In front of her, Leng Zimo’s face quickly approached, so close that Luo Xiaoqian could already feel his breath.
His breath was hot, hitting her face, almost making her face feel warm.
Realizing what he was about to do, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly took a step back.
"No, you can’t..."
How could she get intimate with a stranger she had just met two days ago?
"I... I didn’t mean that, I... I..." she stammered, not even knowing what she was saying, "I’m not that kind of casual woman, and... you... you have a wife, I..."
Leng Zimo was taken aback, then came to his senses, without disappointment, he just smiled and looked at her.
"I’m sorry."
Such simple Italian, Luo Xiaoqian naturally understood, and she quickly waved her hand, "No... it’s not your fault, I... I... I don’t know what to say... It’s not that I dislike you, I just..."
At this point, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly froze.
Oh my god, it’s not that she dislikes him, does she actually like him?!
Realizing this, Luo Xiaoqian felt both guilty and annoyed with herself.
How could she think this way, he’s a married man, and she’s carrying a child, though she doesn’t know who the father is, she’s certain it’s not him. How could she like him? Does this mean she’s such a promiscuous woman?
Seeing the urgent and vexed expression on her face, Leng Zimo could already guess what was on her mind, feeling a pang of heartache. It was all his fault, why couldn’t he control himself a bit and ended up doing something like that, putting her in a difficult position?
"Sissi..." Leng Zimo stepped forward a bit, held her shoulders, and said in Chinese, "She... is not... here... do you... understand?"
She?
Who?
"Your wife?"
Leng Zimo nodded.
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