I don't want her to think clearly, his kiss has fallen.

Luo Xiaoqian and Ben had no way to think about it anymore, but they were hot in his kiss.

The air was completely taken away from him, and she could barely breathe.

That kiss, I don't know how long, seemed to be very short and seemed to be as long as a shijie, and just when she thought she was going to be suffocated in this kiss, he finally let go of her lips and went to kiss her collarbone.

"Wait a minute!"

Luo Xiaoqian gasped and spoke, and at the beginning, she found that her voice was strange and slightly hoarse, as if it was not her voice.

"What's wrong?"

Leng Zimo asked softly, but still didn't let go of her, her lips and tongue were on her neck, kissing one by one, and her palms had already unbuttoned her clothes with ease.

"Isn't love supposed to start with dating?"

Isn't it true that men and women should start with dating, then hold hands and kiss, and zuihou is what comes to this?

"Are you free?"

He asked, kissing her earlobe.

"Huh?"

Itchy all over her body, she shrank slightly, a little puzzled by him Weishenme asked this.

Leng Zimo raised his face and looked into her eyes closely, "Let's start dating now." ”

Appointment?

On the pillow!

Is there such a date?!

"But ......"

She had to say anything more, and he had already pressed him over.

……

……

After completing her "first date" with Leng Zimo, Luo Xiaoqian soon fell asleep in exhaustion.

Leng Zimo looked at her flushed little face under the light, but she didn't feel sleepy.

Having just returned from the other side of the ocean, his time was still in a different state.

Got up lightly, pulled up the thin quilt for her, Leng Zimo casually took out a pajama from the cabinet and draped it on his body, took a shower in the bathroom downstairs, he lit a cigar casually, noticed that the door of the piano room was open, he walked over and wanted to close the door, and noticed a few manuscript papers on the piano through the light that penetrated from the living room, he curiously turned on the light and walked in, picking up the manuscript paper on the piano.

"Because inadvertently crossing your lifeline and disturbing your strings

……”

On the manuscript paper, it was Luo Xiaoqian who wrote the new song on the night he left - "Occasional Intersection".

In the lyrics, she vividly expresses the emotion of wanting to love but not daring to love.

Leng Zimo is a person who understands songs, and looking at those lyrics, she already understands her feelings.

When he saw the sentence, "I am just your accidental scenery, but you are the brightest stroke in my life", his heart hurt again.

How can this girl be so inferior?!

How did she know that she was the brightest stroke in his life!

Countless emotions instantly rose in his heart, Leng Zimo put the cigar in his hand in the ashtray on the small table next to him, sat down in front of the piano, took the pen from the shelf casually, and after a little heaning, he wrote three words "Only You" on the top of the blank score.

Then, he raised his hand and dropped the strings, he had not written a song in person for many years, and Leng Zimo, who had never written a love song since his debut, began to write love songs for the first time.

The next day, Luo Xiaoqian slept until almost noon before waking up.

In a blink of an eye, Leng Zimo was gone, she was not surprised, that workaholic must have gone to work again.

She reached for the watch on the table, noticed the note sticking to the bedside lamp, and lifted her hand to remove it.

"There was breakfast in the fridge, remember to heat it up."

The familiar font naturally comes from Leng Zimo.

The time showed that it was already more than eleven o'clock, Luo Xiaoqian picked up the quilt in a panic, and after a while, she lay back on the pillow again.