Luo Xiaoqian opened her eyes, and from her angle, she could just make out the scars she had left on Leng Zimo’s chest.
After hesitating for two seconds, she spoke up softly.
"Leng Zimo, I want you!"
It was as if it was a debt she owed him, this time, whatever his demands, she would follow his heart!
If he wanted her to speak, she would speak, if he wanted her to do, she would do.
In the pale morning light streaming through the curtains, her face was flushed, her clear and bright eyes brimming with moisture. Although she tried to remain calm, she still couldn’t hide her embarrassment.
Leng Zimo could no longer contain himself, and bending down, he kissed her.
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...
When everything was over, and he was quietly holding her sweat-dampened body, both of them were covered in a thin layer of perspiration.
"Does it hurt a bit?" he asked softly, holding her.
Luo Xiaoqian couldn’t bring herself to say it, just shook her head very slightly, "I’m going to take a shower!"
His body was so close to hers, and she really wasn’t used to facing him so soberly at this time, especially recalling how she had lost control earlier, making her wish she could just crawl into a crack in the ground.
"Hold me for a while!" His arms encircling her body didn’t relax, and with his other hand, he lifted it to stroke her head, "In the future, don’t always ignore what I say!"
In fact, he really didn’t want to lose his temper at her, but she always provoked him, and he simply couldn’t control his emotions.
"It’s because you’re too demanding!" she retorted quietly in his arms.
"That’s also because you’re not good enough!" There was not a hint of self-reflection in his tone.


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