This kiss naturally deepened from a light one.
In this moment, there were no words, yet a thousand things were said: all the tenderness, indulgence, and reluctance passed between their lips and teeth.
After a long time, they finally parted their lips from each other.
"Don't ever leave me again, understand?"
Gazing at her face, his voice was gentle but carried an undertone of command.
During the day and more when she had been missing, he felt like he was in Hell. Leng Zimo had never known that loving someone could be such torment.
This woman belonged to him, and she always would!
He wouldn't allow her to get hurt, let alone leave.
Noticing the scabbed abrasion on her flank, he kissed gently beside her wound, then raised his face to look at her with heartache.
"Does it still hurt?"
Luo Xiaoqian shook her head, her face flushed.
"I'll kill him!" he said seriously. "When I find that person, I'm definitely going to kill him!"