Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes, "Please, the one who looks most like a dumpling is you."
Leng Zimo’s fingers paused on her chin, gently lifting her face, "Then why don’t you just eat me up?"
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened.
"You haven’t cooked yet!"
Her mouth teased and her heart blushed, yet she had already placed the bowl and chopsticks in her hands onto the stovetop to the side.
Leng Zimo’s gaze swept over the bowl on the stovetop and he promptly swept her into his arms, "It’s not too late to cook now."
Carrying her out of the kitchen with large strides, the usually cleanliness-loving him didn’t bother with the messy kitchen anymore, and directly took her upstairs to the bedroom’s bathroom.
Setting her down in a corner of the bathroom, he lifted his arm against the wall, trapping her between his body and the wall.
"I remember, you said you would help me bathe."
Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, then stretched out her arms to untie the knot behind his apron, lifting it off him and setting it aside before starting to undo his shirt buttons.
As she did these things, Leng Zimo’s face naturally leaned towards hers, pressing against her hair, his breath right by her ear.
"I want to hear it again."
Leng Zimo whispered softly in her ear.
Luo Xiaoqian was very clear about what he wanted to hear.
"Leng Zimo, I love you!"
She lifted her face to look at him and said loudly.
His kiss landed again on her ear, accompanied by his voice, almost a murmur.
"Luo Xiaoqian, I love you too, very much, much more than you can imagine!"
His kiss once again descended, this time on her lips.
Pressing her against the wall, he caught his breath and released her lips.
"Xiao Qian, bite me!"
"Huh?"
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