In front of her eyes, Leng Zimo's face quickly approached, so close that Luo Xiaoqian could already feel his breath.
His breath was very hot, hitting her face and seeming to make her face hot.
Realizing what he was going to do, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly took a step back.
"No, you can't..."
How could she be intimate with a stranger she had just met for two days?
"I...I didn't mean that, I...I..." she said incoherently, not knowing what she was talking about, "I'm not the kind of casual woman, and...you...you have a wife,
I……"
Leng Zimo was startled for a moment, then came to his senses. He was not disappointed, he just looked at her with a smile.
"sorry."
Luo Xiaoqian could naturally understand such simple Italian, and she waved her hands hurriedly, "No...it's not your fault, I...I...I don't know how to say it...I don't hate you, I just
…”
Speaking of this, Luo Xiaoqian was suddenly stunned.
God, doesn’t she hate him, does she like him?!
Realizing this, Luo Xiaoqian just blamed herself and felt upset.
How could she be like this? He was a man with a wife, and she was still pregnant with a child. Although she didn't know who the father was, she was sure it wasn't his. How could she like him? Could it be that she was such an indulgent and carefree person?
woman?
Looking at the eager and annoyed expression on her face, Leng Zimo had already guessed what she was thinking, and couldn't help feeling heartbroken. It was all his own, so why couldn't he have more control and do such a thing to embarrass her?
"sissi..." Leng Zimo stepped forward, held her shoulders, and said in Chinese, "She...is not here...do you...understand?"
she?
who?
"Your wife?"
Leng Zimo nodded.
"She...is dead?" Luo Xiaoqian asked in surprise.
Leng Zimo shook his head.
"She... left you?" Luo Xiaoqian asked again.
This time, Leng Zimo nodded.
Luo Xiaoqian frowned, "Why are you so obviously in love with each other?"
Leng Zimo shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.
Seeing the disappointed look on his face, Luo Xiaoqian also felt heartbroken.
It's not that he died, but that he left him. His wife must have betrayed him. How could she bear such a good man?
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she would betray you. I'm so sorry." Luo Xiaoqian apologized hurriedly.
betray?
Leng Zimo was stunned, but did not explain.
Whatever, let her think so for the time being, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain it to her.
"You...she...looks like..." He looked at her face and said, "So...I'm sorry!"
It turned out that because she was so similar to his wife, he couldn't help himself.
Luo Xiaoqian raised the corners of her lips, "It doesn't matter."
"sorry."
Withdrawing his hand on her shoulder, Leng Zimo apologized again. This time, it was not because of what happened just now, but because of his deception. He once said that he would always be honest with her, but this time, there was really no other way.
I can lie.
"I understand you, it really doesn't matter." Luo Xiaoqian turned around and continued walking forward, "Is your wife Asian like me?"
Leng Zimo said kindly, helped her pick up her shoes, and continued walking forward.
Noticing a starfish not far away, Luo Xiaoqian took two quick steps, picked it up from the beach, carefully blew off the sand on it, and brought it to Leng Zimo, "A good man like you will be a good man in the future."
