His tone carried an unmistakable tenderness.
"I certainly haven't." Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face with a smile, looking at him, at those familiar features etched deep in her bones. She raised her hand to gently stroke his face, "You're the one who's really lost weight!"
On the surface, it seemed she had been the one suffering, but in fact, he was the one who had endured the most anguish.
"Without meat to eat, anyone would slim down!" Leng Zimo teased lightly.
Luo Xiaoqian chuckled softly, "Then, tomorrow I'll go to the supermarket and buy more meat."
"Having you here is enough."
He whispered, his face naturally moving closer to hers, softly planting kisses on her forehead, then her eyebrows, eyes, nose tip... finally landing on her lips.
He pecked at her lips gently, not urgently, savoring the moment, knowing he had all the time in the world to enjoy it slowly.
