He made juice for her, and she felt a bit guilty for wasting it by not drinking even a sip.
Leng Zimo looked up, watching her with a smile as she looked so adorably like a little girl.
Whether she had memories or not, she was still his Luo Xiaoqian, even though she was almost a mother of two, she still retained a rare innocence at her core.
Seeing her reach out towards the juice again, Leng Zimo reached over, grasped her hand, brought her juice-stained fingers to his lips, and licked off the juice.
His tongue skimmed over her fingers, but it felt like a feather brushing against her heart, and Luo Xiaoqian's mind buzzed with a low hum, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.
Leng Zimo noticed the tremor of her fingertips, looked up at her with a face almost as red as dripping blood, and felt his own blood rushing hot.
Damn it, if they weren't here, he would definitely have carried her into the bedroom for an intimate moment.
