After nearly a four-hour flight, we rushed back to World City from the airport. When Leng Zimo arrived in front of the apartment, it was almost five o'clock in the morning.
He opened the door softly and looked at the light coming from the crack in the door. His tired body and mind suddenly felt warm.
When his mother was here, no matter how late he came home, she would leave one waiting for him.
Now, finally, someone left a light for him.
The result was beyond his expectation. What was waiting for him was not only a light, but also a person.
He had just dragged his suitcase through the door, and before he could close the door, a surprising voice came from the front.
"Zimo, you're back!"
Luo Xiaoqian jumped up from the sofa with a face of surprise and ran to him in a few steps.
Looking at the familiar little face in front of him, Leng Zimo was happy at first, and then frowned.
"Didn't I ask you to sleep?"
Luo Xiaoqian kept smiling, "Can't I sleep?"
After working so hard for so long and flying for several hours, why can’t I fall asleep?!
"Okay!" Luo Xiaoqian lowered her head, "I drank a cup of your coffee."
He went to see her from a distance, but she didn't have the nerve to sleep first. In order to prevent herself from falling asleep, she waited for him on the sofa. However, she couldn't hold on anymore and started to fight with her eyelids. In order to prevent herself from falling asleep, she specially made black coffee to drink.
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Looking at Luo Xiaoqian, who had her little head hanging down and was wearing home clothes, as if she was a primary school student who had done something wrong, Leng Zimo could not say anything reproachful.
Letting go of the gift box, he stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly.
Although this hug was far different from his imagination in terms of time and place, her breath was still as fresh as he remembered, and her body was as gentle and soft as he remembered.
With her face pressed against his chest, Luo Xiaoqian slowly raised her arms and gently hugged his waist.
"try harder."
He whispered an order above her head.
She tightened her arms and used all her strength.
A man and a woman hugged each other quietly, and no one said another word.
In the soft light of the foyer, it looks like a beautiful sculpture, with the shadows of two people connected together.
until.
Gulu!
Luo's unsatisfactory belly broke the tranquility and beauty.
"Are there any more dumplings?" Leng Zimo suppressed a smile and let go of her, "I'm hungry."
"I'll cook it!"
Luo Xiaoqian's neck turned red.
Seeing her turn around and walk towards the kitchen, Leng Zimo naturally followed her.
Luo Xiaoqian took out the dumplings in the plastic bag from the freezer. As soon as she opened them, she was immediately stunned.
Because she had no experience, she put the dumplings directly into the bag and put them in the freezer after wrapping them. As a result, all the dumplings were now frozen into a ball.
"How about you go take a shower!"
She was embarrassed to let him see her "masterpiece", she suggested in a low voice.
Leng Zimo leaned against the refrigerator, "I want to see you."
He hadn't seen her for a few days, but now he finally saw her. He wanted to see her for a while longer, even if it was just to watch her cooking.
Unable to deceive him, she had no choice but to turn on the pot and wait for the water to boil. She immediately poured the dumplings in and started stirring them with a spoon.
"That's not it." Leng Zimo strode over and grabbed her hand that was holding the handle of the spoon from behind, "This way, stir slowly in one direction so it won't break."
Holding their palms together and smelling the fragrance of her hair, he naturally lowered his face and kissed her ear gently.
