Leng Zimo gripped Luo Xiaoqian's fingers, entering the door code one digit after another.
Finally, he input the last number.
The door, at last, opened.
As he entered with her in his arms, Leng Zimo kicked the door shut with his foot and looked down at Luo Xiaoqian in his embrace.
"Xiao Qian, I'm so happy," he said.
Luo Xiaoqian just blushed, not daring to look at him.
Leng Zimo once again swept her into his arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.
With each step he took up the stairs, his gaze was fixed on her face, repeating emphatically.
"Luo Xiaoqian, in twenty-seven years, this is the happiest day of my life!"
Although she belonged to him, whether it was for the first time or as always.
But this time was different, because it was she who had invited him upstairs, which naturally meant something different to Leng Zimo.
It signified her acknowledgment of him.
Whether it was her heart or her being, she wanted to give herself to him.
