The embrace was tight and domineering.
The kiss was gentle and tender.
Leng Zimo's lips didn't linger for long, nor did he deeply kiss her. He just brushed her lips, then lifted his palm to press her head to his chest.
This kiss had nothing to do with desire; he simply wanted to hold her, and enjoy her softness and warmth a little more.
He liked this woman; he also liked her son, her works... It seemed there was nothing about her he didn't like. Moreover, she understood him. From their conversations, he could tell she genuinely understood his music, his thoughts.
What is the rarest thing in the world?
It is a soulmate!
He felt she was his.
With her face against his chest, listening to that familiar and long-missed heartbeat, Luo Xiaoqian also said nothing. She just raised her two palms, gently embracing his waist, slowly tightening her arms. Feeling her gradually tightening embrace, Leng Zimo smiled and kissed her hair, his arms naturally tightening a bit more.
