"Are you sad?" Luo Xiaoqian saw the deep look in his eyes, "I'm sorry..."
They used to love each other so much, but she doesn't remember him at all. He must be sad, right?
"No, Xiaoqian, don't apologize to me. There is no need to apologize between us. I know that these are not of your own free will..." Leng Zimo held her face distressedly, his eyes full of doting, "
Actually, you still remember me, don’t you?”
"I dreamed about you."
Luo Xiaoqian whispered, and after finishing speaking, her face suddenly turned red.
There are two main types of dreams she has. One is to see a distant figure playing the piano, and the person's face cannot be seen clearly. The other is to be very close, extremely close to him, doing the most intimate things, but still unable to see the person's face.
Clear his face.
The only time I saw him clearly, what I saw was his disguised appearance.
Thinking of those things, Luo Xiaoqian felt ashamed and did not dare to look directly at him, but lowered her eyes slightly.
The moonlight hit her little face. Her face was half in the moonlight and half in the darkness. Her eyes were shining with water. Because she was a little shy, her long eyelashes were slightly drooped, casting a light shadow.
"What did you dream about me?"
Leng Zimo asked curiously.
This piece of music did not stimulate her nerves, or it was not the part that she paid most attention to. If he could know what she was dreaming about, he might be able to use this as a starting point to stimulate her memory.
"Actually..." Luo Xiaoqian stuck out her tongue and made a little face, "I always dream of someone playing the piano. I want to go see him, but I always can't. And..."
"Just what?"
"No...nothing..."
Luo Xiaoqian was embarrassed to speak. Even though she now knew what had happened between her and him, she was still embarrassed to talk about those dreams in front of him.
Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows and looked at her, suddenly thinking of something.
He leaned into her ear and spoke softly.
"Do you want to be intimate with me?"
Luo Xiaoqian's mind buzzed, he...he actually guessed it?!
Her face suddenly felt so hot that it was on fire. She just wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl in, and lowered her head even further.
"Tell me, right?" Leng Zimo asked domineeringly.
"Zimo..." Luo Xiaoqian raised her face, looked at him, stretched out her tongue and licked her dry lips, "You..."
She wanted to change the subject and let her talk about what happened between her and him.
Before she could finish speaking, his lips had already come to her, blocking what she wanted to say in her throat.
"Woo——"
Luo Xiaoqian's next words turned into a series of meaningless sounds.
Holding her waist with one hand, Leng Zimo's other hand had already been raised and pressed against the back of her head, hugging her. His kiss was domineering and full of predatory flavor.
If this is the part that impressed her most, let him use his enthusiasm to jog her memory.
It's just that she is so beautiful and sweet.
After kissing her, Leng Zimo easily forgot his original intention, and his attention naturally focused on the kiss itself.
He missed her so much, how could he be willing to accept this kiss?
While kissing her, his palms had already moved away from her waist, and his fingers traveled along her sides like playing a piano.
The air was taken away by him, and Luo Xiaoqian felt her heart beating faster and faster like a drum. This kiss was completely different from the previous one in the kitchen.
