Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow, seemingly seeing right through her, "No farewell kiss?"
Pervert!
He wanted a farewell kiss?!
Pouting at him, Luo Xiaoqian turned her face back around, now smiling charmingly. She walked over stiffly, held his shoulders, tiptoed, and kissed his lips.
Although she tried to appear calm, she was still somewhat nervous. This man's presence was so overwhelming that her heartbeat involuntarily quickened whenever she got close to him.
Bowing her head, not daring to look into his eyes, she leaned in carefully, fearing he might change his mind at the last second, so she didn't dare to take this lightly.
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It took a while before Leng Zimo finally let her go, gasping for breath, and then he commanded again in his dominant manner.
"Call me three times a day, morning, noon, and night!"
No way?
They weren't even a real couple, did they need to be so inseparably close?
Before she could react, he issued a second command.