Slightly cool, slightly slippery, soft touch, like a feather, gently passing by, but it brings a strange throbbing.
A faint scent of hair overflowed and floated on his nose.
Leng Zimo took a gentle breath. The smell was refreshing and not overly exaggerated. He liked it very much.
Luo Xiaoqian considerately released his "injured leg" and when she straightened up, she did not forget to remind him, "Bend a little inward so that you won't touch the wound."
"good."
He responded lightly.
Standing up, Luo Xiaoqian closed the car door, then walked back to the side of the cab, opened the door and got in. When she was fastening her seat belt, she did not forget to look at him. Seeing that he was not wearing a seat belt, she immediately reminded him
.
"seat belt!"
Back then, when she was with him, he would remember to remind her every time. Now, when it was his turn, he had forgotten it?
Leng Zimo pulled on the seat belt and fastened it.
Luo Xiaoqian then started the car, slowly drove out of the parking lot and onto the driveway.
"Is Mo Mo's body okay?" Leng Zimo asked.
"I just called the teacher in the elevator. The teacher said he was in good spirits. You don't have to worry." Luo Xiaoqian replied.
"You look very busy."
"fine."
"Thank you for the breakfast earlier."
"It's just a little effort, you're so kind."
…
While the two were chatting, the car drove onto the suburban expressway. Leng Zimo stopped talking, but kept his eyes on her face.
From her forehead, I looked at her eyes, nose, lingering on her lips for a while, and then down again, looking at her neck, which was half covered by her hair, and her neck, which was strangled by the seat belt, and became increasingly clear-cut.
Chest.
On her chest and between her collar, a corner of the pendant under the necklace was vaguely exposed.
The bright, silver-white semicircle looks like a key?
"Your necklace is very special."
necklace?!
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face, and when she saw her half-exposed key, she immediately retracted her palm, lifted up her collar, and completely hid the key between her collars.
After driving off the highway, Luo Xiaoqian drove the car directly into the community where he lived.
Watching her drive the car near her door, Leng Zimo's eyes showed surprise.
"You know my family?!"
"No, I just know that you live in this community. Which house is yours?"
Luo Xiaoqian's foot, which had been on the brake, immediately moved back to the accelerator. Even though she had already arrived at his house, she continued to drive forward.
"You've passed it," Leng Zimo said.
"Oh, I thought it was still ahead."
Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief, put on the reverse gear, and backed the car back to the door of his house.
The two got out of the car together. Luo Xiaoqian held his arm and walked into the living room with him. She helped him sit down on the sofa. She bent over and took out the medical bag from under the coffee table.
Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, "You seem to know my family very well."
Noticing Leng Zimo's confused eyes, she concealed a smile and said, "I...I'm also used to putting the first aid kit under the coffee table."
Lifting his "injured leg", she opened the first aid kit, took out disinfectant cotton, carefully disinfected the wound on his leg, and wrapped it in cotton wool.
"It's best not to get wet first to avoid inflammation and infection." Luo Xiaoqian carefully put down his trouser legs, picked up the medicine on the table and wanted to throw it away.
"Your name is Luo Xiaoqian."
He, knows her name?!
Luo Xiaoqian was shocked, her steps were chaotic, the toes of her high heels hooked on the legs of the coffee table, her body instantly lost balance, and with a scream, she fell directly towards the coffee table.
"careful!"
Leng Zimo exclaimed, put his arms around her waist, and tightened his arms, her body was in his arms.
"Thanks!"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face in shock and met his dark eyes, looking at her so closely.
