He wanted to give her everything he could, not just his doting love but also all the happiness any woman in this world could enjoy.
Be it material, spiritual, or physical.
Because she, indeed, deserved it!
Murmuring, he embraced her once again, his movements incredibly gentle.
She hummed softly, her arms reaching out to wrap around his neck.
"Zimo, I love you, so much, so very much."
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The next day, Luo Xiaoqian once again indulged in a lie-in.
By the time she opened her eyes again, the room was still dim, the thick velvet curtains shut out all the sunlight without disturbing her sleep.
"Awake?" Hearing her voice, Leng Zimo shifted his gaze from the desk nearby, stood up, walked to the bed, and bent down to kiss her cheek, "Hungry, aren't you? Shall I bring up breakfast?"
Luo Xiaoqian gave him a good morning kiss, her eyes falling on the table, "Writing something?"
