Luo Xiaoqian opened her eyes, and from her angle, she could just make out the scars she had left on Leng Zimo's chest.
After hesitating for two seconds, she spoke up softly.
"Leng Zimo, I want you!"
It was as if it was a debt she owed him, this time, whatever his demands, she would follow his heart!
If he wanted her to speak, she would speak, if he wanted her to do, she would do.
In the pale morning light streaming through the curtains, her face was flushed, her clear and bright eyes brimming with moisture. Although she tried to remain calm, she still couldn't hide her embarrassment.
Leng Zimo could no longer contain himself, and bending down, he kissed her.
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...
When everything was over, and he was quietly holding her sweat-dampened body, both of them were covered in a thin layer of perspiration.
"Does it hurt a bit?" he asked softly, holding her.
Luo Xiaoqian couldn't bring herself to say it, just shook her head very slightly, "I'm going to take a shower!"
