Until everything was over, Luo Xiaoqian's heartbeat and breathing could not calm down for a long time.
Holding him in his arms, she looked at the ceiling and suddenly wanted to laugh.
What right does she have to hate Lu Hao? She is not just like him.
Luo Xiaoqian, you are a bad woman!
Lu Hao, he and Ben didn't have to do anything to bring her back to her original form instantly.
The ceiling in front of her suddenly became blurry, and her tears slid down the corners of her eyes, dripping on his chest, feeling slightly cold.
Leng Zimo raised his hand and touched her face, only to find that his hand was full of tears. He raised his body slightly and looked into her eyes. When he saw that she was crying, there was a cold look in his eyes.
"You're thinking about him again!"
He was not questioning, but stating the truth angrily.
Luo Xiaoqian didn't speak, she just looked at the ceiling, her tears were like broken beads that couldn't stop.
Leng Zimo, have you loved someone for ten years? Do you know what ten years means? A person who has been in love for ten years is like a thorn in the heart. It has been engraved in the heart. Why?
Maybe you just forget it!
Leng Zimo wanted to dry her eyes, but couldn't do it.
He is angry!
So he no longer cared about her tears, biting them like an animal.
Luo Xiaoqian was like a zombie, losing all feeling.
If her heart aches to the extreme, how can she feel the pain again?!
Her coldness made Leng Zimo angrier and bit her harder.
"You are mine, mine!"
She finally recovered from the pain and looked into his eyes with an apology on her face.
"I'm sorry, Leng Zimo!"
Apart from her father, he is the best man in the world to her. She should be grateful to him, but she really cannot be a qualified lover.
He said nothing, but hugged her again.
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It wasn't until Luo Xiaoqian fainted in his arms that Leng Zimo recovered from his madness.
Looking at her little face, Leng Zimo's eyebrows knitted tightly.
Under the dim light, even he couldn't help but feel pity for the little woman in his arms.
Pulling the thin quilt to cover her body, he stood up, casually grabbed his bathrobe from the floor and put it on his body. He grabbed the mobile phone on the table and dialed a number.
"Block Lu Hao... I want him to disappear completely from the entertainment industry!"
His voice was extremely cold, and every word was filled with endless anger.
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When Luo Xiaoqian woke up again, it was almost noon the next day.
When she opened her eyes, she didn't see Leng Zimo.
The room was in a mess, and every bone and skin of hers seemed to be in pain. Fortunately, she had a day off today, otherwise, she would really doubt that she would have the energy to go to EM for training classes.
That man was like a beast last night.
She knew that he was angry.
She promised him that she would be a good lover, but obviously, she failed to do so, and this was his punishment.
Raising her hand to touch her still sore lips, she stood up slowly, put on her bathrobe and walked into the bathroom. Her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand. She grabbed the sink to keep from falling.
Showering was out of the question, so she had no choice but to use his bathtub.
I hope he doesn't mind, she really doesn't have the strength to go downstairs in the bathtub.
When the water was turned on, she had already untied the gauze on her leg, and the wounds from last night had formed dark red scabs.
There were traces of him all over her body, and there were even a few cyan tooth marks near the scratches left by Lu Hao.
Luo Xiaoqian smiled bitterly.
How possessive is this man?
She has to worry about even a scar. Should she call him childish or domineering?
