Holding Luo Xiaoqian’s hand, Leng Zimo carefully walked to the door, opened it a crack, and peeked outside.
The hallway was quiet, with no bodyguards or anyone else in sight, and only then did he open the door wider.
"I’m... leaving."
Luo Xiaoqian whispered softly, glanced at his face, and stepped forward to leave.
Just as she took a step, he pulled her back into his arms.
With a swift motion, Leng Zimo closed the door and pressed her against it, kissing her once more. But after just a peck on the lips, he released her, embracing her tightly.
"Xiao Qian, I love you... more than you can imagine. Do you believe me?"
"I believe."
In his arms, Luo Xiaoqian replied softly.
"I’ll get you out of here as soon as possible. Take good care of yourself. For our future, you must stay well."
"I will."
Leng Zimo forced himself to let her go, "Go upstairs."
Looking up at him, Luo Xiaoqian tiptoed and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
"Zimo, goodnight kiss."
"Goodnight."
He smiled contentedly.
"I really have to go."
Her tone was slightly helpless.
"Here’s your late-night snack." Leng Zimo turned and brought the tray to her, "The milk has gotten a bit cold. I’ll heat it up for you."
"No need, drinking it cold occasionally is fine, too."



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