Luo Xiaoqian did as she was told, and stretched her cold hand out of his clothes, touching the scar on his shoulder. She straightened up with her arms and looked at his shoulder.
"Does it still hurt?"
This scar was bitten by her on the night she said "I love you" to him for the first time. Five years later, the wound has long since healed, and now only a shallow scar remains.
It is said that beauty can be seen under the lamp.
The light in the master bedroom of the RV was very dim. Under the light, her long hair was slightly scattered. The cotton pajamas on her body had already slipped under her shoulders, exposing half of her shoulders. The silver key was gently dangling between her half-exposed chest.
How tempting.
"The pain has stopped a long time ago!" Leng Zimo straightened up and half-pressed her, "Honey, since you're not sleepy, why don't we do something bad?"
Luo Xiaoqian's face heated up, "Momo..."
"The little thing sleeps like a little pig and can't hear." He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, "And I will be very gentle."
She didn't speak, she just parted her lips and actively responded to his kiss.
Kissing her, Leng Zimo stretched out his fingers, grabbed her palm, and intertwined with her slightly cold fingers.
Under the dim light, two wedding rings are closely attached to each other.
The two figures were reflected on the wall arm of the RV.
Outside the car window is the late night of early autumn.
The wind blows from the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and gradually becomes gentle when it reaches the sea. The sea surface has light waves, reflecting the sparkling moonlight.
This night is so gentle.
…
…
one year later.
London, England.
Duke of Kent's Palace.
On the lawn of the Duke's Palace Garden, white flowers and ribbons decorate the entire garden particularly holy.
On the lawn, guests gathered.
In addition to the important members of the Kent family, there are also many celebrities from all walks of life in the UK. Today is the full moon ceremony and the baptism day of the new heir of the Kent family. Such ceremonies have always been very grand in this family.
In the bedroom upstairs, Mo Bei was dressing the baby on the bed with the help of the maid.
The little guy is a boy, born very delicately, with a chubby little face as tender as a fresh lotus root, and water seems to flow out if he pinches it gently. He has big black and white eyes inherited from his mother, and his hair is slightly curly.
, but it was inherited from his grandfather, the Duke of Kent.
With soft footsteps, Jiao Yang walked into the door with the Duke of Kent and his mother, both in formal attire, and came to Mo Bei's side.
Looking at the little guy who had put on soft white clothes and a white hat, even the most serious Duke of Kent couldn't help but smile the most tenderly.
"Can I hug it?!"
"Of course!" Mo Bei carefully picked up his son and put it in his hands.
"Be careful, hold your neck and waist!" Jiao Yalin reminded softly.
Carefully holding the soft little guy, the Duke of Kent beamed with joy, "Look at him, he looks like a little angel."
"Yes!" Jiao Yalin stretched out her hand and gently pinched the little guy's soft palm, "It's even cuter than when Yangyang was little."
"Mom, I remember you saying at that time that I was the most beautiful baby in the world." Jiao Yang said with a smile.
"Yes, that's because I haven't met my grandson yet." Jiao Yalin said with a smile.
The whole family started to smile. Even the little guy, who was only a month old, had his toothless mouth grinning and seemed to be smiling.
