After agreeing, Luo Xiaoqian took out some fruits from the refrigerator, washed them, put them in a fruit plate and went upstairs to Luo Jun's room. The two of them had finished the first game.
"Who won?!" Luo Xiaoqian sat on the carpet next to Luo Jun with fruit in her hands.
"Of course it's me!" Luo Jun looked proud.
"Awesome!" Luo Xiaoqian kissed him on the face, then stuffed a grape into his mouth, "A grape as a reward."
"So sweet." Luo Jun chewed the grapes and looked at Leng Zimo provocatively, "Come again?"
"Watch me kill you till you leave nothing behind." Leng Zimo said with a smile.
So the two started again, and finally ended with Leng Zimo's victory.
"Where's my reward?" Leng Zimo looked at Luo Xiaoqian with a half-smile.
Seeing the ambiguous meaning in his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian pretended not to understand, raised her hand and handed over a grape, "That's yours."
He opened his mouth and swallowed the grapes, but he swallowed the grapes with her fingers to his lips, and the tip of his tongue passed over her fingertips, making them numb.
She was busy retracting her fingers, but he had already turned to the TV screen again, "Momo, come again!"
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Turning around, more than half an hour had passed. After Leng Zimo won the game again, he glanced at the watch on his wrist. He put down the game controller in his hand, "It's half past eight, Momo, it's time to go to bed."
Luo Jun put down the game controller and stood up from the carpet, "Uncle Zimo, can you finish telling me the unfinished story?"
"Of course!" Leng Zimo bent down and picked up the little guy from the ground, "Let's go and listen to a story and go to bed."
After the two men left, Luo Xiaoqian packed up all the fruits and things on the floor, turned off the TV, walked to the door of her bedroom, gently pushed the door open a crack, and saw the little guy lying on the ground.
Leng Zimo was lying next to him on the pillow, telling him a story.
Smiling, she closed the door tightly and went downstairs to clean up the kitchen.
By the time she finished washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, Leng Zimo had already walked downstairs to the kitchen and "fell silently to sleep."
"You are so awesome. Every time I have to coax him to sleep for a long time." Luo Xiaoqian took off her gloves and stood at the sink to wash her hands.
Leng Zimo came over and stood behind her. Leng Zimo's arms naturally stretched out from behind to wrap around her waist, "That's because he knows that today is different from usual!"
His breath was right next to her ears, and his warm chest was right behind her. Through the thin clothes, she could feel his temperature and the hardness of his chest. Her heart suddenly beat wildly, and her back suddenly became tight.
of.
"I've been thinking about you."
His kiss fell naturally and burned on the side of her neck.
"Zimo." She was frightened and turned around in panic, "You..."
His arms were supported on the sink, trapping her between the sink and his body. It wasn't tight, but he didn't give her a chance to escape.
When their eyes met, it seemed that the whole world suddenly became quiet.
She heard her heartbeat, thundering rapidly in her chest, as if it would jump out of her chest at any time.
"Is it time to pay back what you owe me?" He asked softly, looking into her eyes.
His eyes were so expectant that she couldn't refuse.
Straightening up, she raised her palms to support his face. Her hands still had water stains from the time she just washed them. They were slightly cold, but her palms were so soft and warm, falling on his.
The face has two completely different temperatures, cold and hot.
