her chin, looked into her eyes, and said his name.
"My surname is Leng, Leng Zimo, your surname is Luo, and Luo Xiaoqian. We are husband and wife. We have two children, one boy, now four and a half years old. His name is Luo Jun, his nickname is Momo, and there is another one in front of you.
He was just two and a half months old and we still don’t know whether he is a boy or a girl. Because you said it was a surprise, I gave him a name, Xiaoxiao."
Leng Zimo lowered his face and put his forehead against hers.
"The silent name comes from my name, and the little name comes from your name. Our family of four will always be together."
Leng Zimo, Momo, Luo Xiaoqian, Xiaoxiao?!
Luo Xiaoqian tasted these names carefully. Although they were all unfamiliar names, there was still an inexplicable sense of familiarity in the strangeness. When she thought of them, she felt so warm.
"Have we been married long?"
"Yes, it's been a long time. We got our marriage certificate five years ago, and it's still on our farm in Beijing." Leng Zimo took a breath, raised his face slightly, and looked at her with bright eyes, "
However, I still owe you a wedding, and you also owe me a wedding."
Five years of marriage but no wedding?
Moreover, his surname is Leng, but his son has her surname. Why are these?
"There are many stories between us. I can tell you these slowly." Leng Zimo looked at her face intently, "Xiao Qian, do you believe me?"
Luo Xiaoqian looked directly at him and nodded.
From the first time she saw him appearing in the villa with his face covered, she had an inexplicable trust in him.
"So good!" Leng Zimo laughed and stroked her face gently with his fingers, "Be careful of Locke. This guy... is an out-and-out bastard. He erased your memory because he
If he wants to separate us and take you away from me, of course, you don't have to worry, I won't let him succeed, I will take you away, just like I said before..." His fingers slipped
He touched her cheek and pinched the key hanging around her neck, "I want to take you to use this key to open that door. This is the key to an apartment. What happened in that apartment,
It is the most unforgettable experience in my life, because you... told me that you loved me for the first time there."
