After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 670 - 674: Do You Know How Beautiful You Are?! [1]

The bed was a European-style carved bed, with everything from the bed itself to the canopy and even the bedding being authentic medieval style, extravagantly beautiful.

Luo Xiaoqian stretched out on it, her long hair fanned out behind her, shimmering with a quiet glow under the moonlight.

Leng Zimo kissed her face, then sat up straight, "Let me take a look at you."

He got up and suddenly pulled back the curtains.

Silver moonlight immediately poured in from outside the window, scattering over half the room and the entire large bed.

The room suddenly brightened, and Luo Xiaoqian instinctively curled up.

Her skin was tinted with moonlight, looking like porcelain, delicate and shining, with her long hair spread out on the white sheets, blooming like black flowers.

In the moonlight, Leng Zimo walked back to the bed and reached out to lift a strand of her long hair.

"Silly girl, do you know how beautiful you are?!"

Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face, which was buried in the sheets, and made a funny face at him, her cheeks red.

"You’re seeing beauty because you’re in love."

She never thought of herself as particularly beautiful.

"No, you really are beautiful, like an angel."

Luo Xiaoqian’s lips curved up slightly, "Really?"

"Of course."

Leng Zirui’s fingers lifted, touching her face and gliding like playing a piano over her shoulder, lingering a moment at the nape of her neck, immediately causing a fine shiver to ripple across her skin.

"Cold?"

Feeling the change in her skin, he asked with concern.

"Not at all."

She murmured softly.

With him there, how could she possibly be cold?!

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"Zimo!"

She called out to him again.

He crawled over and kissed her, comforting her.

"Xiao Qian, you are my princess, and I want to give you all the happiness!"

He wanted to give her everything he could, not just his affection, but all the joys a woman in this world should relish.

Materially, spiritually, and physically.

Because she was truly worthy!

Speaking softly, he embraced her again with utter tenderness.

She moaned softly, stretching her arms to encircle his neck.

"Zimo, I love you, so much."

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The next day, Luo Xiaoqian played hooky from getting up again.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was still dim, the heavy velvet curtains sufficient to block all sunlight without disturbing her sleep.

"Awake?" Hearing her voice, Leng Zimo shifted his gaze from the desk, stood up and walked to the bed, bending down to kiss her face, "Hungry? Shall I bring up breakfast?"

Luo Xiaoqian returned a good morning kiss and then glanced at the desk, "What are you writing?"

"Not writing, drawing. I’ll show it to you."

Leng Zimo stood up, took the paper from the desk, and Luo Xiaoqian also sat up, wrapped in the blanket. He then presented the sheet of paper to her.

Seeing the content on the paper, her face turned red instantly.

"You, rascal!"

On the paper, there wasn’t any writing but a drawing of her, lying quietly on the pillow, with the background clearly being the bed she was currently in.

And most importantly, she wasn’t wearing anything.

"When did you draw this?"

"While you were sleeping," Leng Zimo said, looking at her flushed face, "Don’t worry, this is just a draft. When I paint it in oil, I’ll cover the key parts with a sheet."

Luo Xiaoqian’s face fell immediately, "You’re not serious, are you going to turn it into an oil painting?!"

"Not only will I paint it, but I will also frame it and hang it up." Leng Zimo turned his face toward the wall opposite the bed, "Right there, what do you think?"

Not just turning it into an oil painting but also hanging it on the wall?!