It’s been a long time since he held her like this.
Savoring the familiar scent in his arms, Leng Zimo tightened his embrace, naturally leaning toward her ear with his lips.
Everything was purely instinctual.
Feeling his breath warm against her ear, Luo Xiaoqian turned her face in confusion.
"You..."
She wanted to see what was wrong with him, but Leng Zimo was already by her ear, and as Luo Xiaoqian turned her face, her lips inadvertently brushed against his.
The touch of their lips caused both to tremble.
However, neither pulled away.
Leng Zimo was unwilling to move, while Luo Xiaoqian was too surprised, momentarily forgetting to react.
She just stared blankly into his eyes, which were a mesmerizing gray. Yet at this close range, they seemed to have a hint of darkness, especially the pupils, which were as pitch black as the indelible night.
Those eyes, that gaze, the burning emotions within... it was like flames ready to ignite her body and soul.
That kind of gaze, as if she were the only person in the world.
In his eyes, there was only her!
"As soon as you see him, you’ll know it’s him, that man, with black hair and black eyes, who plays the piano beautifully. The way he looks at you is always with a tenderness as if you’re his princess. Find a way to find him because he’s someone you absolutely can’t miss in your life. You must."
Again, the words from the note flashed in her mind.
Could he be the one?
But what’s with the black hair and eyes?
Clang!
Both were so focused on each other that they ignored the mixer in their hands, which struck the bowl containing the egg mixture, creating a jarring sound.
Startled by the noise, they snapped out of their emotional daze.
Luo Xiaoqian hastily released the mixer and stepped aside, while Leng Zimo quickly turned off the mixer, glancing at Luo Xiaoqian who had retreated to one side. His heart felt anxious.
Her pretty face was flushed pink, her gaze evaded his.
Leng Zimo understood her and could read her body language, knowing she was not angry but rather anxious and uneasy.
His heart calmed slightly.
She wasn’t angry, which meant she wasn’t averse to his touch. Although he couldn’t reveal his true self to her yet, Leng Zimo believed she would still remember the feeling of him.
He had also once forgotten her, but subconsciously, he never truly forgot. He believed Luo Xiaoqian was the same.
After five years, upon seeing her again, he knew with one kiss that she was the one he was searching for.
She loved him so much; how could she completely forget him?
Drawing back his gaze, Leng Zimo, with a deliberately calm tone, said in Italian, "This mixture is over-beaten, the cake might turn out too hard; let’s get some fresh eggs."
Luo Xiaoqian still felt a bit anxious and didn’t know whether to stay put or run away. She was torn between these two choices.
Hearing his calm tone, although she couldn’t understand what he said, there seemed to be nothing unusual in his demeanor.
Her heart relaxed a little, and she decided to pretend nothing had happened, just like him.
Seeing Luo Xiaoqian remain in place, Leng Zimo’s heart finally settled.