Raising her hand, Luo Xiaoqian took the porridge box from his hand and cupped Leng Zimo's hand in her own.
His hand was somewhat big; as she couldn't completely wrap hers around it, she could only cradle it in her own.
Looking into his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian spoke earnestly.
"Zimo, I trust you!"
Having been with him for so long, Luo Xiaoqian didn't dare to claim she understood Leng Zimo the most, but she knew quite a bit about his temperament.
The night they first met, despite her being in that state, repeatedly making advances under the influence of the drug, he didn't take advantage of the situation but instead kept urging her to leave until later, when she was completely controlled by the drug, he did what he did to save her.
Later, when they were together.
He was domineering at times and also quite forceful, but it was because he had already had her in his heart; she just hadn't realized it.
