"Yes."
Her answer was simple and direct.
"How much?"
She didn't speak, just lifted her arm, wrapped it around his neck, and then her lips moved towards him.
Leng Zimo's hand naturally moved to support the back of her head, allowing him to kiss her more deeply.
The woman in his arms, he loved her so much that no amount of closeness was ever enough. Every time he saw her, he couldn't help but want to hold her tight and love her dearly. Now, finally having the chance to be close to her, he certainly wouldn't waste this rare intimate moment.
Her lips were even sweeter than he remembered.
Such a close bond between them was the greatest comfort he could have.
For a long time.
For a long time.
Only then did the two of them separate, panting heavily.
"I miss you so much." Leng Zimo said, gently nibbling on her earlobe.
Luo Xiaoqian, catching her breath lightly in his arms, whispered, "Just hold on for a few more days, then I'll make it up to you."
