Father Leng’s Invitation [7]
Under the moonlight, Leng Zimo’s dark eyes shone like stars, his gaze brimming with a doting expression.
Gazing at his broad back, Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, stepped forward, and leaned onto his back. When she was young, she always envied other kids who were carried home on their father’s back. But her father was simply too busy, spending no more than a month at home in total each year, so there was hardly any time for him to spend with her.
Leng Zimo supported her body with his hands and stood straight up, walking step by step towards home.
When he had finished reading that notebook, he had already decided to help her fulfill her dreams, one by one.
The moonlight, frost-like, cast the silhouettes of the two.
Luo Xiaoqian lay on his back, recalling how he had looked through her notebook that afternoon, and she suddenly realized why he was doing this.
She didn’t speak, just spread her arms out into the half-empty space.
"Zimo, I want to fly!"
"Okay!"
He laughed, then began to run forward with her on his back, taking long strides.
The wind swept up her long hair and rushed through her outstretched arms—it truly felt like flying.
She laughed out loud and then wrapped her arms around him, turning his face towards her with her palm.
"Zimo, I’m so lucky to have met you!"
He was about to speak when she leaned in proactively and kissed his lips.
Releasing one arm to let her slide down, he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back.
The waves, the beach, the two of them became one with the kiss.
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