"As long as I'm here, there's nothing to be afraid of." He patted her back to comfort her.
"I'm afraid you're not here." She whispered.
She had already thought that he might look for her, but she was afraid, she was so afraid, so afraid that when she saw him, he would let her go.
She was so scared when she thought that from now on, his favor, his love, he... would never belong to her again.
She couldn't accept that she was like a stranger to him.
Leng Zimo's throat tightened, and his arms hugging her tightened a bit.
"Idiot, didn't I say that I would never let you go!"
He cursed in a low voice, his voice full of distressed emotions.
In the corridor, Jiao Yang looked at the two people hugging each other on the terrace, then turned and went downstairs.
It wasn't until he felt that Luo Xiaoqian in his arms had calmed down that Leng Zimo let go of her and carefully wiped away the tears on her face with his palms. Looking at the scratches on her forehead, he frowned again.
"Does it hurt?"
There were still tears in Luo Xiaoqian's eyes, but there was already a smile on her lips, "It won't hurt if you're here."
As long as he was around, she had nothing to fear.
"Smelly girl." He muttered, but he still felt uneasy. "Do you have a fever? Are there any injuries elsewhere?"
She shook her head, pursed her lips for a moment, and looked up at him like a child, "Zimo, I'm so hungry."
Leng Zimo chuckled, reached out and held her palm, "Let's go, my husband will take you to dinner."
The two held hands and went downstairs.
The three people in the living room stood up from the sofa at the same time.
"Yo!" Leng Zirui smiled evilly, "You two, are you alive again?!"
Luo Xiaoqian's face turned red, her face lowered and she said nothing.
Leng Zimo ignored his younger brother, but his eyes fell on Jiao Yang's face, "Thank you for taking care of Xiao Qian."
Jiao Yang's eyes glanced at the palms of the two people's hands, "I want to have a word with you."
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked at him, "Jiao Yang..."
Jiao Yang raised the corners of his lips, "Don't ask too much about the secrets between men."
If Luo Xiaoqian wanted to say anything else, Leng Zimo had already spoken softly, "Wait for me in the car with Yizhou and Zirui!"
Shen Yizhou and Leng Zirui had already guessed something, and immediately walked over from the sofa. Leng Zirui walked over and opened the door. Shen Yizhou helped Xiao Qian's arm, "Let's get in the car first."
Luo Xiaoqian followed him to the door, still looking at the two people in the hall with some worry.
Jiao Yang kept laughing until the door was closed tightly and she could no longer see his face, and then he stopped smiling.
"This is the last time." He looked at Leng Zimo sternly, "If you hurt her again, I promise that I will take her away from you by any means necessary. By then, you will never be able to find her again.
"
"There will be no next time." Leng Zimo's eyes met his, "She is mine, you can't take her away."
"I hope so." Jiao Yang said.
Leng Zimo's eyes glanced at the egg stains on his body, and his tone softened, "Thank you."
Jiao Yang frowned and his expression softened, "This is something I am willing to do myself. There is no need for you to thank me."
"I'm leaving." Leng Zimo turned and walked towards the door.
Jiao Yang followed him naturally.
Opening the door, Leng Zimo stopped again and turned to look at him, "Next time you boil eggs, put them with cold water so that they won't turn into bombs."
Jiao Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Thank you."
In the car, Leng Zirui chuckled, "Sister-in-law, do you think they were discussing cooking just now?!"
