Two people, looking at each other.

Luo Xiaoqian's gaze couldn't be taken off anymore.

Once, every time his eyes turned to her, it was with infinite doting, although he knew that he didn't remember her, but she still didn't want to see his unfamiliar gaze.

But at this moment, the concern in his eyes, so familiar, was as it was five years ago, every time she fell clumsily, he would always lift her up, look at her with concern, and then scold her in annoyance for being stupid.

In the past five years, she worked hard day and night, she raised Luo Jun, she worked hard, sometimes only slept a few hours a day, and she gave full play to her abilities.

Now she can easily dance in five-inch heels, or she can drive the car fast in the crowded traffic...... She is no longer the Luo Xiaoqian who used to need him to take care of her forever.

However, if she was given a choice, she would rather she be the stupid Luo Xiaoqian who let him pamper and love.

Leng Zimo's gaze also couldn't be taken away.

Her body was so close, in his arms, and the waist around her arms was soft and flexible.

Her face was so close that it was right in front of his eyes, so close that he could clearly see her long eyelashes, their roots distinct.

Her lips were so close, right next to his, the lightly painted lips parted slightly, and the snort gently pounced on his face, slightly urgent, slightly warm, slightly sweet...... But it's tempting enough.

Instead of letting go, he tightened his arms, and then, leaning down his face, leaned over to her.

From the moment he saw her, he wanted to do it, but he had been suppressing it with reason, and now, he didn't want to control himself anymore.

Looking at each other's eyes, the faces of the two people, who were already close at hand, slowly approached, and their breaths rushed to each other's faces, blending together, and they couldn't tell whether it was his or hers.

His lips touched hers, and her lips were so soft, softer than he had ever imagined.

He kissed her politely as he did every time five years ago.

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Luo Xiaoqian completely fell in his kiss, she gasped and kissed him back, her arms just instinctively reaching over and hooking his neck.

This man's embrace, this man's breath, she thought about it for five years.

Countless times, I was held in his arms in my dreams, but when I woke up, I only had the tear-soaked pillow cold on the side of my face.

Now, he was in front of her, holding her so tightly, his arms, such a familiar warmth and security, she had thought for five years, he was her poison, in front of him, her strength, her disguise, her composure and calmness...... It's all broken.

His palms slid through her hair and ran through the thin spring coat against her back, and his palms were so hot that they almost burned her.

Five years ago, he could easily control her body, and he knew her every feeling and secret.

Five years later, it's still the same.

Feeling his palm slip into her spring coat and sweep over her back, Luo Xiaoqian could barely stand up, and could only hug him tighter.

Her skin, with its delicate touch, like the ivory keys on the piano, tempted his fingers.

Five years later, she was still so slender that he could still easily touch her ribs.

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At that moment, she could barely breathe.

Leng Zimo is no better than her, her body, her softness, her soft moan...... All of this was very irritating to him, and the man's instinct almost overwhelmed his sanity.

He is not satisfied, he wants more.

He wants her!

Now, immediately, immediately......