She knew what he was going to do, but she didn't want to avoid it.
Leng Zimo lowered his face and cautiously touched her lips.
He was a little unsure and was afraid that she would resist, so he kissed her very carefully.
When their lips touched each other, it was like an electric shock, and a numbing feeling suddenly spread from the slightly touching lips of the two people, and went straight to the bottom of their hearts.
She didn't resist!
Leng Zimo felt ecstasy in his heart, raised his hands, hooked her waist, and held her in his arms. His kiss also began to increase in intensity.
Five years later, the two reunited and separated. Basically, they had never been apart. He even pushed back many necessary business trips when he could, and the ones he couldn't push would compress the time. This was the reunion of the two after five years.
The longest separation.
Day and night these days, he has been thinking about her, almost going crazy.
Her warmth, her sweetness, everything about her... were enough to make him lose control and go crazy. Kissing her lips, Leng Zimo naturally wanted more, and his arms tightened more and more.
His breath suddenly enveloped her, and the scent, as sweet as chocolate, made her drunk.
When Luo Xiaoqian was kissed by him, she felt as if countless fireworks were scattering in her mind, and among these fireworks, there were countless tiny and scattered pictures.
Hot moxibustion kisses, burning palms... and some sounds.
"Xiao Qian, do you know how beautiful you are..."
"Xiao Qian, I love you..."
"Xiao Qian..."
Those were all the voices of a man. She didn't know who he was, or his name, or even what he looked like, but she knew that that man loved her.
And she did not reject him, because she had been so crazy with him, just like the crazy things she had done with this chef in her dreams.
Being kissed by him, Luo Xiaoqian's body naturally became soft and weak, as if she was about to melt into his arms.
Snapped!
The juice cup in his hand slid down weakly, fell heavily to the floor, and exploded into pieces.
The sudden sound startled both of them. Leng Zimo came back to his senses and hurriedly let go of her. Then he looked at the floor worriedly, squatted down, carefully wiped the juice off her calf, and inspected her carefully.
After taking a look around to confirm that she was not injured, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Xiaoqian stood there and watched him carefully wipe off the juice on her calf with his palm. Although he had never drank juice, she felt a sweetness in her heart that was better than juice.
Squatting down, she stretched out her fingers to help him sort out the glass fragments.
His tone was very domineering, but there was also a deep feeling of doting in his domineering tone.
The important thing is that he speaks Chinese.
Unlike when he speaks foreign languages, when he speaks Chinese, his voice quality seems more pleasant. She likes his voice, especially the voice in Chinese. That voice has a power that makes her feel at ease.
"I want to drink juice."
Luo Xiaoqian whispered, like a little girl acting coquettishly.
"I'll squeeze another glass for you later." Leng Zimo carefully collected the glass shards on the ground.
"I want to drink this." She stretched out her right hand to hold his wrist, then stretched out the fingers of her left hand to dip half of the cup in his hand into the juice, and then stretched out her fingers with the juice to
He sucked it between his lips and said, "Well, it's really sweet and delicious."
