Kissing Luo Xiaoqian under her, Leng Zimo carefully unbuttoned her clothes, and her movements were gentle.

He was not in a hurry, here, there was no work waiting, this whole night, she was his.

He kissed her and didn't let him move, and little by little his hands untied everything that bound her from her.

Hemp shirts, jeans......

One by one, he took it off, threw it away, and landed on the jacquard carpet, piled up like blooming flowers.

Leng Zimo kissed her face and straightened up, "Let me see you." ”

He got up and slammed the curtain open.

Silver moonlight immediately poured in through the window, spilling over most of the room and the entire bed.

The room suddenly lit up, and Luo Xiaoqian instinctively shrank up.

Although the two have been intimate countless times, she is still not used to being so unobstructed in front of him.

Her skin was dyed with moonlight, like porcelain, delicate and shining, and her long hair was scattered over the white sheets, like black flowers blooming.

In the moonlight, Leng Zimo walked back to the bedside and reached over her long hair.

"Silly girl, do you know how beautiful you are?!"

Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face buried in the sheets and grimaced at him with a red face.

"You are a lover's eyes."

His fingers lifted up and landed on her face, and bounced over her shoulders like a harp, and flowed over the crook of her neck for a moment, and a thin layer of small bumps immediately appeared on her body.

"Is it cold?"

Sensing the change in her skin, he asked with concern.

"Nope."

She whispered vaguely.

How can it be cold?!

Her heart was beating so hard now that his fingers were burning her like flames.

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"Zimo!"

She called him again.

He crawled over and kissed her comfortingly.

"Xiaoqian, you are my princess, I want to give you all the happiness!"

He was going to give him, all he could, not just his favors, but all the pleasures that all the women of this world could enjoy.

Whether it's physical, spiritual, or physical.

Because of her, it's worth it!

Whispering, he hugged her again, his movements extremely gentle.

She groaned softly, and her arms reached over to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Zimo, I love you, I love love."

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The next day, Luo Xiaoqian was in bed again.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was still dark, and the heavy velvet curtains were enough to block out all the sunlight without disturbing her sleep.

"Awake?" Hearing her voice, Leng Zimo looked away from the table on the side, stood up and walked to the bed, bent down and kissed her face, "Are you hungry, I'm going to bring breakfast?" ”

Luo Xiaoqian gave him a good morning kiss back, and her eyes fell on the table, "What are you writing?" ”

"I'll show it to me." Leng Zimo got up and took the paper on the table, Luo Xiaoqian had already sat up with the quilt, and he sent the paper in his hand to her.

When she saw the contents of the paper, her face turned red all at once.

"Rogues, scoundrels!"

On the paper, it was not a word, but a painting, and it was her, and she was lying naked on the pillow, and it was obvious that the background was the current bed.

"Don't worry, this is just a draft, and when I paint it another day, I'll cover the key parts with a sheet."

Luo Xiaoqian's face suddenly collapsed, "You still want to paint it as an oil painting?!" ”

"Not only do I have to make a picture, but I also have to frame and hang it." Leng Zimo turned his face and looked at the wall opposite the bed, "It's hanging there." ”

Not only to paint in oil, but also to hang on the wall?!