Leng Mohan had packed up and returned to the house by this time, and happened to see Luo Jiaojiao concentrating on depicting the ideal picture in her mind - a gorgeous peach tree came to life on the paper.
Just when Luo Jiaojiao wanted to continue looking for other papers, Leng Mohan stopped her.
"You have already repaid them, but I haven't mentioned my part. My kindness to you also needs to be rewarded." Leng Mohan hugged Luo Jiaojiao from behind, and his low and magnetic voice sounded in her ears.
His breath was warm, reaching her through the thin clothing, causing her heart to palpitate.
When Luo Jiaojiao heard his words, her heart trembled slightly. She stopped what she was doing, turned around and looked up at Leng Mohan.
Her deep eyes seemed to contain endless secrets, which made her want to explore. However, when their eyes met, she felt an inexplicable tension, as if he had seen through her thoughts.
She wanted to ask him what else he wanted, but she swallowed the words back. However, Leng Mohan's words made her feel a little confused, and she was not sure what kind of return she could give to Leng Mohan.
At this moment, Leng Mohan suddenly lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. His kiss was gentle and affectionate, like a feather brushing her lips lightly, making her feel numb.
Luo Jiaojiao's heartbeat instantly accelerated, she felt her cheeks begin to turn red, and Leng Mohan's breath made her feel dizzy.
She wanted to respond to his kiss, but she was a little shy and nervous. She didn't know how to express her feelings, so she could only passively accept his kiss. However, Leng Mohan seemed to sense her hesitation and uneasiness, and he deepened the kiss and held her tightly in his arms.
In his embrace, Luo Jiaojiao felt an unprecedented sense of security and warmth. She was no longer hesitant and nervous, but took the initiative to respond to his kiss, their lips and tongues intertwined, as if to integrate their love for each other into this affectionate kiss.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only the breathing and heartbeats of the two echoing in her ears. Luo Jiaojiao felt as if she was surrounded by Leng Mohan's breath, her heartbeat was completely synchronized with his rhythm, as if they had become one.
After an unknown amount of time, Leng Mohan finally let her go. He looked at her flushed cheeks and her slight panting, with a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.
He knew that he had successfully made her fall into his arms, and she was completely immersed in his love.
Under the faint moonlight, Leng Mohan's figure appeared particularly tall and determined.
He gently picked up Luo Jiaojiao, and her body was as light as a feather in his arms. Luo Jiaojiao closed her eyes slightly, and the blush on her cheeks had not completely faded, like a peach bud about to bloom.
Leng Mohan carefully put her on the soft bed, as if hugging her gently. Luo Jiaojiao was wearing a nightgown that she had sewn for herself. The elegant blue color was embroidered with delicate flowers, revealing a fresh and refined temperament.
Originally, Luo Jiaojiao also wanted to make a set of pajamas for Leng Mohan. She imagined him wearing the clothes she made at night. That scene must be warm and beautiful. However, when she proposed this idea, Leng Mohan refused without hesitation. He smiled and shook his head, saying that he didn't like to be bound by clothes when he slept.
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