Because Luo Xiaoqian had been holding her body up with no reaction at all, this tiny movement of hers became exceptionally noticeable.
Feeling the unusual movement of Luo Xiaoqian’s body in his arms, Leng Zimo suddenly came back to his senses.
Lifting his face from her neck, he looked at Luo Xiaoqian in front of him, and Leng Zimo’s brows tightened instantly.
"Did I hurt you?"
Damn it, how could he do such a thing to her at this time!
Leng Zimo, you really deserve to die!
Weren’t you trying to comfort her? How did it turn out like this, you idiot!
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face away, silent.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the restless emotions within him, Leng Zimo carefully picked her up horizontally and took her upstairs step by step, placing her on the pillow.
Luo Xiaoqian thought he wanted to continue upstairs, so she turned her face to the other side, closed her eyes, and assumed an attitude of letting him do as he pleased.
Her behavior only made him even more frustrated and heartbroken.
Sighing to himself, Leng Zimo turned and walked into the bathroom.
Closing the door, he directly turned on the faucet, scooped up cold water, and washed his face several times. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror, but all he saw was her face, her body as lustrous as jade under the moonlight...
He cursed lowly, then stood directly under the showerhead and turned on the cold water.


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