Five years ago, when she was with him, she was always shy and rarely took the initiative to kiss him.
At that time, she always thought that there would be time and opportunity to slowly learn everything in the future.
Later, after she left him, she always thought of things she had never done and only regretted them. Now that she finally had another chance, she didn't want to let it go.
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In the kitchen, the lights were bright, and water was dripping from the faucet. Under the light, a man and a woman hugged each other tightly.
Between the separated collars of her shirt, her necklace was tilted to one side, half hidden and half exposed.
He lowered his face, gritted her third button, and put his face against the key that slipped out of the collar. The cold touch suddenly woke him up.
Leng Zimo gritted his teeth and stood up, raising his hand to straighten her shirt again.
"It's getting late, I'm... leaving."
His voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that he was suppressing strong emotions.
He said that he wanted more than just her body. He couldn't touch her until she was sure she wanted to be with him.
His arm suddenly pulled away, and Luo Xiaoqian lost support and almost fell.
Standing firm and looking at him who had already reached the kitchen door, she called out urgently.
"Zimo."
Leng Zimo took a deep breath and turned his back to her.
"Go to bed early. I'll come over tomorrow morning to help you and Mo Mo make breakfast. I'm leaving first."
He didn't dare to look at her. This woman had a fatal attraction for him. He was so afraid that if he looked at her again, his endurance would instantly collapse.
There was no response from behind, only the sound of footsteps approaching.
Her footsteps seemed to step on his heart.
Looking at the tall back of the man in front of her, Luo Xiaoqian was also fighting fiercely in her heart.
She knew that she should let him go, but another voice was also clamoring.
Luo Xiaoqian, he is yours, he was originally yours, the man you have been thinking about is right in front of you, stay, let him stay.
His back showed loneliness and loneliness.
Her fingers finally reached over and pinched the back of his shirt, which had been pulled out of order by her.
At first, I just pinched it lightly with two fingers, then tightened my fingers and held it tightly in my palm.
"Zimo, don't go, don't leave me!" she said behind him.
Leng Zimo turned around and looked at her. Under the light, her hair was messy, but she was still so beautiful.
She loosened her fingers, but bravely raised her eyes to look at him.
He took a step, and the distance between her and him disappeared instantly. He raised his hand to hook her chin, and he looked at her deeply.
"you sure?"
"Sure!"
Her lips opened and closed, and she just uttered two words.
Very light, yet firm.
As soon as she opened her mouth, the next moment, his body was pressing over her, squeezing her against the refrigerator behind him.
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She grasped his shoulders tightly and took a deep breath.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry!"
"No...it doesn't matter."
She looked at him with flushed cheeks and whispered.
As long as he likes it, it doesn't matter to her.
Under the light, she looked extremely cute and alluring.
"Sissi, you are mine!"
Holding her, he whispered.
She hugged him too.
"Zimo, you are mine too, you will always be mine!"
No matter it is your person or your heart, whether it was before or in the future, it will always belong to me, Luo Xiaoqian!
"good."
He should.
He wants this woman.
Whether it was her person or her heart, he wanted it all, and more importantly, she also wanted to have him. The feeling of being desired was far more intense than the feeling of longing.
