Truly harmonious lovers don't need too many words, just like now, Leng Zimo can feel her emotions without even looking into her eyes.
Raising his palm, Leng Zimo gently held her face, looking closely at the face that even after seeing it countless times would still make his heart flutter.
His fingers slowly slid over her skin, from her forehead to her eyebrows, cheeks, lips, the smooth line of her chin... and her hair, his favorite round earlobes.
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Leng Zimo, like a child, buried his face in her chest, listening to her heartbeat.
Luo Xiaoqian held his head, breathing heavily as she kissed his hair, her fingers combing through it—tomorrow, this hair would be cut off.
"Xiao Qian!"
Leng Zimo lifted his face from her chest, his voice was terribly hoarse.
Luo Xiaoqian didn't speak, she just tilted her face slightly and kissed his lips once more.
Tonight, she wanted to be with him, to love him wholeheartedly once again.
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