Seeing Leng Zimo walk in, she immediately stood up and came forward to greet him, "Are you hungry? Do you want to cook some midnight snacks for you?"
"No, I've had dinner." Leng Zimo handed the coat he took off to his subordinate, "Are you hungry?"
"I've had too much dinner, but I'm not hungry yet." Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to untie his tie and handed it to the servant, "Mo Mo has already fallen asleep."
"Okay!" Leng Zimo hugged her waist and went upstairs and walked into the bedroom. He casually sat on the side of the bed, held her waist and pulled her over to sit on his lap. "Don't worry, dad is fine. We
The wedding will be held as usual."
Luo Xiaoqian smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the face, "I know, go take a shower."
"Okay!" Leng Zimo stood up and walked into the bathroom.
By the time he came out of the shower, Luo Xiaoqian had already leaned against the bedside and was looking through the music score he had written before. He walked over naturally and sat next to her, "How was it?"
"It's beautiful." She raised her finger to point to a string of notes and hummed the melody softly, "This section is such a happy feeling."
"I feel so happy too!" Leng Zimo hugged her and buried his face in her hair. He took a deep breath and said, "Honey, you smell so good!"
"It's just your hallucination, how can I smell good?"
She never uses perfume, and barely touches cosmetics after pregnancy. Even when she takes a bath, she only uses some basic body wash. They are all natural products and basically have no fragrance.
"No, it really smells good." Leng Zimo raised his face, held up her hair and brought it to her nose, "If you don't believe it, just smell it!"
Luo Xiaoqian put her nose to it and smelled it, but didn't smell anything.
"I didn't smell anything."
"That means only I can smell it!" Leng Zimo buried his face in her neck again, gently rubbing her skin with the tip of his nose, "You know, every time I smell this scent on you,
I couldn't help but want to get close to you. At that time, I was very curious about what kind of perfume or shampoo you used. But now it seems that this is not the smell of perfume at all. It is your smell, unique to you.
The taste of Luo Xiaoqian."
Luo Xiaoqian laughed, "At that time, you liked to smoke cigars, and you always smelled of chocolate. Every time you smelled it, I felt so hungry."
He raised his face and looked at her, "It seems that I shouldn't quit smoking. If so, I can make you want to eat me every time you see me!"
Hearing the ambiguity in his tone, her face heated up and she said, "Bad guy!"
He reached into her thin home clothes, his fingers crawled across her ribs like playing a piano, and the other slipped from her waist, pierced into her hair, and kissed her neck.
, "Honey, it seems like we haven't had a bad relationship in a long time, right?!"
"It's only been...three days..." Luo Xiaoqian said while kissing her gently.
There was apologetic and unbearable tone in her tone.
Is it only three days?!
Why does he feel like he hasn't touched her in a year?!
Leng Zimo's lips slowly kissed up from her neck and kissed her lips.
She was pregnant, so he couldn't have her too often, but even if he couldn't have a big meal, he could at least enjoy a small dessert.
Her scent that only he can smell will always be her curse, no matter how he escapes.
Controlling his emotions, he hugged her tightly and took a deep breath, "I'm going to wash my face!"
"No!" Luo Xiaoqian straightened up from his arms, blushing and put her hand into his pajamas.
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I have a fever and can’t write anymore. Good night.
