Her body, soft and moist, was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her heartbeat was still rapid and quick.
Though it was just a dream, the dream felt so real. She even remembered the sensation of the man’s kiss in the dream, burning on her chest like a branding iron.
This was not the first time she had such a dream; the man in the dream always seemed to be there.
Luo Xiaoqian felt that it wasn’t a dream, it must be a memory from her subconscious, which is why it felt so real. She was sure that this man must have been the person closest to her, and she had always wanted to know who he really was.
This was the first time she saw the man’s face clearly, and it turned out to be that chef. Luo Xiaoqian was very surprised by this result.
Thinking about the time they walked together on the beach, when Leng Zimo helped her put on her shoes, Luo Xiaoqian just frowned slightly.
Just from him putting on shoes for her, she couldn’t be sure of anything. But this chef always gave her a sense of familiarity.
"No, I have to get to the bottom of this!"
Muttering to herself, Luo Xiaoqian got up and walked to the bathroom.
The mirror reflected her appearance, her little face was flushed. Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to splash a handful of cold water onto her face. The cold water touching her burning face felt a bit peculiar.
She lifted her face, looking at herself in the mirror, thinking about the seemingly real passionate intimacy in the dream just now. Her heartbeat accelerated once more, and her face turned even redder and hotter.
The dream was so real, real enough to make her a little shy.
Lowering her face, Luo Xiaoqian quickly washed her face with cold water several times, finally calming her mood a bit.
After taking a shower and changing out of her sweat-soaked pajamas, Luo Xiaoqian carefully pushed the door open and walked out. Not seeing Luo Ke in the living room, she sighed with relief and tiptoed out, heading downstairs. Once on the first floor, she went straight into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, there was only Leng Zimo. He was preparing milk and eggs and such, getting ready to make cake for Luo Xiaoqian as afternoon tea.
After becoming pregnant, she generally got hungry faster, needing to eat about every three or four hours. The gap between lunch and dinner was too long, so having afternoon tea became a necessary routine.
Leng Zimo wasn’t particularly interested in cooking; his real concern was Luo Xiaoqian. After all, the island wasn’t like the city. Although there were cakes and cookies in the fridge, Leng Zimo, being so picky, absolutely didn’t want Luo Xiaoqian to eat those things.
Firstly, they weren’t fresh, and secondly, they all contained some additives.
When Luo Xiaoqian walked in, Leng Zimo was carefully removing impurities from the eggs with a spoon. He was so focused that he hadn’t noticed her walk in.
It wasn’t until Luo Xiaoqian came close by his side that he realized someone had approached. Seeing her by the side of his face, Leng Zimo immediately gave her a bright smile.
"What are you doing?" Luo Xiaoqian asked with a smile.
Leng Zimo made a circle with his hand.
"Cake?" Luo Xiaoqian guessed.
Leng Zimo gave her a thumbs up.
"Can I... help?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.
Leng Zimo glanced at her sideways. If it were before, he would certainly have refused, pulling a chair for her to sit and watch. But this time, he didn’t refuse. He only handed her the bowl of eggs and took the beater, demonstrating how to use it.
The time spent with her was his happiest times. Until he could save her, he naturally hoped to have more time with her.